Evil Spirit Consultant

Chapter 153 The Real Host
After taking a look at Yamada Takashi's body on the ground, Yang Liu hesitated slightly and left before the factory collapsed.

Standing on a barren piece of land, looking at the factory area that had become a ruin, Yang Liu shook his head and sighed: "It turns out... you have already lost control."

I'm afraid that from the moment he unconsciously killed his daughter, Yamada Takashi's spirit had collapsed.

Although he deceived himself with all kinds of lies afterwards, he never dared to return to his home, and even eventually fled to this deserted place and sought death.

That’s right, Yamada Takashi was seeking death, Yang Liu was very sure of it.

With his ability, if he doesn't want to die in the mountains, he can absorb the vitality of the entire forest while moving.

Moreover, if Yamada Takashi's ability is slightly changed, he can also achieve the same magic-breaking effect as Yang Liu.

After all, spiritual power itself is a product of vitality. If one can forcibly absorb the vitality of others, one can certainly also forcibly absorb the released spiritual power.

This means that unless he is willing, he cannot be restrained even by magic circles.

Since his strength was not enough to crush Yamada Takashi, Yang Liu could not think of a way to deal with this guy unless he used heavy firepower.

"Come to think of it...it turns out that I'm not the holder of innate supernatural powers..." Yang Liu looked up at the sky.

He didn't want to think about Yamada Takashi anymore and wanted to change his mindset, so his thoughts couldn't help but turn to this aspect.

Before coming, Yang Liu had confirmed with Uga Shoji that although Yamada Takashi's ability was extremely terrifying, it was still classified as "talented".

Yang Liu, who has the same ability type and similar strength, naturally does not have innate magical powers.

It would be a lie to say I wasn't disappointed after seeing this result, but Yang Liu couldn't help but fantasize:
"Even a genius like me doesn't have innate magical powers, so how strong must the real innate magical powers be?"

After sighing for a while and feeling that his mood had adjusted, Yang Liu prepared to deal with other things.

"Come out."

The sound of the willow is not loud, but it is loud enough for people hiding in the dark to hear clearly.

The forest fell into silence for a moment, with only the rustling of leaves in the wind.

Seeing that Yang Liu's gaze was always looking in his direction, the person hiding in the woods finally revealed his figure.

"Amitabha, benefactor, I am honored to receive your greetings..."

An old monk with white hair and beard walked out from the woods in the distance and slowly walked towards the willow trees. Looking at the trees around him that had been drained of their vitality, his eyes were full of pity.

Yang Liu looked at the old monk approaching her and couldn't help but frowning. She clenched her hands and subconsciously prepared to escape.

It's flight, not fight.

Even though she couldn't sense any spiritual power, and even though the two had just met, Yang Liu's sense of crisis was still beating wildly.

He knew very well that the old monk in front of him was not an enemy he could face at the moment.

"You've been watching from the very beginning, what's your purpose?!"

Faced with Yang Liu's hostility, the old monk shook his head and had no intention of taking action. He just walked straight past Yang Liu and towards the ruins.

The old monk bowed towards the location of Yamada Takashi's body in the ruins, then stood there with his hands clasped together, muttering something.

Yang Liu didn't know much about Buddhist scriptures, but from the first few sentences he guessed that what the monk was chanting was the "Dharani for Removing All Karmic Obstacles and Attaining Rebirth in the Pure Land," which is what people often call the "Nirvana Mantra."

Yang Liu saw that the other party didn't seem to intend to fight with him, so he didn't bother him. The old monk was very skilled in his job. It didn't take him long to recite the mantra of rebirth. After finishing, he bowed to the ruins:

"Amitabha, may the donor have a clear mind and be reborn freely."

After holding a simple funeral for Yamada Takashi, the old monk turned around and looked at Yang Liu seriously:
"Don't misunderstand me, my name is Tomohisa Komura, the abbot of the Great Compassion King Temple of the Thunder Mountain Qianru Temple. I came here to check out the problem I discovered. I happened to encounter the fight between the two donors and couldn't help but stop to watch. Please forgive me if I have offended you."

The old monk's words made Yang Liu embarrassed.

He knew about the Dabeiwang Courtyard of the Qianru Temple in Leishan, but he didn't know the exact location. Now he realized that the two of them had run into someone else's courtyard to fight.

"Master, you are too polite. I am sorry for intruding without permission."

"Don't do that, my dear. I didn't expect you to be able to sense my presence. You are so talented at such a young age. You are worthy of being valued by Master Yuhe."

"No way." Yang Liu was surprised, "Master, do you know Host Yu He?"

"I was a good friend of his grandfather when we were young, and I have heard about the sacrifice of nephew Yuhe. Such a heroic act of self-sacrifice is admirable. On the other hand, I am ashamed to have lived to such an age..."

"Master, you won't..."

The old monk really didn't seem to have any hostility. He chatted with Yang Liu about a lot of things and looked like an ordinary empty-nest elderly person.

Before leaving, the abbot Xiaocun Zhijiu warmly invited Yang Liu to visit his temple:
"After the summer, you must come to visit our temple."

"Of course, of course. I heard that Daibei Oin Temple is the most beautiful place for autumn leaves in the entire Fukuoka Prefecture. Of course I won't miss such a beautiful view."

After being sent out of the mountain by the old monk, Yang Liu looked down at his palms, which were already soaked with sweat.

"Is this... a genuine host-level player? So strong!"

As she said this, Yang Liu's eyes sparkled with excitement.

Before, Yang Liu had no real feeling for the gym owner-level or host-level strongmen mentioned by Uga Zhaoji. After meeting them today, he finally understood why a force can only be ranked if it has a gym owner-level strongman.

"He is indeed very strong! But I am not far from this level..."

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Inside the main hall of Sumiyoshi Shrine.

Yokota Teru, covered in bandages, sat bored beside a small table, watching his grandfather and father process intelligence.

Yokota Masaru and Miyaji looked at the fax they had just received and handed it to their father expressionlessly: "The police just sent a message that the murderer of the recent serial murder case has been eliminated."

The skinny old man took the information, glanced at it casually and threw it aside: "Ha! A middle-aged man in his forties can actually awaken his talent, and the strength is so high. Since the experiment was reopened, Fukuoka has become more and more chaotic.

Send a message to those people in the special class. If there is any mistake next time, we will not serve you!"

"Dad, it seems that there is no point in saying this, right?"

Yokota Masaru and Miyaji muttered something in a low voice, but before they could finish their words, they were kicked out by the old man: "You are the only one who talks too much!"

(End of this chapter)