I Became a God in Tokyo

　　 Master Jingshui’s abnormal behavior immediately attracted the attention of the entire conference room.

　　 The priest or monk who was still chattering for a second, after a short astonishment, quickly dropped the melon seeds in his hand and cast his sight on Master Jingshui.

　　 They coincided with each other, thinking of the turbulent Takaosan incident in the past few days.

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

　　 is caused by an extraordinary force and must be included in an extraordinary event.

　　 Because the weird red leaves, the terrifying thunderclouds, and the sudden appearance of the mountain gods, they can't be explained by science at all.

　　The people who are most interested in extraordinary events are these people.

　　 And Master Jingshui is the host of Yaowang Temple, and among the people present, the few who have seen the true face of the mountain god.

　　 So this voice directly caused the hearts of everyone present.

　　Mountain God, on the scene?

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

　　 looked up and down, and checked it several times.

　　The fat earlobes are trembling slightly.

　　 I never thought that Mount Takao would show up in this meeting...

　　 He cursed in his heart.

　　 These people of Shintoism are too despicable!

　　 actually moved out the gods to deal with them?

　　 Is this to force myself to go to the west to invite Buddha!

　　 Seeing Master Jingshui’s shocked expression, Shiraki Jun was taken aback.

　　 then stood up and replied very politely in a humble tone.

　　 "The master may have recognized the wrong person. It is not a mountain god, but the priest of Tenji Shrine, Shiraki Shun."

　　 Hearing this answer, Master Jingshui was startled.

　　 then looked at it again.

　　 Then I discovered that the young man in front of him, although he looked very similar to the mountain god, was a bit less divine than the mountain god...

　　 may be descendants of the mountain god.

　　 Thinking of this, Master Jingshui breathed a sigh of relief.

　　 "Amitabha, the poor monk is abrupt. Because the donor looks very kind, so that the poor monk mistakenly thinks it is an acquaintance of his own. It seems that the poor monk has admitted wrong."

　　 "Disrespectful, disrespectful."

　　 apologized, but calmly pretended to be forced.

　　 Tell these people of Shintoism to show respect. Actually, they have an extraordinary relationship with that mountain god...

　　 "Master is polite." Shiraki Jun smiled gently, and then took his seat again.

　　 Yuchuan's beautiful eyes blinked every night.

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

　　 "Tell them what?" Shiraki Jun was slightly surprised.

　　 "Mt. Takao..."

　　 Looking at Shiraki Jun's confused expression, Yuchuan Yeye suddenly understood something and asked in a low voice.

　　 "Mystery Shiraki, haven't you been online these days?"

　　 "Yes." Shiraki Jun nodded.

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

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

　　 Therefore, I don’t know anything about the growing Mount Takao incident on the Internet.

　　 no wonder.

　　 Yuchuan Yeye only then understood.

　　 It's not that Shiraki priest is too scheming.

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

　　I was thinking about popularizing science, but the door of the meeting room suddenly opened.

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

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

After 　　 was seated, the inspector in the middle made a round and spoke first.

　　 On the table is his name tag, Takezo Kuroda.

　　 Although he was in a high position like the Chief of Police, his attitude was very respectful in front of everyone at the scene.

　　 There is no way, after all, it is the domain of others.

　　 "First of all, you can take time out of your busy schedule to come today, I would like to thank you very much."

　　 "Presumably everyone already knows that last Wednesday, we were attacked by monsters in the Sixth Class in Shibuya."

　　 "In this attack, many problems were exposed."

　　 "Before, we have bought many talismans and magical instruments from you. In this attack, there were also police officers who tried to resist these. But it did not have much effect..."

　　 "In the eyes of the other party, those things are far less threatening than firearms."

　　 "Do you know about this?"

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

　　 As a result, all the scenes were full of expressions "Sure enough, what I expected".

　　The people present know it clearly.

　　 The talisman and magical tools sold to the police station have very limited damage and can only be used to deal with very weak spirits.

　　 Even if it is against a slightly stronger spirit ghost, the output is stretched.

　　As for using it to deal with monsters...

　　 I didn't think about it at all.

　　 Looking at the people in the meeting room, Kuroda Musashi was also a little angry.

　　 Every year, the police station approves more than one billion yuan of funds for the purchase of anti-spirit equipment for police officers in the Sixth Class of Supernatural. But this is the result?

　　 The other party only came, so he gave a single lesson!

　　 he asked, pressing his anger.

　　 "So I want to ask, is there any way to deal with these monsters?"

　　 For a while, everyone from Shintoism or Buddhism was silent.

　　 That's a monster!

　　 is a creature that exists in legends and even transcends history!

　　 I suggest you run away!

　　 "Amitabha, the way...Of course there is." For a long while, Master Jingshui spoke in a deep voice.

　　 "Master, please speak." Kuroda Musashi hurriedly said, grasping like a straw.

　　 "Have the chief inspector ever heard the saying about the gods?"

　　 Kuroda Musashi was taken aback.

　　 Even though he has reached his position, he has a certain understanding of spirit removal matters.

　　 But he has never heard of the so-called magical tools.

　　 quickly said: "Master, please help me out."

　　Master Jingshui nodded.

　　 "Ordinary Fantie can't really kill monsters, but can only cause some injuries. As long as they are given time, the wounds can heal."

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

　　 "However, as a special instrument, Shinto artifacts can do this."

　　 "The generals and swordsmen in ancient times, except for a small number of people, were also used 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."

　　 "Can the master send some of these people to the police station?" Kuroda Musashi asked.

　　 "Impossible." Master Jingshui decisively refused.

　　 "The number of divine tools in our hands is too small."

　　 "It is estimated that there are fewer than 100 shinto artifacts that can be used in Tokyo."

　　 "Moreover, there are still shrines to guard the temple, and even fewer are taken out."

　　 "Where does the master say this?" Kuroda Musashi was taken aback, and suddenly he felt like he was being tricked.

　　 "The police chief is not anxious." Master Jingshui showed a profound smile on his face, "What the poor monk wants to say next is the point."

　　 "Although there are not many artifacts that can be used, there are a few in each house in Tokyo, which are contaminated by monsters and need to be purified again."

　　 "I didn't return it, but offered it myself."

　　 "The poor monk is right?"

　　As soon as these words came out, the Shinto people also had to nod their heads.

　　 "These are the key points." Master Jingshui uttered loudly, "It may take more than ten years or even decades to purify a magical artifact. This is too long."

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

　　 After that, Master Jingshui gave a wink.

　　 Hui Tong, who was next to him, understood it, and immediately took a package and unfolded it in front of everyone.

　　 One half has the roundness of nanmu, while the other half is corroded by jet black silk threads.

　　 "In addition to the offerings, we specially sent a monk to recite Buddhist scriptures around him for 24 hours. It turned out that a special kind of energy had entered the magical instrument."

　　 "The speed of purification has increased several times."

　　 "Shinto tools like this can be successfully purified in just a few years."

　　 This sentence, like a bomb detonated, blasted the conference room silently. .

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

　　Well, did this hand directly crush you to death?

　　Sure enough, all the clergy present here dodged their gazes when they met him.

　　 Until I saw a pair of bright eyes, I was looking thoughtfully.

　　Master Jingshui was taken aback.

　　 found that the owner of these eyes was the little priest who had just admitted wrong...

　　 Ha ha, are you scared?

　　 Seeing this, Master Jingshui decided to chase after victory.

　　 He cleared his throat and smiled kindly.

　　 "Amitabha, is there any advice for priest Shiraki?"

　　 Shiraki Jun heard this and got up and walked to Master Jingshui.

　　 nodded solemnly.

　　 "I think that Master Jingshui is right."

　　Master Jingshui felt happy.

　　Okay, the boy said so well!

　　 I didn't expect that in Shintoism, there would be such a person who is related to my Buddha.

　　 Do you want to consider changing careers and becoming a monk?

　　 The temple keeps food and accommodation, and also gives away monk robes!

　　 Just as he was considering how to persuade Bai Mujun to surrender, he listened to Bai Mujun to continue speaking downward.

　　 "But it's not complete."

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

　　 "For example, if you pour 50 mana a day to purify this magical artifact, it may take three years."

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

　　 "And, if you enter more at once..."

　　 Shiraki Jun did not go on. UU reading www.uukａnshu.com

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

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

　　 In the eyes of everyone, it is like a crescent moon, hanging from the horizon.

　　 What trick is this?

　　 Whether it is a priest or a monk, the scene has changed.

　　 They felt that an indescribable force was passing by them.

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

　　 The silver light calmed down.

　　 Shiraki Jun took his hand back.

　　 Under all eyes.

　　 Muyu has recovered that soft, bright body.

　　 is even more round and fuller than before.

　　 showed it to everyone.

　　 "Amitabha..."

　　 Master Jingshui stared blankly at Muyu who suddenly became energetic.

　　 looked up at Shiraki Jun’s serious face.

　　 The corners of his mouth trembled.

you you you you......

　　 You said you are not a mountain god!

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