I, the Lord of God, recruit witches to make money

The night is getting darker.

Pilgrims come and go in groups to watch the Kagura dance. The four-hour Kagura dance requires people to watch the entire process, which is a great test of the dancer's skills.

Fortunately for Jun Komori, her style is a steady flow from the beginning to the end without making any big mistakes.

Miyo Kiryuin and Rin Kannagi couldn't stand still. Their overly strong styles were very draining on their minds.

It's okay for a short time, but it's not easy to persist for a long time.

Three hours later, they were exhausted and unable to express anything through dance, so they could only grit their teeth and continue dancing.

At this time, every minute and every second is suffering.

Until the speakers under the stage stopped making any sound and the dance came to an end.

Oniryuin Miya breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that sweat would flow out if she twisted the miko's uniform with her hands.

Hot and tired, she swallowed, took back the Kagura bell, did not forget to bow in the direction of the worship hall, and walked backwards.

Chirp.

A bunch of fireworks rose from behind and exploded in the air, forming colorful fireworks.

"Is this sound like fireworks?"

Komori Aoi raised her head.

Shiraishi rubbed her head and said with a smile, "Well, the Early Summer Festival is over."

Fireworks are fleeting, and so are grand festivals.

After today, the people of Nohara City have to go back to their daily routine, waiting for an accident that will strike them from unknown time.

Shiraishi looked at the departing crowd and gradually returned to the deserted shrine. He felt filled with emotion. He paused and saved the dancing video.

"elder sister."

As soon as Jun Komori stepped onto the stage, she bypassed the pilgrims and ran towards here. Her crimson phoenix eyes showed a hint of expectation and said: "Lord God, what do you think of our performance tonight?"

"You dance very well."

Shiraishi gave her a thumbs up to praise her, and said to the back: "Kannagi, Kiryuin, you almost didn't make it to the end."

"I'm sorry." Miyu Kiryuin wiped the sweat from her face with her hand, her wheat-colored face full of helplessness, "My cultivation is not enough."

"Yeah, it gets harder to hold on as you get to the back."

Kannagi Rin echoed, with a tired look on his face.

Baishi said seriously: "It's not that you don't know how to restrain yourself.

Remember, when fighting, don't just think about solving it with one blow, but have the patience to fight a protracted battle. "

"Hi," they replied in unison.

"Baby Shiraishi, it's time to go to the celebration party."

Kawamura was there waving.

"Here we come." Shiraishi replied, not caring about teaching them a lesson, "I'm going to attend the celebration banquet, and you guys will stay at the shrine to rest."

The beauty of the Ghost Dragon Academy pouted and said, "Lord God, you promised me that you won't drink too much."

"Don't worry, I'm drinking beer this time."

Shiraishi was a little embarrassed and explained to her: "I have never been drunk at the celebration banquet in previous years."

"Oh~" Miyo Kiryuin deliberately prolonged her voice to express her doubts about the Lord God's drinking capacity.

Shiraishi raised his hand to knock her on the head. When she saw something was wrong, she turned around and ran back, "It's too hot. I'll go back to take a shower and change clothes."

Shiraishi put down his hand, the girl was getting smaller and smaller, and said: "Kannagi, Komori, please send the money you earned today to my room."

"Hi." The two nodded in reply.

"Go to bed early, you don't have to wait for me to come back."

After Shiraishi said that, he turned and walked towards the steps, joined the staff of the Nohara Town Association, and headed to Yamaguchi's house.

The annual celebration banquet is held in the courtyard of the president's house, with plenty of beer and free skewers.

If he didn't participate in this good opportunity to eat and drink for free, he would be sorry for the surname Bai.

…

The noisy celebration banquet lasted until 11:30, leaving garbage everywhere.

Everyone returned home happily.

Shiraishi sent Kawamura home. The old man drank a little too much and his face was red. He paused for a while and shouted again, "We are already at the door of the house. Get out of my way. A little wine is nothing."

I think back then, the six of us drank eleven boxes and nothing happened. "

"Stop bragging. If I don't support you, you will fall to the ground in a minute."

Shiraishi replied angrily.

"I'm not bragging."

Kawamura emphasized loudly and said drunkenly: "Boy, do you know the meaning of the Early Summer Festival?"

Shiraishi answered as he opened the door: "I heard from Jing that this is to commemorate the arrival of summer and for people to express their gratitude to the gods."

"Haha, the Early Summer Festival is meaningless."

Kawamura laughed cheerfully and revealed with the intention of succeeding in a prank: "The so-called Early Summer Festival is a festival that a group of bored teenagers came up with seventy years ago.

Oh, by the way, the first person to propose it was Dashu. He had liked to do some pranks since he was a child, and everyone thought he was joking.

Unexpectedly, he did it, and Nohara Shrine held its first early summer festival the following year.

Looking at the sacred expressions on the faces of residents and foreign tourists, we always gather together and snicker. "

At this point, Kawamura's eyes were wet and he took a deep breath, as if he was back in the summer of that year, when the noisy frogs were annoying.

They went out without telling the adults, with no purpose. They simply ran around Nohara City at night, but they laughed happily.

Although I was beaten badly by adults when I went back.

I really missed my mother's clothes hanger. Kawamura sighed in his heart. It was impossible to hope for being beaten again. "Shiraishi, can you continue this prank?"

"How could I stop a profitable business?"

"Yeah, that's great."

Kawamura lay on the bed and closed his eyes.

"Old man, you..." Bai Shi's expression was a bit solemn, and he stretched out his hand to test the other person's breath.

"Ha ha!"

Kawamura sat up suddenly, his eyes widened and said, "Are you scared? Kid, I still have a long life."

"No."

Shiraishi replied stiffly.

The wrinkled skin on Kawamura's face just now stood up suddenly and swayed in the wind. Coupled with the round eyes, it was scary in every sense of the word.

He almost wanted to physically erase the other person.

"Liar, you were obviously frightened and took a step back."

"That's because you were drunk and dazzled."

Shiraishi retorted, "Don't make fun of your own life when you're old. If you really die one day, I'll see if you don't regret it."

"Haha, it doesn't matter, just be happy."

Kawamura laughed, without the old man's fear of death at all, "Don't let me come to your door to urge you on next year's early summer festival."

"Why don't you just buy a smartphone?"

"I don't need it."

Kawamura took out his senior phone and said proudly: "Unlike your fragile products, my baby is very hard and can smash walnuts without any problem."

“Cellphones are not for cracking walnuts.”

Shiraishi complained, but did not continue to persuade the stubborn old man. He turned around and left Kawamura's house. As soon as he went out, he used the Dragon Step to return to the shrine.

He wants to count how much money he made today.