The field increases by 1 ghost per second. I am the ghost king in Tokyo.

Half an hour ago, Abbot Longshan sent Song Mu Gangliang away.

The old monk looked at the tall back that was gradually going away, and Baimei couldn't help but sigh.

He should have succeeded him as the abbot of the temple.

Unfortunately, Song Mu Gangliang was too upright and could not tolerate any sand in his eyes.

As long as it was a matter, he had to distinguish between black and white.

But... this world is neither black nor white, but just a delicate gray.

This huge Baiyun Temple has hundreds of mouths.

How can it be run with just passion?

Abbot Longshan looked up at the seven golden statues on the high platform, and finally set his eyes on the angry Arhat in the center.

""Namo Amitabha!"

The old monk chanted the Buddha's name with a pitiful look on his face, then turned and walked into the side room.

The woman in a black dress sitting cross-legged on the futon raised her white hands and picked up a cup of fragrant tea, saying without turning her head:

"Host Longshan, have you finished talking with Director Songmu?"

"The talk is over."

The host Longshan returned to his original seat and sat cross-legged opposite the woman in the black dress, with no sadness or joy on his face.

The woman in the black dress raised her eyebrows slightly:

"Let's go back to the topic we were discussing earlier. As long as your temple is willing to send a helping hand, the benefits will be split in half. What do you think, Master Longshan?"

Longshan Yuanming pondered for a long time and sighed:

"Mrs. Nomura, please go back. Baiyun Temple does not intend to get involved.

The woman's face changed:

"Then it's 40-60. We get 40, you get 60!"

The old monk put his hands together, but still shook his head.

The woman in the black dress bit her red lips, the teacup in her hand was slightly wet, and fine cracks had appeared on it:

"This condition is already very generous, are you trying to take advantage of the situation and raise the price?"

Longshan Yuanming sighed:

"I am not a person who does not know the limits, but my disciples have caused trouble, and now the Special Affairs Bureau has been keeping a close eye on Baiyun Temple. If there is any unusual movement, I am afraid they will be questioned immediately. If there is another disturbance, I am afraid that even Longshan Abyss will not be able to be saved. Otherwise, I will definitely help!"

The woman in the black skirt fell silent after hearing this.

I thought that the discovery of that thing was a good sign of good fortune.

As long as you are careful and operate secretly for a period of time, you can get benefits beyond imagination.

At that time, the organization will also rise rapidly.

But since then, there have been many accidents and things have not been going well.

Now it has even reached the point where you have to seek help from other places.

Unexpectedly, this last thought was cut off by a small accident.

The woman in the black skirt clenched her fingers, and her slightly sharp nails pierced into the palm of her hand.

It is better to feel heartache than to feel physical pain.

Time is running out. If the hyenas of the Special Affairs Bureau find out, the consequences will be disastrous.

The woman in the black skirt quickly regained her composure and folded her hands on her abdomen:

"I understand. Please keep today's event confidential and do not disclose it to anyone else."

The old monk bowed slightly in return:

"Mrs. Nomura, please rest assured. I will be careful and cautious as I am bound by the oath.

The woman in the black skirt returned the greeting and stood up to leave.

"Well, Nomura would like to thank Longshan for hosting, and we will see you later."

"Mrs. Nomura, wait a minute.

The old monk suddenly raised his hand and called out to the other party.

The woman in the black skirt had a flash of impatience in her eyes:

"Master Longshan, do you have anything else to teach me?"

Longshan Yuanming said with a smile:

"Although Baiyun Temple cannot send any help, I have other trustworthy people to recommend. If Madam can get their help, I believe that the current troubles will be properly and satisfactorily resolved!"

"Oh? Please tell me clearly."

"Please come closer, Mrs. Nomura."

The woman in the black skirt was skeptical, and bent her slender waist to listen.

The old monk spoke, and only said a few short words.

After hearing this, the woman's face changed immediately, and she suddenly straightened her spine and looked at the kind-faced old monk in front of her with some disbelief.

"Host, are you kidding?"

"Monks do not tell lies"

"But once the Special Affairs Bureau knows that we are involved with them, the consequences will be even more disastrous."

"Alas, Mrs. Nomura is wrong. As the saying goes, when you play a risky game, you need to use special methods to deal with special situations. Although their reputation is not good, their ability is first-class."

The woman in the black dress was silent for a moment, then bowed and saluted:

"I understand, but this matter is too important, please allow me to consider it."

Longshan Yuanming stroked his white beard and said with a smile:

"This is human nature, you can do as you please. But I still want to remind you, Madam, that your organization does not have much time left.

The woman in the black dress looked unhappy:

"Can I take this as a threat?"

"No, what I mean is that you still have room for choice. Life is a long journey, and the road to the secular world is long. No matter what choice you make, as long as you don't regret it in the future, it's fine."

After saying this, the host Longshan turned around, picked up the gavel and started to hit the wooden fish again.

"When Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva practiced the profound Prajna Paramita, he saw that the five aggregates were empty and was able to overcome all suffering.……"

The woman in the black dress had a complicated expression. She stared at the old monk's back for a long time, then turned around and left while chanting.

……

Zihua Komachi villa area, Futaki family residence.

The black car slowly stopped in front of the iron railings of the house.

Soon, Ito Makoto and Futaki Yuko got out of the car carrying their backpacks and luggage, and then waved goodbye to the driver.

It was already night.

The vast night enveloped the earth.

Only the street lights arranged in an orderly manner on the roadside emitted a cold light as bright as the moon.

Standing in front of the house again, the two looked at the familiar courtyard with deep grass and trees in front of them, and couldn't help feeling as if they were in another world.

But in just one day, too many things happened.

Futaki Yuko sighed as she carried a large handbag full of snow-scale fish:

"Let's go, I'm so sleepy that I can't even open my eyes."

Ito Makoto reached out and took the bag:

"OK, then you go take a shower first, I'll go cook."

""Thank you for your help, Makoto."

After entering the house, the two of them started to act separately.

Makoto Ito threw the snow-scaled fish into the refrigerator, stuffed it full, and returned to the upstairs room to change into clean and refreshing clothes.

He went downstairs to the kitchen and just put on an apron when he heard the sound of slippers tapping on the floor.

Looking up, he saw Yuko running down with her nightgown draped over her arms.

She had changed her clothes at this time.

The upper body was a white round-neck short-sleeved top with a cartoon cat pattern, and the lower body was a pair of black hip-wrapped hot pants, revealing two slender and white legs, which looked particularly eye-catching.

Seeing that Makoto Ito was cooking, he immediately waved his hand, and was about to rush into the bathroom, but turned back halfway.

"By the way, Cheng Jun, I’ll give this back to you."

Ito Cheng looked up and saw Xizi holding a brocade bag in her hand.

Inside was the Iron Wall Golden Bell Talisman.

The girl lowered her head and looked at her pink toes, feeling a little embarrassed:

"During the day, the monk blew up the Guhuo Bird Magic Pattern by himself. I used it once."

"There's no need to be so polite between us. I'm glad I can help you. You can continue to use this Fu Xizi!"

"But……"

"Don't worry, I have a better replacement. If you really feel bad, just think of it as me keeping it with you temporarily."

Ito Makoto waved his hand and didn't care.

The Iron Wall Golden Bell Talisman was given by Sister You, and it was just right to give it to Yuko for protection.

This talisman paper is useless to him.

If there is really a fourth-level weird demon, it would be better to directly summon Kayako to kill it.

Futaki Yuko hesitated for a moment and nodded:

"Okay, I'll give it to you later if you need it."

"Well, go take a shower, it's almost time for dinner when you come out."

Ito Makoto smiled, turned around and started to get busy.

The girl looked at the back of the busy figure in the kitchen, her eyebrows curved, her cherry pink lips outlined a smile, and then she turned and walked into the bathroom.