Chapter 864 A Hundred Ghosts at Night (5)
"...Now let's take a look at what's going on over there, Mr. Shinjo, can you hear me?"
Shichijo Hiroshi sat in front of the table, ignoring the food on the table and watching the pictures on the TV quietly. At this time, the program on the TV had switched to an outdoor scene. A reporter was facing the camera, waiting for instructions. Due to the signal delay, So it looked like the reporter was stunned for two seconds before answering.
"Hello, host, this is the New City of Journalists. You can see that there is a dense crowd behind me." The reporter faced the camera, holding a microphone in his hand, and said professionally: "This time, I hope that the festival will be held from all over the country. It’s really surprising that so many believers have been attracted from all over the country. I didn’t expect that the Hope Sect, which is usually not well-known, has so many loyal believers.”
Host: "I saw that in addition to the believers participating in the parade and festival, there were also many police officers maintaining order. It was amazing. How many people were there?"
Reporter: "Although there are no detailed statistics, judging from the current level, there are probably thousands or even tens of thousands of people on site? There are still many people joining the team in a steady stream."
Host: "It's really spectacular."
Moderator: "But when it comes to the Hope Sect, the most concerning thing is the scandals they have reported before, right?"
Reporter: "Yes..."
Before he could finish speaking, a believer broke into the camera and shouted: "Slander, that's slander! It's impossible for the patriarch to do that kind of thing."
Other believers also shouted: "Yes, the Hope Sect treats us like family members. It is a very gentle sect. How could it possibly do something like that?"
They all held the treasure bottles sold by the Hope Cult in their hands, and they looked filled with indignation and excitement.
In fact, it is not just them, almost half of the believers hold this kind of porcelain bottle in their hands, which is also the largest source of income for the Hope Church besides donations.
"What happened?"
"This TV station is spreading lies about the Patriarch!"
"What? There is such a thing? This needs to be clarified."
The crowd vaguely surrounded the place, just when the reporters were a little frightened by the enthusiasm.
"Oh oh oh! It's coming, it's coming."
Suddenly, the scene became noisy, and everyone looked towards the other direction of the road in anticipation.
Moderator: "It seems that the believers don't believe that those rumors have something to do with the Hope Cult... What happened over there?"
The reporter looked back and said: "It looks like the parade has already come from that side. Let's go and take a look!"
The camera shook as the reporter ran, and the photographer professionally followed the reporter without being separated at all.
In the TV screen, a black figure gradually appeared at the end of the road, moving along the road.
Beside Shichijo Hiroshi, Taoist Jingtoku stared at the TV screen, a little confused: "It has already started. Once such a huge team takes action, it is not easy to stop... The best opportunity has been missed now, Qian Xiaoyi How is that boy going to stop the festival?”
"Don't worry, no matter what method he uses, he will crush your unrealistic wishful thinking." Ling Kong Lao Dao sneered from the side.
"I almost succeeded! Almost!" Taoist Jingde's expression twisted: "If it weren't for the disciple you trained to be nosy! If it weren't for the fact that I still missed my old friendship and let him go..."
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The old Taoist Lingkong laughed loudly: "Why are you thinking about old feelings? You and Xiao Yi are not familiar with each other. You just want to prove your achievements to us! In the past twenty years, you have been alone for so long, No one can believe it, no one can tell the truth. If it were an ordinary person, he would have Crazy... No, you are already crazy, otherwise why would you choose to commit suicide? You madman, hahaha. You have been waiting for someone to come to you, otherwise you would not have arranged so many things. Is it a waste? You asked for it!”
"Shut up, you old guy!" Taoist Jingde yelled. No one else could make him so angry. Only this old guy could always hit him where it hurts.
Shichijo Hiroshi ignored their noisy daily life and slowly sipped the wine in his glass. He had a feeling that the noisy voices of the two people had become somewhat distant during this time. At least after today, things would come to a conclusion. ——For better or worse.
"I saw it! It's the first parade float!" A reporter's voice came from the TV: "It's finally starting! [Aquarius Festival]!"
Here at the scene, Qijiao Masato was mixed in with the cheering crowd, and suddenly felt a little uneasy. His current task is to lurk among these believers and deliver information to the other side at any time through headphones.
At this time, he was also holding a treasure bottle in his hand, pretending to be a believer. This treasure bottle was collected when he was fighting against those treasure bottle users. Now it is used as a disguised prop, so no one around him doubts him. .
But now it seems that it doesn't matter even if there is no treasure bottle in his hand, because there are too many people, and he wears a peaked cap and makes some disguise, so no one will pay attention to him at all.
Masato Shichijo stood uneasily behind the crowd on the roadside, looking around like an eager believer, waiting for the festival to begin.
However, from the moment he entered the crowd, Masato Shichijo felt out of place. Thousands of fanatical believers gathered here, which changed the aura around him. Even for him, a half-hearted general, Even spiritual beings can feel this, which makes him a little uneasy.
"It's as uncomfortable as stepping into a ghost realm..." Masato Shichijo thought.
"It's here! It's here! The first float!" People around kept shouting.
The motorcade finally approached, and Shichijo Masato struggled to get to the front, and then he saw the float clearly. There were two traffic police motorcycles clearing the way in front of the float, and a long string of parade floats were slowly driving along the road. Everywhere you pass will cause cheers from the believers.
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The float at the head was the image of a huge porcelain vase, the shape of which was the same as the treasure vase in the hands of Masato Shichijo. On the stage in front of the huge bottle, stood a person, a woman dressed up.
Of course, this person is not the patriarch Mari Amahara, but she is not the saint Hayabune Chizuru either. Her identity is...
"[The Third Saint], Maiko Nagahara." Masato Shichijo's information emerged in his mind: "The former idol singer, although he joined the Hope Cult later, relied on his own influence to become a member of the Hope Cult after retiring. The Hope Sect has attracted many interests, and is also a fanatical believer who believes in the lies of Amahara Truth, so she was promoted to the third saint. Many ordinary believers joined this sect after seeing her identity. It can be said that they are members of the Hope Sect. ”
The float slowly stopped at the starting point. Maiko Nagahara waved to the surrounding believers. She held a microphone in her hand and shouted through the loudspeaker on the float:
"Brothers and sisters of Hope Teaching, you have been waiting for a long time!"
"Oh oh oh!!!"
Her words aroused a huge response, and the voices rose and fell like a tide.
"It's great that everyone can come here to celebrate the birthday of the ancestor!" Nagahara Wu Yizi's voice was crying, covering her chest, and said excitedly: "Wu Yizi is very happy now!"
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"Long live the Patriarch!"
"Me too, I'm very happy too!"
"Everyone is happy!"
Nagahara Maiko continued: "I believe everyone knows that in order to respond to everyone's support for so many years, the patriarch has decided to give back to all brothers and sisters on his birthday today, on this sacred day, and we will work with everyone , arrived at the foot of Mount Fuji, the holy place of the universe, and held a blessing ceremony to bring more happiness and more hope to everyone. ”
"So, let everyone follow the motorcade in an orderly manner, walk towards the hopeful shore of happiness, and welcome the bright future!"
The atmosphere at the scene was explosive.
"Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh!!!"
(End of chapter)