I Became a God in Tokyo

Tokyo, Leiming Temple.

"Hey, you evil creatures, quickly take a whip from me!"

While speaking, Master Jingshui of Yaowang Temple glared at him, and fiercely swung the Buddhist beads in his hand like a long whip.

A one-way display of the inner Buddha's light.

With just one swing, the green-gray little ghost with half a person's height and a ferocious face was scattered in all directions.

After performing this move, Master Jingshui let out a sigh of relief, clasped his hands together, and silently recited the Buddha's name.

In my heart, I admired the prophetic word of Baimu Mountain God.

Sure enough, it was the same as what Bai Mujun entrusted.

Not long after he entered Leiming Temple, there was a sudden and strange wind, blowing from the ground inexplicably, which made everyone present tremble.

What's even more weird is that after the gloomy wind passed, dirty and twisted sharp claws suddenly protruded from the originally smooth bluestone road in the temple.

Accompanied by sobbing and miserable ghost cries, little ghosts exuding yin energy came out of the ground in groups.

Although this scene surprised people in Tokyo, it did not throw them off their feet.

Instead, they tacitly formed various combat units and stepped forward to meet them.

Fortunately, these ghosts were just spawned by this gust of evil wind, and the strength of the newly condensed ghosts was not considered strong.

And everyone in Tokyo, who had been prepared for a long time, could deal with it with ease.

Soon, the battle was over.

Now, it has entered the stage of cleaning the battlefield.

Wearing priestly attire and carrying an ancient longbow behind her back, Grandma Chiyo is directing several priests of Kanda Shrine to scatter along the four walls of Leiming Temple to check carefully to see if there are any ghosts that have slipped through the net.

Walk towards where Master Jingshui is.

Seeing this, Master Jingshui hurriedly put his hands together and bowed his head, and said politely: "Lord Qiandai, you have worked hard to exorcise ghosts."

"Master Shizumi too." Grandma Chiyo smiled gently and nodded in return.

Still the same smile as before.

Looking at Grandma Qiandai, for a moment, Master Shizumi was a little stunned.

Suddenly, an image of a gentle witch with black silk like waterfalls appeared in his mind.

Back then, in Tokyo, in order to promote the exchange of gods and Buddhas, exchange meetings were held from time to time.

As the disciples with the highest Buddha-nature in Yaowang Temple at that time, Master Jingshui often attended with his master Abbot Putu.

However, compared with the various obscure and difficult concepts at the exchange meeting, it was the shrine maiden named Chiyo Cai at the exchange meeting that attracted Master Shizumi more.

Every frown and smile makes people care about it.

Since then, Master Jingshui has realized a little bit.

Buddhist scriptures can be studied at any time and any place.

Miko, on the other hand, can only be seen at the exchange meeting.

so

Needless to say, what should we do at the exchange meeting?

Since then, Master Jingshui has worked harder, studying Buddhist scriptures day and night, and has made great progress in Buddhist scriptures.

Just to go to several exchange meetings with Master Putu.

After going more times, Master Jingshui gradually became aware of it.

It seems that he is not the only one who is secretly paying attention to this witch.

There was the same gaze, which came from other places in the exchange meeting, and met me unexpectedly.

This made Master Jingshui suddenly vigilant.

In the exchange meeting, there are colleagues?

After many investigations, he finally found the source of that gaze.

It was a monk from another temple, with beautiful features, and his Dharma name was Xin——

Suddenly, Master Jingshui's half-closed eyes widened.

He subconsciously picked up the Buddha beads and shouted: "Lord Qiandai, be careful!"

Grandma Chiyo was slightly taken aback.

Immediately, she noticed that behind her, there was a gloomy and cold aura rising that made her scalp tingle.

This coldness easily penetrated the divine blessing of the priest's costume and entered her mind.

For a while, ghost voices lingered in my mind.

This strange feeling made Grandma Chiyo's eyes shrink.

This is

ghost!

And it is a powerful ghost that has never been encountered before!

Although the incident happened suddenly, Grandma Chiyo did not panic.

Years of accumulated experience allowed her to subconsciously use her right foot as the axis to drive her body, turn around smoothly, draw the bow, draw the string, and assume a shooting posture.

The whole set of movements seems to have been rehearsed countless times, and it was done in one go.

The rotten bowstring easily cut through Chiyo Granny's fingertips, and a few drops of dark red blood rolled on the bowstring.

Then they condensed in the center and turned into three light red arrows.

Every arrow has the power to take away a piece of the ghost just now!

But

Grandma Chiyo's wrist froze suddenly.

She stared in disbelief at the pitch-black ghost whose face had festered until its bones were exposed, and whose body was as muddy as mud.

because of it.

It is too big!

Standing up completely, it is almost the same as the highest Buddhist hall in Leiming Temple!

How much ghost power is condensed in such a huge body?

Grandma Chiyo couldn't imagine it anymore.

Can I really destroy such a ghost with just a few shots of my own arrows?

Almost at the same time, bursts of piercing and intense sounds, like cloth strips being torn, exploded from all over the Leiming Temple.

One after another thick jet-black cracks appeared densely all over Leiming Temple.

The next moment.

Pitch-black ghosts as tall as hills slowly climbed out of the cracks.

With the unique gloomy atmosphere of Huangquan, it appeared between Leiming Temple.

Eerie ghosts shrouded everyone in Tokyo.

Everyone in Tokyo was only stunned for a moment, and then someone reacted.

roared.

"Attack, attack!"

At this moment, the rotten-faced ghost in front of Grandma Qiandai lowered its festering head.

The stench of corruption and viscous sprayed from its mouth.

An invisible but ghastly and icy huge ghost power instantly suppressed her.

Under this ghost force, Grandma Chiyo's body froze suddenly.

In the eyes, there was some shock.

She is the god master of Kanda Shrine, and she also carries a divine artifact on her body!

But in a face-to-face meeting, he was easily countered by a ghost!

What kind of monster is this?

Where is it from again?

But she couldn't bear to think about it anymore.

At this moment, the rotten-faced ghost slowly stretched out its hand, intending to grab Grandma Qiandai into its palm.

"Chiyo, run, run!" Master Shizumi jumped on the side anxiously.

If I can run, of course I will.

Grandma Chiyo retorted helplessly in her heart.

But under the oppression of this ghost, she only felt numbness in her body.

Couldn't even move a little finger.

He could only maintain the archery posture and just stand there.

Before touching Grandma Qiandai, the huge body of the rotten face ghost stopped suddenly.

The body trembled violently like a convulsion.

Under Qiandai's mother-in-law's surprised gaze, a fist lingering with Buddha's light burst out from the ghost's body.

At the same time, there was also a shining Buddha's light, which instantly traveled all over the ghost's body.

boom!

The rotten face ghost fell down like a blasted floor, carrying a large amount of dust.

But before it made contact with the ground, it turned into streaks of black-yellow gas again and fled back into the crack.

Grandma Chiyo stared blankly at the place where the ghost fell.

There, there is a figure that is not tall and straight, but it can make people feel safe. It is maintaining the posture of punching, standing.

The strong wind blew the monk's robe, and the old abbot slowly retracted his fists.

Then he glanced at Grandma Chiyo with his eyes full of vicissitudes and peace.

asked lightly.

"Chidai Benefactor, are you alright?"

"Mmm," staring at the old abbot's face, Grandma Chiyo lowered her bow in a daze and nodded in response.

"In that case, the old monk will go elsewhere."

The old abbot nodded calmly, then turned around resolutely and left, leaving only a distant figure in the eyes of Grandma Qiandai.

Take your time.

Master Jingshui also stared blankly at the scene in front of him.

This pose is inexplicably familiar.

Seems to be the same as back then?

He couldn't help remembering the dharma name of that fellow from Leiming Temple back then.

straight heart!

it's him!

Master Jingshui slapped his thigh.

He suddenly remembered.

This bastard, who was hiding aside and staring at the priestess to get rid of him before, only came to rescue him when he was about to be injured!

Damn it, it's been decades, can't the routine be changed?