The Legend of Tokyo Taoist

Chapter 869: Night Parade of One Hundred Demons (10)

Amid the melodious hymns, flower petals and colorful sequins fell from the sky like rain. The sunlight shone on Mari Amahara, making him feel a little sleepy. Something happened at the "school" last night, so he did not sleep well the whole night and was talking on the phone almost until the morning.

Mari Amahara sat cross-legged on the lotus platform, suppressing the urge to yawn, smiling like a saint.

"It's so beautiful~" Mari Amahara raised her head and looked at the blue sky with petals floating in the air, feeling a little dazed.

"Who could have thought that the liar who was like a stray dog ​​at the beginning could sit here and become an idol in the hearts of these people?" Amahara Mari looked at the believers on both sides of the road with a smile. Wherever his eyes swept, warm cheers rang out.

Adoration, respect, flattery, looking up to, giving everything... these emotions that can satisfy anyone's vanity, through people's eager faces, gathered on Mari Amahara, so he was very satisfied, satisfied enough to want to laugh out loud.

"This feeling... is so great!" Mari Amahara smiled from the bottom of her heart.

"Lord Amahara! Look over here, please look at me more!"

"Master Jiaozu! Master Jiaozu!"

"Please bless me! I'm getting married this year."

"I am willing to give everything for you!"

Those shouts of admiration and worship came one after another, just to make Mari Amahara look over there. Their fanatical appearance made Mari Amahara's vanity continue to expand and expand!

"Worship me more, praise me more! Ah~~~ No, I can't show a vulgar expression." Amahara Mari thought: "I am their God! I am an omnipotent and omniscient God. I gave them a glimmer of hope in their desperate and bleak lives. This is what I deserve!"

In bliss and satisfaction, the giant vase behind him slowly bloomed, and a giant who looked exactly like Amahara Mari appeared on the float. He waved at the believers under the float, making the believers feel as if they had seen a god and became even more crazy.

"What is that?" When Shichijo Masato saw this scene, his pupils suddenly shrank. He murmured, "It's actually... completely different! He is completely different from the monsters on the other floats!"

This perfect and glorious image seems so abrupt among the floats of the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, but it is surprisingly harmonious among the hundreds of demons.

Qian Xiaoyi's voice came from the headset: "Because this guy doesn't want to be a monster, he wants to be a [god], the god of these believers."

Nanajo Masato was shocked: "Is it possible to do such a thing?"

Qian Xiaoyi replied: "Compared to the Hundred Ghosts and the Nest, this type is actually a tradition that has been passed down from ancient times to the present day. It gathers the faith of thousands of believers. In this way, he has power that a psychic cannot obtain even after decades of hard practice... No, it is a [divine power] that far exceeds personal power. As long as he is in this area where faith gathers, he is an omnipotent god."

Nanajo Masato hesitated: "Anything you can do? Are you serious?"

"Of course, this omnipotence refers to the ghost realm." Qian Xiaoyi explained: "In this realm of consciousness that is completely constructed by faith, he is a god. No matter what kind of monster or wizard, they cannot resist his power. So the purpose of their parade this time should be to fix this area through some kind of solidification ceremony to form a [nest]... No, it should be called the [kingdom of God]. It is a more powerful existence than a nest. If they can really succeed, then Jingde will probably be resurrected in it."

Nanajo Masato couldn't help but ask, "Is he invincible? Isn't that too unreasonable? Doesn't he have any weaknesses?"

"The cognitive school believes that this kind of superstitious belief is poisonous." Qian Xiaoyi said: "Although I can't see what is happening there now, you should be able to see the changes in him." Nanajo Masato looked carefully and found that the giant-like [God] also had countless tiny blood vessels connected to his body. Those blood vessels extending from the believers were continuously supplying nutrients to the god, making his body more and more shining.

"I saw it, but... isn't this the same as other monsters?" Nanajo Masato asked.

"It's different." Qian Xiaoyi said, "Those who become monsters among the Hundred Ghosts more or less originally have the characteristics of those monsters, so they can become the masters of the nest. The types of these monsters are not randomly selected, and the monsters don't have to care about the wishes of the supporters... But once the gods accept those beliefs, they must become what the believers want them to be. Only in this way can they maintain this power."

"That is to say, his personality will be changed by this cognition..." Nanajo Masato realized, "And the source of his power all comes from his believers. Once he can no longer maintain the image of God in the minds of his believers, he will be abandoned in an instant."

On the float, Amahara Mari looked down at the people around him. He now felt that he was extremely powerful. In this area, he was a god, so he wished that those exorcists would come here to make trouble! Whether in reality or in the cognitive level, he had the ability to crush any psychic.

——He is God!
The light of the giant god shone brighter and brighter. It obscured the darkness, the despair, and even the demons on the other floats. They hid in the light, wantonly absorbing the flesh and blood of all living beings, and no one could detect their existence.

At this moment, countless people are watching this parade.

In the hospital, King Kong was lying on the bed, wrapped in bandages, looking pale. He stared at the TV on the wall and saw the giant transformed by Amahara Mari on TV.

"Mr. Qian and his men actually have to face this kind of monster." King Kong murmured, "Just one look at it makes me feel terrible..."

In Mingguang Temple, Ruriin Hiroaki knelt on the tatami, as if he was observing a scripture, watching the TV screen seriously, and the reflection of the giant on the float flashed in his pupils.

At this moment, behind him, a woman in a red coat and a mask was crawling on his back, the scissors in her hand dripping with blood, her movements were gentle, like a lover.

But her eyes were full of hatred, as if she was waiting for the opportunity to make a hole in Liuliyuan Hongming's neck at any time.

However, Liuliyuan Hongming didn't pay any attention to the wriggling hair and scissors that were so close to him. He just watched TV seriously, waiting for something.

"What a pity." Liuliyuan Hiroaki thought, "Kamino is nearby, right? If it's not the slit-mouthed woman, I must find that guy and end it all... Now I can only trust Kifuji and the others."

In the Nanajo family's mansion, Nanajo Hiroshi was leisurely holding a glass of wine, tasting a bite of delicious food from time to time. The appearance of Mari Amahara on TV did not arouse his interest at all. The two old guys in his sight finally stopped arguing and quieted down, allowing Nanajo Hiroshi to enjoy this moment of tranquility incomparably.

Just as Shichijo Hiroshi brought the glass to his mouth and was about to drink the expensive wine, he suddenly stopped and looked at the TV.

"Here it comes." Taoist Lingkong spoke.

Taoist Jingde had a gloomy face and snorted coldly.

Under the attention of countless people, a yellow figure appeared in the camera, blocking the road in front of the float team.

(End of this chapter)