The Legend of Tokyo Taoist

Chapter 889: Night Parade of One Hundred Demons (30)

"We're here." Zhang Chunfa, who was sitting in the co-pilot seat, turned around and said to the passengers in the back seat.

Qian Xiaoyi yawned and nodded: "Well, you guys wait for me in the car, this won't take long."

Now the disguised beard on his face is gone, and he is only wearing an ordinary sweatshirt. He looks no different from the young people wandering around the streets nearby. No one would have thought that this guy is the Taoist priest who blocked the team that hoped to teach the float more than an hour ago.

"Be careful of grenades when you go out on the street so brazenly." Zhang Chunfa reminded him half-jokingly.

Qian Xiaoyi waved his hand: "They are busy with their own affairs now, how can they have time to deal with an insignificant person like me? It's too late~ and I'm not the only one here, you know that, don't worry."

He opened the car door and got out, walking along the zebra crossing towards the other side of the street. Just as he said, someone had been waiting for him there for a long time. A luxury car stopped on the side of the road, and when it saw Qian Xiaoyi coming, the door was opened. Two burly men in black suits opened the door and moved Qi Tiaoyang, who was in a wheelchair, out of the car.

"Mr. Qian." Nanajo greeted him.

Then, another person got off the car. The short old man in kimono with a crew cut walked out of the car with the help of a nurse, holding an urn in his arms. His eyes stayed on Qian Xiaoyi's face, with a hint of inexplicable complex emotions in his eyes.

Qian Xiaoyi smiled and nodded at him, saying, "It's our first meeting, President Nanajo. I guess there's no need for me to introduce myself... Are you feeling okay now?"

"It feels..." Nanajo Hiroshi replied in a sad tone, "It's like having a very long dream, a long dream..."

"Really?" Qian Xiaoyi said with a hint of meaning: "Although the dream is a bit long, it is better than never waking up."

After hearing their conversation, Nanajo Yang was completely relieved. It seemed that the person who came back was indeed his grandfather.

"Can you still see them now?" Qian Xiaoyi asked.

"Yeah, I can still vaguely hear a voice." Nanajo Hiroshi replied, "That voice is a little impatient, and it seems that he wants to make a deal with you. Do you need me to convey it to him?"

Qian Xiaoyi smiled and shook his head: "No need, it's probably because you didn't get enough rest and you are hallucinating. Don't worry about those words."

Nanajo Hiroshi nodded and handed the urn in his arms to Qian Xiaoyi: "This is what that person left behind."

Qian Xiaoyi took it and sighed, "He is really cunning. He even kept a trick until the end. Although the chance is very small, if he is not discovered, he might be able to revive... But now, he has no chance."

Although Qian Xiaoyi can no longer see those things and can't observe the urn through qi, he can tell with his butt that this thing must be a troublesome cursed object. Most people will be affected just by getting close to it. If it is not handled properly and just dumped somewhere, there will definitely be consequences.

After Qian Xiaoyi got the urn, Nanajo raised a question that he had long had: "Well, if I just want to give this thing to you, why choose this place? Isn't it too conspicuous?"

Qian Xiaoyi was the one who decided the meeting place. He looked at the urn and replied, "It's better to be conspicuous, where there are more people."

——They were located on a busy street with a bustling crowd of people.

"He's scolding you." Nanajo Hiroshi said, "It seems he already knows what you're going to do."

Qian Xiaoyi smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. I can't hear it anyway."

Nanajo Hiroshi was a little confused: "So what are you going to do?"

Qian Xiaoyi turned his head and looked at the street not far away. There was a construction site on the side of the road, surrounded by cones. A cement mixer was parked nearby, ready to repair the road at any time.

"Let's go." Qian Xiaoyi led them there and explained, "A month ago, a serious violent attack occurred here. A 'gangster' drove a truck into the roadside and threw a grenade, which exploded and caused considerable damage to nearby stores. The news caused an uproar at the time, but now, no one is discussing it. Those stores have been repaired and reopened, leaving only a small piece of road that needs to be repaired..."

They came to the construction team. The person in charge saw them and immediately ran over to greet Qian Xiaoyi: "Is this Mr. Qian? The boss has already notified us, and we can start right away."

In a car not far away, Zhang Chunfa put down his cell phone and looked over there through his sunglasses.

That's right, the construction company working here is also managed by the Chuandao Club. Even Qian Xiaoyi had to praise Zhang Chunfa after knowing this. He was obviously taken to the police station because of suspected terrorist attacks, but he escaped safely and brought a business to his own company out of thin air. People can't help but admire this guy's business ability. Qian Xiaoyi said to the urn: "Look, so many people here are struggling to survive, but you want to step on their heads and bully them. Now it's your turn to be stepped on. I don't know if you are willing."

"You know what you're going to face without me telling you, right? You'll be stepped on by countless mortals. They are the most ordinary people, and they worry about all kinds of trivial matters every day, including the seven emotions and six desires, firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, and tea...

Their desire and pursuit for a better life made them have no time to care about those weird things. You, after being trampled by thousands of people, will be infected by this [poison of the ordinary]. In just a few days, you will be destroyed and never reincarnated. To put it more bluntly, you will no longer exist, just like the other dead. I think this is fair, after all, you have been dead for a long time. "

"He is begging you." Nanajo Hiroshi said, "He said he can give you everything he has, whether it's power or wealth, he can give it to you, even... the entire country."

Nanajo Hiroshi paused, then stared into Qian Xiaoyi's eyes and asked, "What would you choose, Qian Xiaoyi?"

"Huh?" Qian Xiaoyi looked at Nanajo Hiroshi as if he was a fool: "I'm a Taoist priest, what do I need those things for?"

"What about becoming an immortal?" Nanajo Hiroshi asked, "He said he could give you all the ghosts and make you immortal. Becoming an immortal is the ultimate dream of all Taoists."

Qian Xiaoyi smiled: "If I really want to do it, I can do it myself, and I don't need him~"

Shichijo Hiroshi was silent.

Qian Xiaoyi smiled and said, "Don't bother. There isn't a single psychic around here. President Qijo, tell him that there's no need to waste his time. He's already finished. I won't give him any chance at all."

Then, Qian Xiaoyi waved to the foreman of the construction team to come over and prepare to pour cement on the road surface.

Before the last step was executed, Shichijo Hiroshi asked him: "He said he had one last question, which is what I wanted to ask, which is: You came to this strange country, did so much for irrelevant people, but got nothing in return. You obviously have a secret technique that can change the world, but you are willing to remain unknown. Is it worth it?"

"Who said I didn't get anything?" Qian Xiaoyi smiled, punched his chest lightly with his fist, and answered with sparkling eyes: "It's smooth here, isn't it worth it?"

Nanajo Hiroshi was stunned.

"Hahahaha~ Indeed, indeed~ cough cough cough..." Nanajo Hiroshi laughed so hard that tears were about to come out: "He...he can't speak anymore, and he is so angry, hahaha~"

"President..."

"grandfather."

Nanajo Osamu and the nurse were a little worried about his health. Nanajo Hiroshi waved his hand, calmed down, and then said to Qian Xiaoyi: "There is another person who wants me to convey a message to you."

Qian Xiaoyi's face turned serious: "Please speak."

“——[As expected of my apprentice], that’s what he said.”

"Mr. Qian, it's ready. Shall we start now?" At this time, the foreman of the construction team ran over and bowed.

Qian Xiaoyi nodded, he opened the urn and sprinkled the ashes evenly on the road. Then, as the cement was poured, the grayish-white powder completely blended with the cement and finally disappeared without a trace.

"Finally, the long nightmare is over, the sound has disappeared..." After all this was over, Shichijo Hiroshi sighed: "I think it's time for me to retire and be an ordinary rich man, lingering on for the remaining few years. Mr. Qian, please take care of yourself."

He turned around and left with the help of the nurse. Nanajo nodded at him and said, "Thank you for everything you have done. The Nanajo family will never forget your kindness, Mr. Qian. If there is anything you need from us in the future, please let us know."

Qian Xiaoyi waved his hand, and Qijiaoyang asked the bodyguard to push his wheelchair and left. Only Qian Xiaoyi was left with his hands in his pockets, silently watching the road under construction.

Finally, he picked up the urn and turned away.

(End of this chapter)