I Became a God in Tokyo

Twenty-three forty.

The online class is over.

Shiraki Jun, who had learned a lot, walked back to the counter and handed back the key card and other items to Mitsui Yuta.

Immediately, he walked out of the store and went to the alley where Mitsui Yuta said that the mourning spirit was located.

It was nearly midnight and the streets were deserted.

At this moment, Bai Mujun was standing at the end of the alley, looking around.

On both sides are two Japanese-style ordinary houses built by one family, and it is already pitch black at this moment, presumably the head of the household has turned off the lights and gone to sleep.

After all, this is not a red-light district. Most people are ordinary office workers with their own regular life, getting up, working, eating, and sleeping every day.

And ghosts and ghosts never enter their schedule.

They may never know that the place separated by a wall will be strange and chilling at night.

The alley was pitch-black, but the length of the short tens of meters could not be seen at a glance. The light from the street lamps only illuminated the entrance of the alley, and did not dare to shine any more inside.

Dark and cold.

It's like stepping into another world.

Bai Mujun stepped in without hesitation.

"Da da da"

The deep alley is extremely quiet, only the sound of the soles of shoes falling on the cement road can be heard.

Bai Mujun counted silently.

The alley is only more than 60 meters long, and it only takes about 80 steps to pass through it with your own pace.

But when Bai Mujun counted to one hundred, there was still darkness in front of him, with no end in sight.

Bai Mujun didn't panic, he continued to walk down.

As it got deeper, the blue walls on both sides gradually became scorched black, and there were many dry dark red dents on the wall, as if the sharp scratching sound of fingernails scratched on the wall could be heard.

The stench lingered on the tip of his nose, and the cement road under his feet became softer, as if walking hard in a swamp.

When he counted to three hundred, behind him, there was a dull crashing sound, like an old friend who was late, arriving as promised.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Bai Mujun turned his head.

Five or six meters behind him, a thin old man fell into the mud, with dry, wrinkled skin under his dirty shirt.

The old man struggled to raise his head, the gray and dry soil slid off his face, except for a pair of broad bean-like eyeballs, his facial features could hardly be distinguished, it was indescribably weird.

Rather than falling to the ground, it was more like crawling out of the ground.

At this moment, he stretched out his dead branch-like hand to Bai Mujun, his voice trembling.

"Help, help me"

"I can't move my legs!"

Bai Mujun approached quickly.

Looking at the terrifying old man below him, he didn't show the slightest bit of fear.

Instead, he leaned down and said in a questioning tone.

"How can I help you?"

"Send me to the hospital." The old man's expression was painful and distorted, he stretched out his hands, as if to wrap his arms around Bai Mujun's neck.

The slender nails were full of dirt and blood, as if something had been scratched.

But Bai Mujun didn't care at all, he stretched out his hands, like the incarnation of a great loving god and Buddha, and embraced the old man.

"Thanks."

The old man tilted his head on Bai Mujun's shoulder.

Although he said words of thanks, the face of the old man with his back to Bai Mujun became more and more ferocious, his small eyes lit up with a dark green light, and a dark fire arose.

The flesh at the corner of his mouth was torn open by a huge force, and the blood fell on the crooked carious teeth, aiming at Bai Mujun's neck.

There were bursts of strange laughter.

"It's time to hit the road!"

Bai Mujun was taken aback when he heard this.

So impatient?

Don't go through the process of extermination?

Although a little hasty, he could only nod his head and admire.

"Since Your Excellency has made up his mind, I won't keep it anymore.

"Hurry up and get on the road."

The undead, who was leaning on Bai Mujun's shoulder with his mouth open, was also taken aback.

Nani?

Knock to hemp——

Before it had time to react to what happened, its vision suddenly spun rapidly.

In an instant, the world turned upside down.

Its head is in close contact with the ground.

Bai Mujun let go and stood up.

This is an extremely authentic move from the waist and back.

From Bai Mujun squatting and lowering his waist, to exerting force and falling, the whole process was done in one go, full of beauty.

Plus released a little mana.

And the effect.

Behind Bai Mujun, Zongling's head, shoulders and even half of his body sank deeply into the ground.

At this moment, it has begun to collapse at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Within a few breaths, Zong Ling's entire body turned into ashes and dissipated.

And with the disappearance of the undead——

The mud under his feet turned back to concrete, and the scratches on the walls disappeared.

The strangeness faded away quickly, and Bai Mujun stood back in the alley again.

It's just that across the alley, the street lights on the street became bright and visible.

Facing the bright wall, Bai Mujun bowed his head reverently, and recited the mantra of the shrine prayer.

Purify the grievances of the dead spirits and send them to death.

In this way, during reincarnation, you will not be dragged down by resentment, and you can have a good birth.

Although it was written in the shrine's classics, Bai Mujun didn't know whether it was true or not.

Anyway, after exorcising, performing a spell in front of the employer will indeed look more professional.

After reading it once, Jun Shiraki closed his palms slightly, then turned around and returned to Yuta Mitsui's coffee shop.

Inform it that extermination has been completed.

Mitsui Yuta behind the counter looked up at his watch, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

It took no more than twenty minutes from Bai Mujun's departure to his return.

Even if you go to the toilet on the corner of the street, it will take about this time.

Priest Shiraki

too fast?

But Mitsui Yuta didn't ask more about the details of extermination.

Just now, his stiff shoulders relaxed for no reason, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

Knowing that this must be related to Bai Mujun's exorcism, so at this moment, his attitude towards Bai Mujun has turned 180 degrees, and he is much more enthusiastic.

"Priest Baimu has worked hard!"

Mitsui Yuta took out the 10,000 yuan banknote that he had prepared earlier from the counter, and handed it to Bai Mujun respectfully.

Bai Mujun was taken aback, a little embarrassed.

According to the agreement, his reward for exorcising this time is 8,000 yen.

"Mr. Mitsui, I didn't bring any change."

"Prince Shiraki misunderstood." Mitsui Yuta smiled all over his face, "The extra is just my little care, please be sure to accept it."

"If Priest Baimu refuses, I will definitely blame myself. This is my only request."

Seeing that Mitsui Yuta was so determined, Bai Mujun didn't refuse any more.

As a priest, you should obey the wishes of the believers.

Similarly, as a priest, one should not take advantage of the believers, this is a taboo for priests.

Bai Mujun thought for a while, took out a pen and paper, wrote a few words, and handed them to Mitsui Yuta with a smile.

"Then I won't refuse, but if Mr. Mitsui encounters this kind of thing again in the future, you can continue to contact our shrine."

"Based on this document, the God Society will give you a 30% discount."

"If the number of encounters is too frequent, this shrine has another service."

Mitsui Yuta's smile faltered.

Holding the coupon, he stood there, glanced at the coupon, and then at Bai Mujun, feeling something was wrong.

Why do you feel like you are cursing me?

"Then I will take my leave." Bai Mujun saluted and bid farewell.

"Priest Baimu, be careful on the road!"

"By the way, if it is convenient for Mr. Mitsui, please go to the shrine to pay homage." Before going out, Bai Mujun did not forget to turn his head and asked.

"Definitely, definitely." Mitsui Yuta swore.

Saying goodbye to Yuta Mitsui, Toshiro Shiraki hurriedly ran to the nearby subway station to catch the last train.

Sitting on the seat, looking at the billboards flashing outside the car, worry appeared on his handsome face.

To be honest, the problems faced by Tianji Shrine are very difficult.

Three months, 100,000 visits.

Calculated in this way, an average of 1,000 people visit the shrine every day.

One thousand people a day, is that much for those shrines in Tokyo?

Really not much.

Although Nehong is a small place, its religious faith is very prosperous. It claims to have a population of 100 million and 300 million believers.

The number of believers is not small at all.

For example, at the hottest Meiji Shrine in Tokyo, only the "Hatsuchi" during the Chinese New Year, that is, the number of people who visit the shrine during the New Year can reach a terrifying level of three million people, which is a very spectacular scene.

In comparison, the average number of visits to Tianji Shrine per month is less than one hundred.

The number of worshipers in a year is not as good as a fraction of the number of worshipers in a day.

And the majority of these more than a hundred people came to worship with gratitude because of Bai Mujun's exorcism. They didn't even know what the gods enshrined in Tianji Shrine were, so they hurriedly begged for a guard and returned.

It's so real.

Although the reality is cruel, Bai Mujun is not pessimistic.

In the first year of traveling, his exorcism income was 70,000 yen.

In the second year, the net income rose to 410,000 yen.

The third year is this year.

As of today, it has exceeded 500,000 yen.

Doesn't this explain anything?

Although the money is far from enough to build torii gates, repair mountain roads, and rebuild temples.

But you can also paint the main hall and paint the torii.

Who would have thought that an ignorant little priest three years ago could become a rookie exorcist who is now well-known in Arakawa, Shibuya, and parts of Shinjuku?

But Bai Mujun did it.

Therefore, a happy life depends on your own hands to develop!

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