I Became a God in Tokyo

Master Jingshui's abnormal behavior immediately attracted the attention of the entire meeting room.

The priests or monks who were chattering a second ago quickly dropped the melon seeds in their hands after a brief moment of astonishment, and turned their attention to Master Jingshui.

Unanimously, they thought of the Mt. Takao incident that had been raging these past few days.

Regarding this matter, the opinions of the entire Tokyo industry are surprisingly unanimous.

It is caused by extraordinary power and should be included in extraordinary events.

Because the weird red leaves, terrifying thunderclouds and the sudden appearance of the mountain god cannot be explained by science at all.

These are the people who are most interested in extraordinary events.

Master Jingshui is the abbot of Yaowang Temple, and one of the few people present who has seen the true face of the mountain god.

So this voice directly made the hearts of everyone present jump.

Mountain God, on the scene?

At this moment, Master Jingshui stared nervously at Bai Mujun's face.

I looked up and down and confirmed it several times.

The fat earlobes were trembling slightly.

It never occurred to me that the mountain god of Mount Takao would appear in this meeting.

He cursed in his heart.

These Shinto people are too despicable!

Actually moved out the gods to deal with them?

Is this going to force me to go to the west to invite the Buddha!

Seeing Master Jingshui's shocked expression, Bai Mujun was slightly taken aback.

Immediately he stood up and replied very politely with a humble tone.

"The master may have misidentified the person. I am not a mountain god, but the priest of Tianji Shrine, Bai Mujun."

Hearing this answer, Master Jingshui was startled.

Then he took a closer look.

Only then did I realize that although the young man in front of me looked very similar to the mountain god, he was a little less divine than the mountain god.

Maybe they are the descendants of the mountain gods, or people who have a relationship with the mountain gods.

Thinking of this, Master Jingshui breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his head with palms up, and recited a Buddha's name.

"Amitabha, it's the poor monk who is being rude. Because the donor looks very kind, the poor monk mistakenly thought it was an acquaintance of himself. From this point of view, the poor monk admitted his mistake."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

While apologizing, he calmly pretended to be aggressive.

Tell these Shinto people to be respectful, in fact, I have an extraordinary relationship with that mountain god.

"Master, you are welcome." Bai Mujun smiled gently, and then sat down again.

Hanekawa on the side blinked beautifully every night.

After Bai Mujun sat down, she tugged on his sleeve quietly, and asked a little puzzled: "Priest Baimu, what did you plan, why didn't you tell them?"

"Tell them what?" Bai Mujun was a little surprised.

"About Mt. Takao"

Seeing Bai Mujun's confused expression, Yuchuan Yeye suddenly understood something, and asked in a low voice.

"Priest Baimu, haven't you been online these days?"

"Yes." Bai Mujun nodded.

During these two days, he took the day before to track down the nine-tailed cat demon.

The next day, I was busy dealing with monsters in Tokyo.

Therefore, I don't know anything about the Mount Takao incident that is increasingly fermenting on the Internet.

No wonder.

Only then did Hane Chuan Yeye understand.

It's not that Priest Baimu is too scheming.

But he didn't know at all that he was assigned the identity of a mountain god.

Just as he was about to popularize science, the door of the meeting room suddenly opened.

Several police officers stepped onto the stage and took their seats according to their respective positions.

Including the Yamato Police Department, there are a total of four police departments, one police inspector, and one chief inspector.

After taking their seats, the chief inspector sitting in the middle circled around and spoke first.

On the table is his name tag, Kuroda Musashi.

Although he is in such a high position as the police inspector, his attitude is very respectful in front of everyone at the scene.

There is no way, it is their domain after all.

"First of all, I would like to express my deep gratitude to all of you for taking time out of your busy schedules to come here today."

"I'm sure everyone already knows that last Wednesday, our psychic sixth class in Shibuya District was attacked by monsters."

"During this attack, many problems were exposed."

"Before, we bought many talismans and magic tools from you. During this attack, some police officers also tried to use these to resist. But it didn't have much effect."

"It seems that in the eyes of the other party, those things are far less threatening than guns."

"Do you guys know about this?"

After Kuroda Musashi finished speaking in a deep voice, he raised his head, hoping to see some surprised responses from the eyes of everyone present.

As a result, the audience was full of expressions of "it's not what I expected".

The professionals present knew it well.

The talismans and instruments sold to the police station have very limited damage and can only be used to deal with very weak spirit ghosts.

Even against slightly stronger spirit ghosts, the output is stretched.

As for using it against monsters.

Didn't think about it at all.

Looking at the appearance of everyone in the conference room, Kuroda Musashi was also a little angry.

Every year, the police department approves more than one billion yuan of funds to purchase spirit-eliminating equipment for the police officers of the sixth division of the supernatural, but this is the result?

The other party only came to one, and they just swiped one class!

He asked under pressure.

"I would like to ask, is there any way for you to deal with these monsters?"

For a while, everyone, whether it was Shintoism or Buddhism, was silent.

That's a monster!

It is a creature that exists in legends and even surpasses history!

I suggest you run away!

"Amitabha, of course there is a solution." After a long while, Master Jingshui spoke in a deep voice.

"Master, please tell me." Kuroda Musashi said hastily, grasping at straws.

"Have you ever heard the superintendent's statement about the divine artifact?"

Kuroda Musashi was taken aback.

Although he has reached his position, he has a certain understanding of the matter of removing spirits.

But he had never heard of the so-called Divine Artifact.

Hastily said: "Master, please clarify."

Master Jingshui nodded.

"Ordinary Fantie can't really kill monsters, it can only cause some injuries. As long as you give them time, the wounds will heal."

"Similarly, weapons such as bullets and grenades are also difficult to work, especially for monsters that are good at defense."

"However, as a special tool, the Divine Artifact can do this."

"Except for a small number of people, generals and swordsmen in ancient times also relied on divine weapons to kill monsters."

"So, if you want to resist the invasion of monsters, the best way is to send a Shinto owner to station in the police station for a long time."

"Then can the master send some of these people to work in the police station?" Kuroda Musashi asked.

"Impossible." Master Jingshui refused decisively.

"The number of Divine Artifacts in our hands is too small."

"It is estimated that there are less than a hundred divine artifacts that can be used in the entire Tokyo."

"Moreover, the artifacts used to guard the temple will be left behind, and even fewer will be taken out."

"Then what is the meaning of the master's words?" Kuroda Musashi was taken aback, feeling like he was being tricked.

"Don't worry, chief inspector." Master Jingshui showed an inscrutable smile on his face, "What the poor monk has to say next is the key point."

"Although there are not many divine artifacts that can be taken out and used, every house in Tokyo has several divine artifacts that have been defiled by monsters and need to be repurified."

"It was not returned, but it was enshrined by myself."

"The poor monk is right?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the Shinto sect had to nod their heads.

"These are the key." Master Jingshui said loudly, "It may take more than ten years or even decades to purify a divine artifact, which is really too long."

"But recently, our temple has developed a completely new method that can speed up this process."

After all, Master Jingshui winked.

Huitong beside him understood, and immediately took a package and unfolded it in front of everyone.

That is a wooden fish.

Half of it has the roundness of nanmu, but the other half is eroded by black silk threads.

"In addition to offering sacrifices, we specially sent monks to recite Buddhist scriptures around him for 24 hours. It turned out that there was a special energy that entered the divine artifact."

"The speed of purification has increased several times."

"It only takes a few years for a divine artifact like this to be purified successfully."

These words, like a bomb detonated, silenced the meeting room. .

Master Jingshui raised his eyelids, and glanced triumphantly at the silent clergy.

How, did this move directly crush you to death?

Sure enough, the clergy present all dodged when they met his gaze.

Until he saw a pair of bright eyes, watching thoughtfully.

Master Jingshui was taken aback.

It was discovered that the owner of these eyes was the little priest whom he had mistaken just now

Hehe, are you scared?

Seeing this, Master Jingshui decided to pursue the victory.

He cleared his throat and smiled kindly.

"Amitabha, does Priest Shiraki have any advice?"

Hearing this, Bai Mujun got up and walked to Master Jingshui.

He nodded seriously.

"I think Master Jingshui is right."

Master Jingshui felt happy.

Well, well said lad!

I didn't expect that in Shintoism, there would be such a person who has a relationship with my Buddha.

Do you want to consider changing careers to become a monk?

The temple guarantees food and lodging, and also gives away monk robes!

Just as he was thinking about how to persuade Bai Mujun, he heard Bai Mujun continue to speak.

"But it's not complete."

"Master Jingshui may not be clear, but in fact, the purification of divine artifacts is not a linear relationship."

"For example, if fifty points of mana are poured into it a day, it may take three years to purify this artifact."

"But if you input 100 points of mana a day, it only takes one year."

"And, if you type more at once."

Bai Mujun didn't say any more.

Instead, he stretched out his hand and gently pressed it on the wooden fish.

In an instant, a gentle silver light lit up in the meeting room.

The sudden silver light fell in everyone's eyes, like a new moon, hanging from the sky.

What kind of trick is this?

Whether it was priests or monks at the scene, their expressions changed one after another.

They felt that an indescribable force was passing by them.

This power is calm and gentle, making them feel peaceful and longing for beauty.

The silver light calmed down.

Bai Mujun withdrew his hand.

In full view.

The chaotic pattern of erosion has disappeared.

The wooden fish has recovered its soft and bright body.

Even more rounded and fuller than before.

Show it to everyone.

"A Buddha of Amitabha"

Master Jingshui stared blankly at Muyu who suddenly became energetic.

He raised his head and looked at Bai Mujun's serious face.

The corners of the mouth quivered.

you you you you

You also said that you are not a mountain god!