The Legend of Tokyo Taoist

Chapter 874: Night Parade of One Hundred Demons (15)

"As long as... I die here, it will be fine..." Looking at the crazy believers who were getting closer and closer, Inuyama Jun smiled and closed his eyes. He believed that this was the best ending for him. As long as he was sacrificed, the ritual of Mari Amahara could be stopped, and Heita would not have to do anything.

He could no longer hear any sound. The whole world seemed to be plunged into dead silence. He could no longer hear the insults of the angry believers or the weak shouts of the police who were helping to maintain order outside.

It's not just him, everyone is like this now. Everyone is shouting, trying to make their own voices heard, but can't hear the voices of others. Mari Amahara is like this, those fanatics are like this, the police are like this, everyone is like this.

Just then, Inuyama Jun heard a sigh.

"Like father, like son..."

In this world where no one can hear other people's voices, a clear ring tone was heard.

Everyone was stunned.

Sometimes a strange situation occurs where people suddenly become quiet in a noisy environment, but no one knows what happened. They just look at each other and fall into a strange silence. This is the situation now, and no one understands why it is happening.

Just when everyone was about to remember what they were going to do and the environment fell into noise and chaos again, the ringing sound appeared in people's ears again, attracting everyone's attention.

The crisp ringing sound was like the cold air that suddenly blew into the room after the window was opened, giving people a start and instantly waking them up from their frenetic state.

The bell sound came from the hand of the Taoist priest in yellow on the sedan chair. He stared at Amahara Mari, chanted obscure spells, and rhythmically shook the Sanqing Bell in his hand. He seemed out of place with everything else here.

"I say... I've been wanting to ask this since a while ago, why is the exorcist you invited a Taoist priest?"

"...I don't know, but it feels weird. Shouldn't we invite a monk or an Onmyoji or something? This isn't a movie set."

The believers who participated in the procession finally raised the questions hidden in their hearts.

This strange feeling that was out of place actually dispelled the fanatical sense of unreality. The Taoist's presence broke the gathered aura, and along with the spread of the eerie silence, it spread to the entire float team, bringing people back to reality.

The people behind didn't know what was happening in front, but when they saw that the front suddenly became quiet, they didn't dare to speak.

Nanajo Masato's eyes widened. "How amazing... He actually managed to dispel this artificial ghost area all by himself... No, that's not right. This is only temporary! It's coming again!"

After a brief silence, the atmosphere showed signs of returning.

"Don't be in a daze! Give that bastard a good beating! For the sake of the founder!" The fanatical believers in the front remembered what they should do. They didn't care about the Taoist priests, their anger was rekindled, and they wanted to give Inuyama Jun a beating.

"Oh!" the fanatics responded one after another.

Just as they were about to take action, Amahara Mari's voice came again. "Stop!" Amahara Mari panted and shouted anxiously, "Violence can't solve the problem! Don't commit a crime, or you will not be able to step into the other side of happiness!"

"Huh?" The fanatics were stunned.

Mari Amahara covered his heart with his hands, his forehead was covered with sweat. After the bell rang, he returned to his mortal state and his brain started working.

"My goal is to complete the ceremony!" He screamed in his heart, "It was too dangerous, and it almost caused a disaster. If I really ordered the killing of this guy who came from nowhere, I would be doomed. So many people are watching me! Besides, if I have to kill someone, I should kill the Taoist priest on the sedan chair. What's the point of killing this guy? He is just a bait, a trap! How can I waste my energy on such a nobody!"

Seeing that the other side had finally calmed down, Qian Xiaoyi on the sedan chair breathed a sigh of relief. He was also scared by this accident, but he had no way to reprimand Inuyama Jun at this time. He could only make a hidden gesture, and Zhang Chunfa immediately rushed over and supported Inuyama Jun who was almost unable to stand steadily.

Zhang Chunfa pretended to support Inuyama Jun, but actually whispered in his ear: "What are you doing? Do you know how dangerous it was just now? I will be by your side to protect you from now on, and you are not allowed to provoke the other side again! Also, do you think those lunatics can't find out your son's information? Don't do anything stupid!"

Inuyama Jun was a little frightened. After the impulse passed, he realized that he was not as calm as he thought he could face death. He took a deep breath, looked at Qian Xiaoyi on the sedan chair with gratitude, and said, "I understand..."

Qian Xiaoyi did not blame Inuyama Jun. Although Inuyama Jun was not a psychic and could not see those visions, the strange and fanatical aura caused by Amahara Mari also stimulated him. His hatred for the Hope Church and his worry about his son blinded his reason. In the aura created by such a fanatical crowd, it was somewhat difficult to stay calm.

"Now, our goal has been achieved." Qian Xiaoyi turned his attention back to Amahara Mari, thinking: "As long as we continue to confuse Amahara Mari's cognition, he will sooner or later do something stupid because of his confused cognition, so next..."

"If I keep going like this, I will fail!" Amahara Mari, who fell into the mortal world again, also clearly realized this: "Whether it is the current state or the god mode, I can easily defeat them no matter which one it is, but the opponent has indeed found my weakness - these two forms cannot coexist! Damn it, so the only thing left is..."

The two of them looked at each other in the air, and they thought at the same time: "Let's look over there next!"

Amahara Mari did not hesitate. He shouted, "Brothers and sisters, it doesn't matter. The road to happiness is always full of thorns. Let us hold hands and start singing! No matter where our bodies are, our spirits are still moving forward!"

On the small float leading the front, Nagahara Maiko understood, and the music of the entire convoy sounded again. Under her leadership, every believer took the hands of the people around them and began to sing hymns with happy smiles on their faces. The black aura emitted from their bodies once again covered the sky and made the world even darker. Only Amahara Mari was shining so brightly in the darkness.

However, before Tianyuan Mari gave the order, Qian Xiaoyi made a hidden gesture, and Xingchangrang next to the float immediately shouted into the headset: "Do it."

More than ten kilometers away, Gui Teng Longguang, who was meditating and chanting scriptures, suddenly opened his eyes and changed the scriptures he was chanting. Other exorcists also received the instructions and followed Gui Teng Longguang to change the spells.

Just such a small change instantly destroyed the aura of the campsite. A giant with red lotus flames burning behind him and holding a sword and a vajra appeared above the exorcists. This time, the Acalanatha was not just a shadow. He had a green face, fangs, and angry eyes, and he was determined to eradicate all the filth in the world!
"Paper No!!!" Acala roared and slashed down with his sword.

The moment the giant appeared and attacked him, Father Kamino also saw the black gas rising into the sky in the distance.

"It seems that Tianyuan is in trouble..." He faced Acala, his body shone brightly, and he spread his white wings.

(End of this chapter)