Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 65: Daoist Incantations

Chapter 65: The Thirteen Curses of Daoism (Please support me with your monthly votes!)
Having a high fever?
When Fang Zuo heard Shiraishi Nagimitsu's call, he raised his eyebrows and realized that something was wrong.

It had only been a few hours since he and Oda Yui were separated, how could he suddenly have a high fever?

Shiraishi Nagimitsu said on the phone that Oda Yui suddenly fell to the ground while painting in the studio.

The teacher was shocked.

Then he discovered that Oda Yui's face was red and she had a high fever.

I quickly called 119.
On the way to the hospital, Shiraishi Nagimitsu was notified.

After Shiraishi Nagimitsu arrived at the hospital, he was informed that the cause of his illness could not be diagnosed and that he could only temporarily use physical cooling methods.

Scared, he quickly called Fang Zuo.

Fang Zuo put down the documents in his hand and went to the emergency ward of the University of Tokyo Hospital.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu was wearing a mask and sitting beside Oda Yui's bed with a serious expression.

In the air-conditioned room, he wore a thin black windbreaker, a white knitted short-sleeved shirt and jeans underneath.

Seeing Fang Zuo coming in, she quickly threw herself into his arms.

She raised her little face and tried to force a smile at Fang Zuo.

Tears rolled down like beads from a broken string, making one feel pity for them.

Ever since I met this man, I have become more and more prone to crying.

“The doctor couldn’t diagnose the cause.”

"It's okay, let me take a look." Fang Zuo patted Shiraishi Nagimitsu's little face.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu obediently said "hmm" and made way, taking out a handkerchief to wipe her tears.

Fang Zuo walked to the bedside.

Oda Yui was unconscious with her brows furrowed and her eyes closed.

There was an ice cube wrapped in a towel on his head, and he was wearing a loose hospital gown of short-sleeved shirt and shorts.

On the cabinet next to her head were her changed clothes, wallet and a folded promotional poster of a Korean girl group.

"She wants to join a girl group." Shiraishi Nagimitsu walked over, picked up the poster and handed it to Fang Zuo.

Fang Zuo nodded, took it and put it back on the table: "I took her to the interview today, but then I saw it was for a bikini girl group, so I turned it down."

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you."

"It's okay, you make the decision." Shiraishi Nagimitsu sat in front of Oda Yui's bed and touched her little face: "I just want her to get better soon."

Fang Zuo looked at the neatly folded promotional poster.

I know that although the little guy acted very happy in the taxi, he still wanted to participate in his heart.

Fang Zuo looked at Oda Yui carefully.

The little face and neck are red.

A faint black line circled on his forehead.

Fang Zuo sneered.

Things that don’t know whether to live or die.

It is the Taoist Zhuyou technique again.

Taoist Zhuyou techniques were passed down to ancient witchcraft.

After continuous research by Taoist predecessors, it was finally developed into the Taoist Thirteen Incantations.

Zhu means curse.

"You" means wish.

It is nothing more than using thirteen kinds of spells and casting spells according to the wishes of the target.

The old man from Oda used the negative wishes of the driver and the boy to control them.

And now there is someone who is ignorant of the consequences and is using Oda Yui's wish to cast a curse.

It is also an authentic Taoist inheritance.

The Thirteen Taoist Incantations have indeed been spread outside of China by many Taoist disciples over the years.

For example, the black magic in Southeast Asia is a derived branch.

But it's just a branch after all.

But in Japan, Fang Zuo actually saw the complete inheritance again.

Don’t think that Oda Yui has a high fever now, it’s just that the caster’s realm is too low.

It triggered her soul's self-defense.

When the black gas completely dissipated, Oda Yui's high fever naturally subsided.

I want to see which guy is asking for death.

Fang stretched out his left and right hands and grabbed the black energy on Oda Yui's forehead.

Then throw it into the air.

He made a Taoist gesture and pointed at the black air in the air.

The black gas churned violently, then slowly dissipated in the air.

Fang Zuo's divine consciousness attached itself to the black air and quickly shuttled through it, arriving at a suite in the Imperial Hotel in Tokyo.

After taking a closer look, Fang Zuo couldn't help but get angry.

There is an altar in the middle of the suite.

I saw a middle-aged man wearing a red Bagua Taoist robe, a crescent Quanzhen crown on his head, a peach wood sword in his hand, and a Bagua lamp at his feet.

He stood in front of the altar, muttering something. Not far away, a beautiful woman sat on a sofa.

Wearing a black suspender stocking that shows off her plump, snow-white thighs.

A cup of milk tea was placed on the huge breasts, and the little mouth was pecking at the straw from time to time.

Watching the middle-aged man cast a spell with great interest.

It was the Korean woman Kim Mi-jung.

After the black gas entered the room, it began to circle in the air.

The middle-aged man pointed the peach wood sword at the black air, pinched the Three Mountains Formula with his hands, and uttered the Taoist mantra.

The black gas descended rapidly and entered the Three Mountains Technique of the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man extinguished the Bagua lamp at his feet, took off his red Taoist robe, folded it and placed it on the altar.

He then placed the peach wood sword and the town's crescent crown on his Taoist robe in a very proper manner.

He bent down and performed the Taoist kowtow.

Then he turned around.

He changed his serious expression.

"Okay, within three days, she will definitely lose control of her thoughts and come to find you."

After saying that, he opened his arms and was about to pounce on Jin Meiting.

Jin Meiting picked up the milk tea from the huge breasts, stood up, and put her small hands on the middle-aged man's chest.

Jiao Mei said, "Don't worry, I'll go back to my room to take a shower. President Cui, you should also take a shower and come to my room to find me."

"Why bother with that? We can just wash together." The middle-aged man stared at Jin Meiting's huge breasts shaking as she stood up and swallowed.

"No, this should be done with some ritual." Jin Meiting's eyes were as charming as silk. She picked up the milk tea and put the straw into the middle-aged man's mouth: "Remember to wash it clean. I'm a bit of a germaphobe. If I find something wrong, everything will stop."

Looking at Jin Meiting's graceful figure, she walked out the door with her plump buttocks and full thighs in suspenders.

With every step she took in her high heels.

Waves of flesh are rolling up in the tight skirt.

The middle-aged man swallowed absentmindedly.

She waited until the person left the room before looking away. Looking at the lipstick mark on the milk tea straw, she quickly leaned over and took a sip.

The smell of lipstick and milk tea mixed together is like taking an aphrodisiac.

It made his blood boil.

With a strange cry, he tore off his clothes and rushed into the bathroom.

Fang Zuo withdrew his spiritual thoughts.

It turned out to be Jin Meiting's doing.

If I wasn't here.

After Oda Yui's high fever subsided, she must have been troubled by her worries.

The desire to become an idol expanded infinitely and was firmly locked in my heart.

As long as her mind control is a little worse.

Maybe the next day, Oda Yui couldn't control the desire to become an idol superstar.

I went to find Jin Meiting to sign the contract.

And she herself didn't feel that there was anything wrong at all.