The Legend of Tokyo Taoist

Chapter 890 Epilogue
"Yesterday afternoon, the controversial new religious group "Hope Church" held a grand float parade at the foot of Mount Fuji. However, this celebration that should have been full of joy and faith ended in tragedy. A serious stampede occurred during the parade, resulting in dozens of injuries. The founder of Hope Church, Mari Amahara, fell from the float in the chaos and was swept into the crowd. He eventually died of his injuries. According to eyewitnesses..."

Bang, the TV was turned off.

"Heh... I'm so useless. I was actually stepped on to death."

In a luxurious suite with a panoramic view of the night view of Tokyo, the middle-aged man stood up from the sofa, gently placed the remote control on the coffee table, then walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the bustling night view below.

Obviously, he was in a very good mood. He put his hands in his pockets, swayed his body, and even couldn't help but slightly raise his expensive leather shoes.

"In this case, it means that the leader is indeed dead, killed by the exorcist... hehe, that's great."

His eyes were full of ambition. Under the leadership of the mysterious leader, the Hundred Ghosts Organization could operate stably and bring benefits to everyone.

But this organization is like a sword of Damocles hanging over the heads of every member. Everyone can only work in their own field and contribute to the organization, and cannot overstep their boundaries. No matter who it is, as long as they hinder the organization, the sword will fall mercilessly.

——Just like that unlucky old raccoon cat.

And now, the sword hanging from the beam has been removed, the old king is dead, and the new king should be established!

"Be patient for a while, be patient, and wait and see. Whether it's the Great Tengu or those other old guys, wait until they are beaten to pieces and blood is flowing..." Although he said he was patient, the man couldn't help but reveal a fanatical smile. He chanted in a low voice like an announcer:
"——【Warring States Period】is about to come!"

However, no matter how turbulent the situation was, no matter how undercurrents surged, it all seemed to have nothing to do with Inuyama Heita. The others were busy with various things, and Nanajo Masato was nowhere to be seen. Only he was still attending classes and school as usual every day, as if everything before was just a dream.

But now, Inuyama Heita has to face a fact that he must face.

"You can go in. The time is half an hour." The prison guard gave some instructions to Inuyama Heita, then opened the door of the visiting room. On the other side of a glass window, Inuyama Jun was sitting opposite him, looking a little uneasy. It was obvious that he was very concerned about the way he looked in prison uniform.

Inuyama Heita sat down in front of him and picked up the microphone.

Inuyama Junya could only pick up the microphone on the other side awkwardly and try to break the silence: "Um... I'm sorry, Heita, for letting you see me like this."

"How long will he be locked up?" Inuyama Heita asked directly.

Inuyama Jun gave an ugly smile: "It won't be too long. Although the amount of embezzlement is a bit large, the Nanajo Foundation has hired a lawyer to help me with the lawsuit. If the verdict is made, it will probably not be more than five years. If I'm lucky, it's not impossible to get out earlier..."

Inuyama Heita frowned: "Five years..."

Inuyama Jun seemed to have misunderstood his meaning, and quickly explained: "Don't worry, Heita! The Shichijo Foundation will help run the business, and my debt has nothing to do with you. The house will not be taken away, and you can live at home in peace. And after I get out, I will definitely work hard to pay off the debt, and will never bring any trouble to your life..."

“…We will return it together.”

"What?" Inuyama Jun seemed to suspect that he was hallucinating. He couldn't believe it: "Just now...what did you say?"

"Brother Yi has told me everything you did for me. You don't have to worry about the university tuition. I have taken on a lot of commissions with Brother Yi this year, and I have saved up the tuition for cram school and university." Inuyama Heita's eyes were particularly serious. He said word by word: "I just said that after you get out, we will pay off those debts together...Father."

The word "father" made Inuyama Jun stunned for a long time. Finally, his lips trembled, he covered his face and cried: "I... I am such a bad father. Thank you for forgiving me, thank you! Heita!"

Although it was still awkward, the two felt that the gap between them had been narrowed a lot. They would leave the next thing to time.

Two days later.

"Hurry up, or we'll be too late." King Kong, sitting in a wheelchair, turned around and urged Terao Yu behind him.

"I know!" Terao Yu pushed the wheelchair and ran through the airport, complaining, "Who knew there would be a traffic jam on the road! And it was you who had to sneak out of the hospital, wasting so much time? Patients should stay in the hospital to recover."

King Kong laughed loudly: "It's just a stab, and it didn't hurt any vital parts. Compared to this little thing, Mr. Qian's departure is more important. I couldn't participate in the battle a few days ago and could only watch it on TV, so I must not be absent this time! By the way, can't you run faster? You don't exercise much, right? You have dark circles under your eyes."

"You are too heavy!" Terao Yu retorted: "And this is gothic makeup! It's not dark circles."

The two of them were arguing like little kids, and finally after a while they saw a group of familiar people.

"Teacher Qian!" Terao Yu pushed the wheelchair and ran to Qian Xiaoyi out of breath, saying, "This is too sudden, isn't it? You're leaving so soon? We were planning to hold a celebration banquet."

"That's what I mean~" Maria covered her chest and said, "Sister, I will feel lonely."

"Yeah yeah."

"Isn't this too sudden?"

Qian Xiaoyi looked at the crowd in front of him with a headache. He had obviously only notified a few people, but he didn't expect that a large group of people would gather to see him off. Even Tachibana Mio and Suzuna came. So he glared at Inuyama Heita and Suzuki.

The two looked away uncomfortably.

"I'll come to the mainland to see you when I have time." Zhang Chunfa said hello to Qian Xiaoyi and left first as his flight was about to board.

Qian Xiaoyi nodded, then faced the crowd and interrupted their words of persuasion: "Okay, okay, it's not a life-and-death separation, it's just going back to China. Technology is so advanced nowadays, we can contact you at any time."

Nanajo Masato sighed and said, "That being said, I still feel a little reluctant. Are you planning to leave like this? I have prepared all the money I owe you."

At one side, Nanajo Oka, who was sitting in a wheelchair, had someone take out a rather large suitcase. Without even opening it, Qian Xiaoyi knew that it must be full of money, and it was probably more than 100 million yen.

Qian Xiaoyi was in a state of panic: "Hey, how am I going to get this box of money through customs?"

"Mr. Qian, this is the compensation you deserve. If you hadn't insisted on refusing to accept the payment, we wouldn't have used cash." Nanajo said sternly, "Before, due to various reasons, we were unable to pay you this money. It was our fault. Please rest assured that this money has been converted into RMB and has gone through the procedures. There is absolutely no problem in law..."

"Stop!" Qian Xiaoyi stopped him and answered seriously: "Take the money. I have decided to go back. If I get a huge sum of money from abroad out of thin air, it will affect my job as a government official."

"Eh?" Inuyama Heita was a little curious: "I haven't heard you talk about this at all, Brother O."

Inuyama Heita found it very magical. Could it be that after returning to his country, Brother Yi would be recruited into some secret research department?
Qian Xiaoyi was very proud: "My Taoist temple has been included in the scenic area. After I go back, I can collect incense money from tourists every day. Should I tell you to show off? Am I that kind of person?"

"I'm so envious..." Lingnai's eyes in the crowd were red. She shouldn't have come to act out the farewell show. She didn't know how happy she was when she knew Qian Xiaoyi was leaving.

"So, this money will only cause me trouble, so it's useless for me to get it." Qian Xiaoyi said to Nanajo Yang: "If the Nanajo family really wants to thank me, please take it back."

At this point, Nanajo Yang had no choice but to have the money put away. He knew that Qian Xiaoyi still didn't trust them. After all, the Nanajo Group and Hyakki were too closely connected. "Everyone, wait for me for a moment." Qian Xiaoyi checked the time, then put his arm around Inuyama Heita's shoulder and walked aside: "You kid, come with me, I have something to tell you."

"Yes." Inuyama Heita perked up.

"Although I have only known you for more than a year, less than the three-year deadline..." Qian Xiaoyi fumbled in his bag and said, "But you have a good character, and you did a great job in the last battle. Even I didn't expect you to succeed, so you have basically passed the assessment..."

Inuyama Heita's heart began to pound: "Brother Yi, what do you mean..."

He had never been so nervous when facing the enemy.

Qian Xiaoyi pulled out a notebook from his bag, handed it to Inuyama Heita, and said with a smile: "Although those traditional spells cannot be passed on to you because you are not a disciple of my sect, and it would be useless if you learned them in Japan, some things from the cognitive school can be passed on. These are some techniques and experiences that I have summarized myself, and I give them to you."

"Yes! Master!" Inuyama Heita excitedly called out the title, then took the notebook with both hands and opened it to see...

——I can’t understand it at all, it’s all in Chinese.

It is also interspersed with various difficult-to-understand professional terms and traditional terminology, and even a native Chinese speaker probably won't be able to understand them all.

"Huh?" Inuyama Heita was dumbfounded.

"What else do you think? Even if the literature is translated into a foreign language, the meaning will be biased." Qian Xiaoyi curled his lips, then smiled gloatingly: "You still have a lot to learn. When you understand it all, it means you have entered the door."

Inuyama Heita felt a tingling sensation on his scalp. He could imagine how "fulfilling" his future life would be.

"Oh, by the way, there's also the matter of Ajian." Qian Xiaoyi suddenly asked, "You haven't played that game yet, right?"

Inuyama Heita became a little gloomy: "Well... I plan to play it on the anniversary of Mr. Ken's death."

"Oh, then it's better not to play it yet." Qian Xiaoyi said in a relaxed tone: "The game that carries Ajian's obsession is the key to whether he can come back."

"Eh?!!!" Inuyama Heita cried out in surprise: "Mr. Ken can come back?! Didn't he already..."

"He didn't become a Buddha." Qian Xiaoyi smiled and said, "Besides, don't forget that we are cognitive people. We cognitive people can revive the fat otaku ghost without much trouble. Mr. Sato and Oda were all 'molded' by you using your own cognition. So if that's the case, it shouldn't be a problem to create another fat otaku, right?"

"But!" Inuyama Heita's eyes widened: "In that case, is the existence I created still the original Mr. Ken?"

"If you are willing to bear the price, then he is." Qian Xiaoyi said meaningfully: "As long as you are willing to bear the debt of the human-faced dog, the urban legend, then the Ajian you summon can be the original him. However, doing so is equivalent to stealing from the other party, and the debt will be very serious."

"It doesn't matter. I already have a huge debt." Inuyama Heita answered firmly: "I will definitely get Mr. Ken back. How do I do it?"

Qian Xiaoyi pointed to the notebook and said, "Once you understand the contents, you will know what to do."

Inuyama Heita looked at the notebook in his hand and made up his mind.

"Okay." Qian Xiaoyi came back and said to everyone, "Just send me here. It's almost time for me to board the plane."

Nanajo Masato tried to make a final attempt to persuade them to stay: "Can't we really stay? Although the hundred demons may disintegrate, they may come back stronger after the chaos..."

"That's true, but what does that have to do with me?" Qian Xiaoyi said something seemingly heartless: "This is your own country, right?"

Everyone was stunned, but soon, Terao Yu understood and became excited: "Teacher Qian is right! We grew up on this land, and the future of this country must be created by ourselves!"

King Kong hugged his chest and said, "That's right! If we have to trouble Mr. Qian for such a small matter, then aren't we useless?"

"Haha~" Nanajo Masato laughed with relief: "Really... you didn't forget to teach us a lesson before you left. But I know, you are right. I really shouldn't rely on others anymore."

"I feel like crying..." Maria blew her nose into her handkerchief.

"Are you crying already?" Xingchang Rang squinted his eyes and couldn't help but ask.

Qian Xiaoyi turned around, waved his hand, and said in a casual manner: "Let's go~"

"Take care~"

"Please report that you are safe after you get off the plane."

Qian Xiaoyi was dragging his suitcase towards the security check. As he walked, he suddenly felt something was wrong, as if someone was following him. So he turned around and saw a bright color.

"Didn't I say you don't need to send it?" Qian Xiaoyi said helplessly.

Tachibana Mio took out a plane ticket and shook it: "Oh, you are so self-indulgent. I didn't send you off. I also wanted to go in. I just stopped by on the way."

"Ah? Where are you going? This is an international flight." Qian Xiaoyi had a bad feeling.

Tachibana Mio smiled and said, "I'm just running away from my marriage. My family has been arranging a political marriage for me, but after the WTV incident, I decided to plan my own life, so I applied for a place to study abroad and ran away from home."

"Study abroad...where to study?" Qian Xiaoyi broke out in cold sweat on his forehead.

"Yeah~Where are we going?" Tachibana Mio did not answer, but walked briskly past Qian Xiaoyi and went straight to the security checkpoint.

The farewell crowd watched the two people gradually go away, all of them were stunned.

"Just now... Miss Tachibana followed, right?"

"Wow, wow, wow~ This is youth. Big sis, I'm going to cry again."

"I can smell a sour smell, damn it... Let's go back."

A plane flew across the sky, and everyone took a step towards their own life.

(End of the book)

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