The Legend of Tokyo Taoist

Chapter 870: Night Parade of One Hundred Demons (11)

Singing, music and cheering, these three sounds mixed together to form a harmonious movement. The petals and sequins constantly falling from the sky pushed the carnival parade atmosphere to its climax. Everyone was infected by this atmosphere and emanated happy smiles from the bottom of their hearts.

"What a grand parade..." Even the reporter who was covering the event couldn't help but say, "Even I feel like singing along with their songs."

The hymns that I hope to teach are catchy, with soft and beautiful tunes. Even if you just listen to them for a while, you can hum along. With so many people singing together on the spot, it is very contagious and people can't help but be immersed in it.

In this atmosphere, few people could remain untouched. Just when even the reporter showed a trance look and was somewhat immersed in it, a swaying yellow figure suddenly appeared at the end of the road, abruptly intruding into this harmonious scene.

"Something appeared in front of the road!" The reporter was excited, and the camera immediately turned to that side and enlarged the picture!
"Are they finally here?" As a matter of course, Amahara Mari sensed the uninvited guests who had intruded into her territory. He stood on the float, looking down at them with his tall body, feeling somewhat happy in his heart.

Yes, he is happy now! Happy that the enemy finally appeared.

The unknown is the most terrifying. Before this, he didn't know what other tricks the enemy had, so he was afraid. What he was even more afraid of was that the enemy didn't show up at all, but used some messy external tricks, and a group of police rushed in to arrest him and send him to jail.

——And now, as long as he is among believers, he will not be afraid of any methods of the exorcist, because he is now a god!
“Come on! Exorcists!” Amahara Mari almost laughed out loud: “After all this trouble, you still have to appear in front of me to stop me, in front of so many of my believers… I just need a little bit of guidance, a little bit of incitement… hehehehe…”

He laughed obscenely in his heart, and only when the float approached did he see clearly who was coming.

It was a group of people, a huge group of people, carrying a sedan chair and walking towards the procession of floats. They looked like another group of people holding a festival. What was even more peculiar was that a man in a yellow Taoist robe was sitting steadily on the sedan chair with his eyes closed.

"Hey! What are you doing? Get out of the way!" The traffic policeman leading the way on a motorcycle shouted, "This road is already in use. By the way, have you gone to the police station to apply for a registration for the parade? I haven't received any relevant notification."

The reporter and the camera followed closely behind, and the reporter said to the camera: "It seems that something happened ahead, the float team has stopped, let's go ahead and take a look!"

"They showed up! Mr. Qian and the others!"

In the hospital, King Kong opened his eyes wide, identifying the group of people blocking the road in the camera.

"The person sitting on the sedan chair is Mr. Qian!" King Kong murmured, "But this makeup looks a bit strange..."

The camera clearly captured the figure of the Taoist priest in yellow. He had three strands of beard on his face, giving him an immortal look. If one was not familiar with him, one would not be able to recognize that this Taoist priest was Qian Xiaoyi.

"Did you see it?" In the employee lounge of Tokyo's long-established haunted house, House of Horror, the store manager Takahashi Yo said to the employees proudly, "That was the makeup I personally put on earlier. You can't tell it's Mr. Qian at all, right?"

“It’s just like in the movies.” The employees exclaimed, “I feel like this could be used as the subject of the next haunted house.”

At the Nanajo residence, Nanajo Hiroshi stopped eating, sat upright, and stared at the TV seriously.

"Finally here." Taoist Lingkong stroked his beard with a smile: "How is it? Senior Brother Jingde, do you find those clothes familiar?"

Taoist Jingde remained silent, staring at the screen. He understood what Qian Xiaoyi was going to do.

"How dare he gamble!" Taoist Jingde gritted his teeth and uttered a few words with difficulty.

On the TV screen, several strong men carrying the sedan chair shouted in unison and led the crowd towards the float.

"Hey yo! Hey yo!" Maria and Mike, two big men, led the way in shouting slogans, carrying the sedan chair, with towels tied on their heads and wearing half-twisted clothes (the classic costume of sedan chair bearers), lifting Qian Xiaoyi up and walking forward fearlessly.

"How can we in the Lucky Mutual Aid Society stand idly by when dealing with a cult?" Maria smiled and said, "Even if we are the ones who do this, we want to repay Brother Qian's kindness." Those who were carrying the sedan chair were basically all members of the Lucky Mutual Aid Society. They were all gathered by Maria and came here voluntarily to help.

Next to the shrine, Hoshiba Jo and Ashiya Yoshisuke followed the shrine like two guardians. Behind them, Zhang Chunfa and Fushiki Yoko were bodyguards, keeping an eye on the surroundings to prevent any accidents.

Further out, there were people of all identities and classes. Some held up plaques with words on them, and some even held a photo of a deceased person. Although they were of all shapes and sizes, they all had one identity, that is, people who had been persecuted by the Hope Cult. At this moment, they were no longer silent.

"Hey! You can't go any further!" Traffic police on motorcycles drove over to drive them away: "You didn't report the parade, please leave here!"

The rumbling sound was so loud that it faintly drowned out the music from the floats. Dozens of motorcycles rushed over from the back of the road and stopped the traffic police outside.

"【Yakiniku】! Come to help!" Kuroda Nobunaga, wearing an exaggerated biker jacket, sat on the back of his friend's motorcycle and shouted to the shrine, "It's my turn to help you this time, Mr. Qian!"

The traffic police who were clearing the way for the parade floats were anxious: "Quickly get out of the way, don't block the traffic, and who are you guys?"

"We?" The leader of the shrine procession spoke up. He took out a loud speaker, adjusted the volume to the maximum, and shouted, "We... are the victims persecuted by the Church of Hope! My name... my name is Inuyama Jun! Remember, my name is Inuyama Jun, a fugitive who fled because he embezzled company funds and donated them to the Church of Hope!"

"Everyone in the Church of Hope, please wake up. The crimes that the Church of Hope has committed cannot be covered up any longer! I was once a believer in the Church of Hope, but they caused my family to be destroyed. They are just taking advantage of the difficulties and despair we encounter to reap our wealth. Even if they squeeze all the blood out of our bodies, they are not satisfied and they want to squeeze our souls dry!"

"Don't be fooled, Amahara Mari, he is not the reincarnation of a saint, nor is he a god! On the contrary, he is a demon! A demon disguised as a saint! He can never bring true happiness to everyone! Anyone who believes in him will be squeezed by him until nothing is left!"

"So, in order to prove this, to prove that he is just a demon disguised as a saint, we invited an exorcist to come and expose the true face of Tianyuan Zhenli!"

Inuyama Jun's words caused an uproar. The believers of the Church of Hope were furious and began to insult Inuyama Jun and the bastards who blocked the float! Some of the more excited ones showed signs of leading the charge, intending to teach these liars a lesson.

"Hey! Don't come over here, asshole!"

"Be careful or I'll beat you up!"

Some social figures were at the outermost edge, holding baseball bats and other weapons, threatening the believers not far away with a timid look, making those believers afraid to rush over and dismantle the sedan chair immediately.

The believers looked up to Amahara Mari, whose figure was so tall and holy. Only this saint could teach and guide them in the long dark night of life. How could such a great being be a demon?

The giant figure of Amahara Mari stood on the float, emitting holy light. He looked at the small sedan chair with amusement, as well as the Taoist priest on the sedan chair who did not seem to have any special aura at all.

"That's it? This is your trump card?" If it wasn't for this kind of occasion, Amahara Mari would have burst into laughter. No, the giant had already started laughing: "How stupid... There are so many ways, but you used the stupidest one. You dare to rush in front of me with hundreds of people? I am Amahara Mari, I am the god of these people! In my domain, I can easily crush you! Exorcist! This is the result of offending God!"

The giant stretched out his hand towards the sedan chair. Just as he said, he would crush this ant who dared to fight against him with his fingers!

Just as the giant's fingers were about to crush the sedan chair, Qian Xiaoyi's eyes, which were closed for rest, suddenly opened.

"Unfortunately, I don't believe you are a god." Qian Xiaoyi looked at Tianyuan Mari calmly: "I don't believe in the existence of gods either."

With a snap, like the sound of glass breaking, the entire giant disappeared. There was no night, no monsters, no gods, and Mari Amahara could not feel anything. He just stood on the float blankly, returning to reality, back to the real world where he was still an ordinary person.

"It worked." Taoist Jingde looked at the TV with a gloomy look: "But, what are you going to do next, Qian Xiaoyi?"

(End of this chapter)