I Became a God in Tokyo

　　 Twenty-three and forty.

　　The online class is over.

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

　　 immediately walked out of the store and went to the alley where the mourning spirit was in the mouth of Mitsui Yuta.

　　 It was almost midnight, and there was no one on the street.

　　 At this moment, Bai Mujun is standing at the end of the alley, looking at it.

On both sides of the 　　 are two ordinary Japanese-style standard one-family houses. It is already completely dark at the moment. I want to come to the head of the household to turn off the lights and go to sleep.

　　 After all, this is not a red light district. Most people are ordinary office workers and have their own regular lives. They get up, work, eat, sleep every day...

　　The ghosts and spirits never enter their schedules.

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

　　 The alley is dark, and it is only a few tens of meters in length, but it is not visible at a glance. The light of the street lamp only shines at the entrance of the alley, and I dare not shine a bit inward.

　　 dark and cold.

　　 is like a passage into another world.

　　 Shiraki Jun walked in without hesitation.

"Da da da......"

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

　　 Shiraki Jun silently counted.

　　 alleys are only more than 60 meters long, and they can pass only 80 steps at their own pace.

　　 But when Shiraki Jun counted to a hundred, the front was still pitch black and there was no end in sight.

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

　　 As it got deeper and deeper, the original cyan walls on both sides gradually became charred, and there were more dry dark red dents on the wall, as if you could hear the sharp scratching sound of nails across the wall.

　　 The fishy smell entangled the tip of the nose, and the concrete road under my feet became softer, as if struggling in a swamp.

When 　　 counted to three hundred, behind him, a dull crash sounded like an old friend who was late, arriving as scheduled.

　　 "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

　　 Shiraki Jun turned his head.

　　 Five or six meters away, a thin old man fell into the mud, and under his dirty shirt was dry, wrinkled skin.

　　 The old man struggled to raise his head, and the gray and dry soil slipped from his face, removing a pair of broad bean-like eyeballs, he could hardly distinguish the five senses, and was indescribable.

　　 is not so much falling to the ground, it is more like crawling out of the ground.

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

　　 "Help, help me..."

　　 "My legs... move, can't move!"

　　 Shiraki Jun quickly approached.

　　 Looking at the terrifying old man below him, he did not show the slightest fear.

　　 On the contrary, he leaned down and said in a questioning tone.

　　 "How do I save it?"

　　 "Send me to the hospital..." The old man's expression was painful and distorted. He stretched out his hands and made a gesture to hold Shiraki Jun's neck.

　　 The slender nails were covered with mud and blood, as if they had been scratched.

　　 Shiraki Jun didn't care at all. He stretched out his hands and hugged the old man like the incarnation of a great benevolent **** and Buddha.

　　 "Thank you..."

　　 The old man's head tilted on Shiraki Jun's shoulder.

　　 Although he said thank you, the old man's face turned his back to Shiraki Jun's face became more and more ferocious, his small eyes lit up with a faint green light, and a dark fire rose.

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

　　 weird laughs.

　　 "It's time...on the road!"

　　 Shiraki Jun was taken aback when he heard this.

　　 So impatient?

　　 Do not go through the process of elimination?

　　Although he was a bit hasty, he could only nod his head and exclaimed.

　　 "Since your heart is determined, then I won't keep it.

　　 "Hurry up and get on the road."

　　 The mourning spirit, who was leaning on Shiraki Jun's shoulder, had opened his mouth, was also taken aback.

　　Nani?

　　 knock to hemp—

　　 Before he could react to what had happened, its vision suddenly spun at extreme speed.

　　 For an instant, the world turned upside down.

　　 Its head is in close contact with the ground.

　　 Shiraki Jun let go and stood up.

　　 This is a very authentic trick to throw the waist and back.

　　From Shiraki Jun squatting, lowering his waist, to exerting his strength, and falling out, the whole process was done in one go, full of beauty.

　　 In addition, a little mana was released.

　　 And the effect...

　　 Behind Shiraki Jun, the head, shoulders, and even the whole body of Sang Ling sank deeply into the ground.

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

　　 After a few breaths, the whole body of the mourning spirit turned into ashes and dissipated.

　　 And disappeared with the lost spirit—

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

　　 disappeared quickly, and Shiraki Jun stood back in the alley.

　　 Just across the alley, the street lights on the street became bright and visible.

　　 Facing the bright wall, Shiraki Jun bowed his head piously, reciting the mantra of prayer at the shrine.

　　 Purify the grievances of mourning spirits and send them to life.

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

　　 Although it is written like this in the shrine classics, Shiraki does not know whether it is true or not.

　　 Anyway, after finishing the cut, putting on a spell in front of the employer will indeed look more professional.

　　 After reading it again, Shiraki Shun slightly closed his palm, then turned around and returned to Mitsui Yuta's cafe.

　　 informs that the elimination has been completed.

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

　　 From Shiraki Jun's departure to his return, no more than twenty minutes before and after.

　　 Even if I go to the toilet on the corner, it takes about this time.

　　 Shiraki priest...

too fast?

　　 But Yuta Mitsui did not ask more about the details.

　　 Just now, his stiff shoulders became a lot easier for no reason, as if they were relieved of a heavy burden.

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

　　 "The priest Shiraki has worked hard!"

　　 Yuta Mitsui took out the 10,000 yuan bill that he had prepared long ago from the counter and handed it respectfully to Shiraki Jun.

　　 Shiraki Jun was taken aback, somewhat embarrassed.

　　According to the agreement, his remuneration for this exclusion is 8,000 yen.

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

　　 "The priest Shiraki misunderstood." Yuta Mitsui smiled, "The extra thing is just a little bit of my caution, please accept it."

　　 "If the priest Shiraki refuses, I will definitely blame myself. This is my only request."

　　 Seeing that Mitsui Yuta was so determined, Shiraki Jun did not turn down any more.

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

　　Similarly, as a priest, you should not earn the favor of the believers. This is a big taboo for priests.

　　 Shiraki Jun thought for a while, he took out a pen and paper, wrote a few words, smiled and handed it to Yuta Mitsui.

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

　　 "With this note, 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.

　　 He stood there holding the coupon, glanced at the coupon, and then at Bai Mujun, he felt something was wrong.

　　 How do you feel that your kid is cursing me?

　　 "Then I will leave." Shiraki Jun said goodbye.

　　 "Shiramu priest, be careful on the road!"

　　 "By the way, if it is convenient for Mr. Mitsui in the near future, please go to the shrine for a visit." Before going out, Shiraki Jun did not forget to turn around and ordered.

　　 "Definitely, surely." Mitsui Yuta made a vowed guarantee.

　　 Saying goodbye to Mitsui Yuta, Shiraki Jun quickly trot to the nearby subway station.

　　 sat in the seat and looked at the billboard that flashed outside the car, only when Junsu's face appeared worry.

　　 To be honest, the problem facing Tenji Shrine is very difficult.

　　 Three months, 100,000 visitors.

　　According to this calculation, an average of 1,000 people go to worship every day.

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

　　 really not much.

　　 Although the neon place is small, its religious beliefs are very prosperous. It claims to have a population of 100 million and 300 million followers. UU reading www.uukanshu.cóm

　　The number of believers is not a lot at all.

　　For example, the hottest Meiji Shrine in Tokyo, only the "Hatsumi" during the New Year, that is, the number of people who visit the shrine during the New Year, can reach the horror level of 3 million people, which is a very spectacular scene.

　　In contrast, the number of visitors to Tenji Shrine per month is less than 100 on average.

　　The number of worshippers in a year is not as small as the number of people visiting in a day.

Most of these more than a hundred people came to worship with gratitude because of Shiraki Jun’s effective deeds. They didn’t even know what the gods enshrined at Tenji Shrine, so they hurriedly asked for a guard to return. .

　　 is too real.

　　 Although the reality is cruel, Shiraki Jun is not pessimistic.

　　 Through the first year, his ex-exclusive income is 70,000 yen.

　　 In the second year, the ex-exclusive 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 I can paint the main hall and color the torii gate.

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

　　 But Shiraki Jun did it.

　　 So, a happy life depends on your own hands to open up!

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