Full-Time Magician: Demon Mage

Chapter 157 Problem Solving

"No need, no need..." Jiang Shaoxu quickly waved her hand. As a seasoned person in terms of thinking, she understood many things instantly.

Nan Jue watched the two of them with amusement, as if she were watching a melon seed gossip.

"Alright, alright, stop chatting. Wang Teng, tell me, what did you find inside?" Ai Jiangtu interrupted the atmosphere and immediately changed the subject to something serious.

"It's a melodramatic story. There was a monk named Nanami at Yanming Temple who couldn't stand the loneliness, so he went down the mountain to find a woman. As a result, he was discovered, and the person directly framed a woman named Miyata and a fellow monk named Narahara Sora."

"As a result, everyone believed it. The two could not prove it themselves, or rather, no one believed them even if they did. Miyata was forced to commit suicide, and Narahara Sora also died behind Mt. Man'ei, but he carved something."

"I reckon they've both become spirits now, and judging from this incident, Narahara Sora will definitely not let those who slandered her get away with it."

Wang Teng shook his head and sighed slightly. It is said that the world is a microcosm of desire. Everyone is sinking into their own desires, giving rise to all kinds of evil thoughts. This is how the Five Turbid Hells came to be.

"What about Zhao Manyan?" Ai Jiangtu continued to ask.

"Couldn't find it~ Who knows where those two spirits hid it?"

"We could ask the monks nearby; they would surely know about this. Judging from the memories, they were all there."

"I think finding Narahara Sora is about all we need to do. Let Mo Fan handle this; he can see spirits."

Wang Teng patted his backside and got up. He had already gotten his share of the benefits. He had taken the lead, and the rest was naturally up to Da Mofan.

"Let's go back first!" Ai Jiangtu looked at Wang Teng and felt that something was wrong. The other party's mental strength seemed to have increased a lot just now, but he didn't say anything more.

The four quickly returned to their room, where a crowd of people sat waiting for the situation to unfold.

"How did it go?" Mu Tingying stood at the doorway and saw the four of them return, so she immediately asked.

After Ai Jiangtu entered the side room, he recounted all the information they had gathered.

"Holy crap, does that mean Old Zhao isn't in danger?!" Mo Fan tensed up. He knew about that monk named Narahara Sora.

"So hurry up and look for nearby temples, find those people from back then, especially a place called Manying Mountain."

"Mo Fan, you can see demon spirits, so it's probably up to you this time."

Ai Jiangtu looked at him with a serious expression. This was no time for jokes. What if he accidentally killed Zhao Manyan when he made a move?

"Hmm~" Mo Fan's eyelids twitched, and he reluctantly agreed. He was feeling guilty, because he was probably the one who caused Old Zhao's accident.

Based on Ai Jiangtu's explanation, he could roughly guess the other party's purpose.

In the dead of night, a group of people set out, and soon they saw a red light flashing on a distant mountain.

Everyone rushed towards the mountain, but when they arrived, they heard a series of wails coming from the mountain, and all the monks knelt on the ground.

Many people had their eyes gouged out or their hands chopped off.

"Narahara Sora!" Mo Fan shouted angrily, staring at a spot.

Wang Teng followed behind the group, his gaze fixed on that figure, his seventh-realm spiritual power flowing in his eyes.

"They really are a peculiar species. No, they seem to follow the path of soul cultivation. Because they cannot control magical energy, they use arrays to combine negative emotions with mental power, supplemented by magical energy, to create an effect similar to curse magic."

"This guy's got talent! He actually figured out the essence of curse magic. Or was it just pure luck, or did he get it from some magic book?"

He watched as Mo Fan and that guy started their battle, and through various skills, he determined the other's cultivation level.

The opponent's strength is not that great, only at the level of a warrior general, but because he is in demon spirit form, he is invisible to ordinary people.

Just like how you can't see the essence and remnants of a soul without a vessel containing the spirit of the dead.

After being bombarded, Narahara's soul energy was exhausted and completely dissipated.

With the death of the other party, the activated magic circle lost its core and fell down.

"Let's go quickly, the situation here has attracted the attention of the police, we need to leave immediately."

Ai Jiangtu noticed the flashing police lights and quickly alerted everyone, especially Mo Fan.

The group rushed back to Yanming Temple like a gust of wind.

"Hey~ you're back. Zhao Manyan just woke up," Nan Rongni said happily.

"That's strange~ I feel like I slept for quite a long time, how come it's still not dawn?" Zhao Manyan's voice sounded slightly weak.

Seeing that he was alright, Mo Fan couldn't be bothered with him anymore; this time he had learned his lesson.

"We still need to leave Yanming Temple as soon as possible. The Magic Association in Xixiong City will definitely come to investigate, and they will surely find us stowaways," Nan Jue reminded him.

"We'd better head to Tokyo as soon as possible. This hiding and running around is really unbearable," Zu Jiming said irritably, unable to stand all this mess.

Why is it that every time I go somewhere, I encounter some kind of trouble, and each time the situation is quite difficult?

He's almost become invisible in the group, along with Li Kaifeng and Guan Yu.

The next morning, as everyone was getting ready to leave, Zhao Manyan suddenly appeared out of nowhere, clutching something in his arms.

"Guess what good stuff I got from the back mountain?" Zhao Manyan approached Mo Fan with a mysterious look on his face, his movements furtive.

"Wooden fish?" Mo Fan glanced at it. Ai Jiangtu had already told him everything, so he naturally knew what was on the back mountain.

"How did you know?" Zhao Manyan opened his clothes, revealing an ancient wooden fish vessel.

Mo Fan reached out to grab it, but suddenly a burst of yellow lightning struck his hand.

"Holy crap~ What are you doing?" Zhao Manyan was startled and quickly dropped the wooden fish on the ground.

"Oh my~ Zhao Manyan, you actually brought it out?" Nan Jue asked, turning her head to look, and found it was the wooden fish.

She looked at Zhao Manyan with envy in her eyes. This guy was incredibly lucky to have been chosen by Muyu.

Wang Teng glanced at them and then ignored them, following the group as they set off. The train tickets were a kind gift from the monks as a token of their gratitude.

……

The group, holding their train tickets to Tokyo, boarded the train.

"We will be staying in Osaka this time, where the island nation's national team is located. We must go there to compete and obtain the national team medal. This is something our mentor has seriously required."

"After that, we will head to the Tokyo Sea battlefield for combat training, and a batch of resources will be distributed this time."

"I want to especially remind you that there are no resources for the substitutes' bench. This is a rule that was set before departure. You need to bring your own resources." Ai Jiangtu said these harsh words from his seat.

(End of this chapter)