The Legend of Tokyo Taoist

Chapter 837 The Beginning of the War (16)

"Gudu~"

Nanajo Masato turned his head and looked at Terao Yu who was swallowing his saliva, and said helplessly: "If you want to eat, just come and eat. Anyway, there is such a large table of food that grandpa can't finish it all by himself, and he will have to throw it away in the end."

Looking at the huge king crab and the dazzling array of sushi, sashimi, and lobster sashimi on the table, Terao Yu tried his best to maintain his image as a cold sorcerer and said expressionlessly, "What nonsense are you talking about? I won't do such a disrespectful thing! I didn't come here to do such a thing!"

Nanajo Masato said: "If Xiaoyi doesn't get diarrhea from eating seafood, he will definitely not miss this opportunity. He will probably bring people here to eat and take the food away."

"Really? Since even Teacher Qian is like this..." Terao Yu was somewhat tempted. He came to the table, his mouth watering, and said embarrassedly: "Then... I'll reluctantly eat a little?"

Nanajo Yang didn't pay attention to the banter between Terao Iku and Nanajo Masato. He only stared at his grandfather and asked, "Grandpa...Grandpa? Do you still recognize me? I'm Yang."

Hiroshi Nanajo turned a deaf ear to the others, with a drunken blush on his face, and just enjoyed the food.

"He can't hear." Nanajo Masato said, "Or rather, he doesn't care at all. Grandpa is in a very strange state now. He eats and drinks when he's hungry, sleeps when he's drunk, and then continues to drink when he wakes up. He never sobers up. If you try to stop him, he'll throw a tantrum, just like a child."

"Where's the doctor?" Nanajo asked, "The doctor won't let him drink like this, right?"

Nanajo Masato shook his head: "Doctor, don't dare to disobey Grandpa in this state. Don't forget, even if he becomes like this, he is still the one who has the final say in the consortium."

Nanajo turned around and said, "What about you? Did you figure out anything? You two are the exorcists specially invited by Masato, right?"

Terao Iku came to Shichijo Hiroshi with a king crab leg in his hand. He swallowed the crab meat in his mouth and said, "It's the same as last time. I can't feel anything abnormal at all. So this time we brought Ms. Miba with us. She is considered a top psychic in Japan. If even she can't handle your grandfather's current condition, no one can."

Everyone looked at Wei Bo, who frowned. She said, "To be honest, I've never seen such a situation before... Maybe we need to hold a spiritual ceremony to find out what happened to President Nanajo."

"Let's start." Nanajo nodded.

"I need to go through a ritual to connect with the spirit of President Shichijo." Wei Bo said, "Please close the door and give me a quiet, enclosed space."

Shichijo Masato asked, "Do you need us to go out too?"

"No need." Wei Bo said, "Just let the irrelevant people go out."

So there were only a few of them left in the room with the door closed. Shichijo Hiroshi was still eating and drinking with great interest, while Miba had placed some candles and drawn a magic circle around him.

After lighting the candles and turning off the lights, the room suddenly became dim. Nanajo Hiroshi was not affected at all. Miba sat aside and began to mutter something in a weird tone. Her eyes slowly rolled back and she looked a little weird.

The two Shichijo brothers sat not far away with solemn expressions, not daring to breathe. However, Terao Iku was still tasting the high-quality sushi on the table that he could never taste at other times.

In this strange atmosphere, Wei Bo suddenly said: "...I feel it."

"What did you feel?" Nanajo asked nervously, holding the armrests of the wheelchair with both hands.

With her eyes rolled back, Mibo's expression became strange. If there was anything she felt, it was only... sushi, delicious!
Sake, delicious!
Eat and drink, enjoy!

It's as if the body's most primitive instinct has been suppressed for a long time and then bursts out, an unstoppable interest and obsession that must be satisfied.

"No, there's something else..." Miwa frowned. She seemed to feel some unnecessary movements in Shichijo Hiroshi's spirit.

Taoist Jingde folded his arms, leaned against the wall, looked at Nanajo Hiroshi coldly, and sneered: "After being possessed by me for so many years, the things you can't let go of the most are your superficial appetite and alcohol addiction. It's really ridiculous and pathetic."

"Do you think everyone is a self-denying monk?" Another voice came from Lingkong, the Taoist priest sitting next to Shichijo Hiroshi, saying, "You have suppressed his mind for so long, so the first thing that erupted was naturally the long-suppressed desire. Isn't this the result of your own actions?"

Taoist Jingde sneered: "For the sake of profit, he has done so many dirty things. He is not a good person. Do you still think he is innocent? Master Qian, please take back your extra kindness. It's disgusting."

Taoist Lingkong calmly retorted: "If it's just what Shichijo Hiroshi said, of course he doesn't deserve sympathy, but you used his body to harm so many innocent people..."

"They are just Japanese." Taoist Jingde interrupted him without caring: "You haven't forgotten what the people of this country did in the past, have you? I harmed them, why are you so anxious? Have you forgotten your origins? Dog"

"Isn't it because he is selfless? That's why he can achieve his own goals!" Taoist Lingkong shook his head: "No matter how high-sounding and specious your reasons are, they are just excuses for your own selfishness. The reason why we choose this difficult path of restraining hatred is not only for empty kindness, but for our own better future."

"Ha~ You are always like this, talking about great principles." Taoist Jingde mocked, "No, no, you are a great man, I am a sinister villain, I just want to live forever, I just want to step on others, I just want to be free and easy when others are suffering, is that wrong?"

Taoist Lingkong suddenly laughed: "So you will never attain the Tao! Not only did you lose to my disciple, you also lost to your own desires! Hahahaha~"

"You fucking bastard..." Taoist Jingde's veins bulged and he was burning with anger.

"Brother Jingde, it seems I have hit the nail on the head~" Taoist Lingkong said with a smile.

Taoist Jingde walked up to Shichijo Hiroshi and said, "Stop eating! Call Amahara Mari and do as I tell you! As long as you follow my instructions, we can become immortals together. Don't forget your identity. You have been Jingde for more than ten years. Now you are me. Do as I say..."

"Don't listen to him, seven rules." On the other side, Taoist Lingkong also began to mutter: "Keep eating, keep drinking! That old bastard has occupied your body for so many years, and you even took Chinese medicine to suppress your own desires. If you don't eat or drink now, you won't have a chance in the future! Eat quickly, drink quickly, smell it, the wine is so good~ And that piece of meat, it looks fresh~"

Taoist Jingde yelled, "Shut up! You are just my perception of you! Old man, you should have died a long time ago!"

"You're talking as if you're not dead." Taoist Lingkong said sarcastically, "You're just Qi Tiao's perception of you, old fellow~"

"Damn it, Jingde, you are me! Quick! Call, call again... According to my arrangement, this time it will definitely..."

"Nichijo, keep eating and drinking~"

Hiroshi Nanajo happily took a piece of sashimi dipped in wasabi paste and put it into his mouth, turning a deaf ear and a blind eye to the two people in front of him.

——He just felt it was noisy.

(End of this chapter)