The Legend of Tokyo Taoist

Chapter 820: Enemy in Honnoji Part 39 ()

Ashiya Jisuke's breathing was a little heavy, and his eyes were a little red. He stared at Qian Xiaoyi, clenched his fists tightly, and asked in a stern voice: "Answer me! What did you do?! Qian Xiaoyi!"

Not only him, even Xingba Rang and Fushigi Yoko looked at Qian Xiaoyi in confusion.

"Don't be angry, old man." Qian Xiaoyi said, "It's just using the cognitive technology to reverse the group cognition."

Fushigi Yoko showed a somewhat dazed expression: "Cognitive school? What is that?"

After hearing Qian Xiaoyi's words, Ashiya Yoshisuke seemed to understand something. He frowned and asked, "You mean..."

Qian Xiaoyi patiently asked, "Do you think that most people usually think more about urban legends such as the Slit-Mouthed Woman and the Human-Faced Dog, or about real life? What to eat in the morning, what to eat at noon, and what to eat at night, these are what most people think about, right?"

"Do most people just think about what to eat every day?!" Fushigi Yoko couldn't help but say.

Xingchang touched his chin and said, "I think I understand a little bit. Just like you mobilized the cognition of those urban legends, you mobilized the power of [reality]. But can you really do that?"

Qian Xiaoyi said, "If you are a powerful cognitive exorcist, prepare for several years, and stay in a country where there are not many supernatural phenomena, then you can do it. I just store this cognition and release it at the critical moment, just like a trigger. But you have seen the price, the caster himself will bear the brunt of it."

"Isn't this wrong?!" Xingchang finally reacted. He put his hands on Qian Xiaoyi's shoulders and shook him, shouting, "You turned me into an ordinary person? Forever?"

"Not forever..." Qian Xiaoyi said in a low voice.

Ashiya Yoshisuke and Hoshiba Rang stared at Qian Xiaoyi.

Xingchang asked, "Can it be restored?"

Qian Xiaoyi turned his head and whispered, "If it's the classical school, then there's probably no hope. But if it's the cognitive school, there's still a chance to get inspiration and start practicing from scratch..."

Ashiya Yoshisuke was struck by lightning and murmured, "From the beginning?!"

The blow he suffered nineteen years ago caused him to lose all his skills. He finally made a comeback with the knowledge of cognitive school, but now he is told that he has to do it all over again?
How long does he have left to live?

Yoshisuke Ashiya sat on a chair behind the bar with a deathly pale face, not saying a word.

Hearing Qian Xiaoyi's words, Xingchang Rang breathed a sigh of relief: "If it's not forever, then... how long will it take?"

Qian Xiaoyi said seriously, "It may be a few years, it may be more than ten years, or it may be forever. It depends on your personal understanding. It is just like asking ordinary people to become psychics. However, because this is a compulsory cognitive spell, it will be more difficult for you to regain inspiration than ordinary people."

Xingchang said: "It doesn't matter. After all, I am also a cognitive person, and I am a genius. It's just a few years, I can afford to wait, but... what about Miss Yoko?"

Qian Xiaoyi had a headache: "Ah, I really can't do anything about this..."

"It's okay." Fushigi Yoko shook her head, very open-minded: "Although I don't know what you are talking about, but in general, I am no longer a psychic, right? To be honest, I am tired of that world. For me, it is better this way. Otherwise, every time I see those things, I will have the idea of ​​asking Yin to come back..."

Qian Xiaoyi scratched his head: "That's good."

"Kiku... What should I do with my Kiku..." Ashiya Yoshisuke shed tears silently. He was no longer the heroic Onmyoji, but more like an ordinary old man.

"Grandpa, you can ask the Exorcist Alliance to take care of Xiaoju." Qian Xiaoyi said, "She is the core of the urban legend. Nothing will happen to her. As long as you agree to help... You don't want anything to happen to your lovely granddaughter, right?"

Xingchang Rang and Fushigi Yoko looked at Qian Xiaoyi with disdain.

"I understand..." Ashiya Yoshisuke could only say: "I will cooperate with your actions, whether it is to deal with the hundred demons or other things." At this time, Miwa, who had slept for most of the night, finally woke up slowly. When she looked up, she saw the people beside her.

"Ms. Miba, are you finally awake?" Fushigi Yoko asked, "Are you okay?"

Unexpectedly, after seeing Qian Xiaoyi, Wei Bo immediately showed an expression of horror, stood up and took several steps back in fear.

"Ms. Miba?" Fushigi Yoko was a little confused.

Wei Bo looked at Qian Xiaoyi and asked doubtfully, "Mr. Qian...what happened to you?"

Fushigi Yoko asked, "Ms. Miwa is like this, hasn't she lost her inspiration?"

Qian Xiaoyi explained: "She was not in the Huangquan House at the time, she was just asleep, so she was not affected."

Seeing Wei Bo's terrified look, Xingba felt a little strange: "Ms. Wei Bo, what do you feel?"

Wei Bo said anxiously, "Whenever I see Mr. Qian, I feel my spiritual power disappearing! The closer I am, the faster it disappears."

"Ah, I forgot to mention this." Qian Xiaoyi said, "Now, because I have served as a bridge between reality and the ghost realm, I am like a human-shaped spiritual power blocker. As long as the psychic sees me or is near me, he will start to lose spiritual power.

All the supernatural things around me will lose their effectiveness until they are far away from me and can no longer see me, then they will slowly recover. But don't worry, this state of mine will disappear with the passage of time... Oh, by the way, Miss Yoko, you take Ms. Miwa down first, we will be there soon."

"Okay." Fushigi Yoko took Miba out of the bar.

Ashiya Jisuke also wiped away his tears at this time and recovered from his shock. He looked at Qian Xiaoyi with strange eyes and said, "Although it is indeed a very powerful method, Mr. Qian, you should know what other psychics will do if they know your ability, right?"

"Of course I know." Qian Xiaoyi said calmly, "I will become a thorn in the eyes of all Japanese psychics. They will use all means to kill me. However, it is not time for me to leave yet. We still have things to deal with."

Qian Xiaoyi took out his cell phone and sent a text message, saying: "——Hope Cult, Jingde's last hope, only by destroying it, can the hundred ghosts truly fall apart."

At the Nanajo Mansion, Nanajo Hiroshi drove everyone out, including the doctor. He covered his head, which was aching, picked up his cell phone and dialed a number.

"Hey……"

As soon as the other end responded, Nanajo Hiroshi shouted into the phone: "Tell your people to kill Qian Xiaoyi! At any cost! Kill him!"

"Why..." The other end didn't understand.

"No reason! Kill him and then perform the ceremony!"

"But now is not the most appropriate time..."

"No buts!" Nanajo Hiroshi yelled, "Amahara Mari! Everything you have is given by me! I can also take it back, so do you want to disobey me?"

"I...I know!"

After hanging up the phone, Shichijo Hiroshi screamed, fell backwards, and fainted on the tatami.

(End of this chapter)