Full-Time Magister: Super Mage

Chapter 435 Every pitiful person has something hateful about them; Fen Qingjiang Han

"These are the memories of the bald monk Narahara Sora. Let's continue watching," Jiang Han said calmly.

As soon as Jiang Han finished speaking, Miyata on the sea cliff threw down the carving knife in his hand, then got up and jumped off the cliff.

Mo Fan and Ai Jiangtu were both surprised that Miyata died this way. After Miyata jumped off the cliff with her eyes closed, her skirt fluttered, and a few clear tears slid down her cheeks before crashing heavily onto the rocks at the bottom of the cliff. The sea below was stained red with Miyata's blood.

"Someone will find Miyata's body soon. We'll need to go to Yanming Temple to find out what happens next," Jiang Han said.

Just as Jiang Han said, Miyata's body was soon discovered, and the Japanese police cordoned off the scene. However, all of this happened after Jiang Han and the other two left.

When Jiang Han and his two companions arrived at Yanming Temple, there were hardly any people left. Inside the temple, people were discussing the impact of Miyata's death on the temple, and the bald monks all had a look of horror and bewilderment in their eyes.

"Could Miyata's death be related to these bald monks?" Mo Fan, hiding in a corner of the hall, asked.

"Pretty much. In the end, this bald monk named Narahara Sora is also a pitiful person," Jiang Han said with some pity.

"Why did you say that Narahara Sora is a pitiful person?" Ai Jiangtu asked, puzzled.

"You'll find out as you keep watching," Jiang Han said, his gaze fixed on the silent Narahara Sora.

While Jiang Han and Mo Fan were talking, several bald monks in the main hall were complaining about Miyata's death, saying that her death near the temple would affect the temple's incense offerings. However, what these monks did not know was that Narahara Sora's face was already ashen.

"Hara Sora, we never expected Miyata to do something like this to prove himself. Please accept our condolences." The old bald monk—no, the old abbot Shin'uga—noticing Nara Sora's emotional change, advised.

"Condolences? You're saying condolences when Miyata is dead?" Narahara Sora suddenly stood up, roaring like a madman.

"If you hadn't wronged her, would she have needed to prove herself with her death?"

"That time, it was clearly Nanami and the woman from Yamashita who were seen having a secret rendezvous, but you insist on calling it me and Miyata. Do you even have the ability to distinguish right from wrong?" Narahara Sora angrily pointed at the young monk opposite him.

The monk named Nanami's gaze darted away, but he still stubbornly insisted, "You're talking nonsense! That night, you were clearly having a secret rendezvous with Miyata. And you're saying you spent the night on a small island outside the sea cliffs? Do you really think all of us are idiots?"

"She said she would take us to the sea cliffs to find an island, but what happened? There was nothing there. So she was lying and ruining the temple's reputation. And now she's trying to drag me down with her."

Narahara Sora's cheeks twitched in anger at Nanami's words, showing just how furious he was. In Jiang Han's and the other two's eyes, a blood-red mist appeared to swirl around Narahara Sora, but the monks in the hall didn't seem to see it.

There's a saying that goes, "Don't advise others to be kind if you haven't experienced their suffering." If you haven't experienced this illusion, you really have no right to judge Narahara Sora, that bald monk. Even if you have, Jiang Han can only say that he and Miyata are pitiful people.

This may be the cycle of cause and effect. If Miyata and Narahara Sora had not encountered the cause of Baxia turning into an island, there would have been no consequence of Miyata jumping off a cliff to prove his innocence, and Narahara Sora, that bald monk, would not have committed suicide for love and then become an evil spirit parasitizing in Baxia's totem vessel.

If Baxia hadn't allowed Narahara Sora to become a vessel spirit, how could Narahara Sora's soul, given its strength at the time of her suicide, have possibly entered Baxia's totem vessel and become a spirit?

Perhaps Baxia never imagined that its compassion would cause countless Japanese to lose their lives. It's possible that this was intentional on Baxia's part, since Baxia is a totem beast of China, and even if it is at odds with the totem Xuan She, it would not actually help the Japanese.

"I never would have guessed that this bald monk named Narahara Sora is such a romantic," Mo Fan remarked in amazement.

"Hmm, but did that girl named Miyata lie or not?" Ai Jiangtu said in a deep voice.

"Probably not, and Narahara Sora's true form is about to appear," Jiang Han said.

At this moment, the monks in the main hall finished their conversation, and Narahara Sora walked out of the temple. Jiang Han, Mo Fan, and Ai Jiangtu hurriedly followed, and finally arrived at Manying Mountain, where the temple often performed rituals and prayed for blessings.

After arriving here, Narahara Sora took out the carving knife left by Miyata before his death from his sleeve and began carving strange symbols on the mountain like a madman. In the eyes of Mo Fan and Ai Jiangtu, those symbols were just him venting his emotions.

Jiang Han knew that Narahara Sora was not venting, but rather inscribing curse-type incantations. These curse-type incantations were not low-level; when constructed into a large array, their power was in no way weaker than ordinary high-level magic.

"That bald monk is quite pitiful," Mo Fan said.

"Every pitiful person has something hateful about them." Jiang Han's voice was still somewhat indifferent, but he continued, "His story with Miyata is pitiful, but that is not a reason for him to use the wooden fish vessel to devour other people's souls for cultivation."

"Using the persecution of others to achieve one's revenge is indeed quite hateful," Ai Jiangtu said with considerable agreement.

As the entire West Bear City began to distort, silvery-white starlight shone from Jiang Han's body. Mo Fan and Ai Jiangtu both sensed the space beginning to warp, and with a loud 'bang,' the entire illusion shattered.

After the illusion shattered, the entire world turned into a blood-red world. At the center of the world stood a sinister monk dressed in black robes, who was none other than Narahara Sora, who had transformed into an evil spirit.

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"Why are you outsiders stopping me from taking my revenge?" Narahara Sora roared, his face contorted in pain.

"I don't mean to stop you from seeking revenge, but if you hand over my friend's soul, can we just leave each other alone?" Jiang Han said calmly.

"Holy crap, Jiang Han, are you really going to let this evil spirit that cultivates by devouring souls go?" Mo Fan exclaimed in surprise.

"What does it matter to me that he's devouring islanders?" Jiang Han said.

"I really didn't expect you to be such a passionate young man," Ai Jiangtu said with a smile.

Ai Jiangtu comes from the Ai family and is a genius magician trained by the academy directly under the Ministry of Defense. After graduation, he can work in the Northern Ministry of Defense. Therefore, he also has no good feelings towards the islanders. As for the reason, it is naturally because of the war of national defense back then.

"Once a soul enters my hands, there's no chance of it escaping. As for you all, stay and become my power!" Narahara Sora said somewhat maniacally.

"Hey, my temper is short-tempered. If you release Zhao Manyan, we'll be even. But why are you so greedy, you bald monk?" Mo Fan's body instantly burst into flames, just like his temper, ready to explode at any moment.

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