The Legend of Tokyo Taoist

Chapter 872: Night Parade of One Hundred Demons (13)

Although he had chosen to put all his chips on this side, Yoshisuke Ashiya still felt the pressure standing in front of so many fanatical believers.

"It's just like playing chess." Ashiya Kichisuke stared at Amahara Mari and thought, "This guy didn't panic because of the disappearance of his psychic power. Instead, he quickly calmed down, figured out the current situation, and made a counterattack plan. In this way, if we let the victims use facts to attack Amahara Mari, I'm afraid it will cause dissatisfaction among these fanatics. These people will not listen to big truths now."

So Ashiya Yoshisuke looked at Qian Xiaoyi on the sedan chair.

Qian Xiaoyi certainly understood the current situation. He stood up from his cross-legged position, holding a yellow talisman in his left hand and a copper coin sword in his right hand. He began to perform movements on the sedan chair in a methodical manner, muttering to himself, as if he was performing some kind of exorcism ritual.

"Oh! He's standing up! The Taoist priest!" The reporter said to the camera in surprise, "What is he going to do?"

The leader, Inuyama Jun, immediately answered the questions of the reporters and everyone else. He shouted into the loud speaker, "Amahara Mari! Stop using those sweet words! Let our exorcist identify whether you are a monster or not! You, the monster! You will eventually reveal your true form!"

"Exorcist?" Amahara Mari's mouth curled up in a strange sneer. Now he could no longer sense the power of the other world, but this was actually a good thing. In order to hurt people with magic, a [connection] must be established. And now what kind of exorcist could attack him with magic?
And even if he had this kind of magic, not to mention the huge cognitive power he had gathered, there were more than a dozen guards on both sides of the float he was on...

"I am a demon? What a ridiculous fallacy! I'll be waiting here." Amahara Mari opened her arms with a calm face and shouted: "Come and tell for yourself! See if I am a demon or a real human being! If you fail, please join me on the road to pursuing happiness!"

"Master Amahara!" The believers had great faith in the majestic figure of Amahara Mari. What kind of a lousy exorcist? He wanted to slander the founder?

At the same time when Amahara Mari made the declaration, Qian Xiaoyi's acting like a ghost on the sedan chair became more and more exaggerated. The sound of his incantation became louder. He first folded the talisman in his hand in half and rubbed it with one hand, and the talisman spontaneously combusted with a "whoosh".

Afterwards, Qian Xiaoyi threw the burning talisman into the air, stepped on the sedan chair, and did a backflip like performing an acrobatic trick. After standing firmly, he pointed the copper coin sword forward, poking the burning talisman, and it just happened to point at Amahara Mari who had her arms outstretched.

And at this moment, Qian Xiaoyi closed his eyes.

Just as Tianyuan Zhenli was nervously observing Qian Xiaoyi's movements and waiting for the attack to come, a strange sense of familiarity suddenly came over him! It was not an attack, but... the feeling of [God]! He felt himself expanding! The power was back!

"Master Patriarch!"

“Ahhhh, please protect me, Lord Amahara!”

"You are my savior, please guide me!"

Countless voices instantly entered Amahara Mari's brain. The speed of transforming from a mortal to a god was too fast, making Amahara Mari's consciousness a little dazed for a moment. He had just found his state as a [mortal] Amahara Mari, and immediately returned to the posture of an omnipotent god. The tall giant stood on the float again, and the two cognitive contradictions began to conflict.

But this moment of trance saw a completely different scene in the eyes of others.

In their eyes, they only saw the Taoist in yellow making a series of movements and then pointing with the copper coin sword. The expression of Mari Amahara on the float became a little stiff, and even his body swayed a little. If he hadn't leaned on the pillar behind him, he might have fallen backwards.

——It was just like a Taoist priest had cast a spell and successfully hit Amahara Mari. In this short moment, all the believers who were paying attention to Amahara Mari were shocked: What a coincidence, what a coincidence! How could the exorcist use a magic weapon to point at the ancestor and make him behave strangely? Could it be that...

The shrine procession burst into loud cheers: "It works!"

"Did you see his face?"

"Is Amahara Mari really a demon?"

"How dare you!" [God] Amahara Mari instantly understood what was going on. He raised his huge fist in anger, wanting to smash the float in front of him with one punch, but the next second, Qian Xiaoyi made a sword flower, posed as if to [finish work], and opened his eyes.

Falling! The feeling of falling rapidly appeared on Mari Amahara again!
He fell back into his mortal body, and by the time he came to his senses, he was already gasping for breath on his knees. The ups and downs he had experienced made him a little dazed.

"This idiot!" Taoist Jingde cursed at the TV at the Qijiao Mansion: "Qian Xiaoyi is disrupting Zaochuan's senses. He is in turn using the cognition of thousands of believers to influence Zaochuan's spirit!"

Taoist Lingkong laughed and said, "When you are a mortal, you should think like a mortal. When you are a god, you should also have the mindset of a god. Although Amahara Mari is an excellent liar, he has his own way of acting as a god or a mortal. But if the boundary between the two becomes confused, can he still make effective decisions?"

At the scene, Amahara Mari finally realized how inappropriate his current posture was. He quickly straightened up, but it was too late. The crowd that had been cheering and agitated now all looked at him with strange eyes. The emotions contained in these eyes were very complicated, including disbelief, fear, confusion, and despair...

"What did I see just now?"

"That can't be true?"

"It's a mistake. It must be something wrong."

After two seconds of silence, the sound of whispering immediately surged in all directions like a tide.

"How dare you not believe in me? Not believe in your God?" Amahara Mari originally wanted to blame these believers, but he immediately came to his senses: "No, I'm wrong. I can't say that now. Why would I think that? I must deal with the crisis of trust as soon as possible!"

Amahara Mari frowned, showing a sad expression of compassion for the world, and said into the microphone: "I see... You actually want to use such a despicable method to stop us from pursuing happiness... Then come on, I won't back down! I will bear any sin for my believers, come on, whether it's bullets or anything else, shoot them all at me! Let me say it again - we will not give up the pursuit of happiness!"

"Hey... what does this mean, Master?"

"Could it be that the enemy used some despicable means just now? Poison? Or air gun?"

The believers began to imagine.

(End of this chapter)