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

When Shiraishi returned to the shrine's mansion, the lights were on in the corridors and bedrooms on the ground floor. Apparently they left them on because they were afraid that he would not be seen when he came back.

In fact, he will not be affected by the darkness, but this heartwarming gesture of leaving the light on still makes his heart warm.

There is a thermos cup at the door of the bedroom, and there is a note pressed down on it. The elegant handwriting is clearly written by Jun Komori.

He unscrewed the thermos cup, and the fragrant hot air hit his nostrils. He didn't rush to drink the hangover soup and walked into the bedroom.

The money earned today was neatly folded and placed beside the spread mattress. There was a piece of paper underneath with a series of numbers on it.

Bai Shi had a wry smile on his face. They were so considerate that they even helped count the money out of fear that he would be tired.

But counting money is one of the few pleasures a man has.

He looked at it and saw that the whole amount on the note was 530,000 yen, and the fraction was 7,900 yen.

Adding in his current savings, the whole number is 1.04 million. There is no need to count the fractions. It will be spent in a few days.

The cost of raising them is not low. The monthly cost per person is 30,000 yen. They have meat for every meal, vegetables, and occasionally some snacks.

Thanks to the fact that the shrine is his house and has a pool, he can save on rent and water bills and only has to pay the electricity bill every month.

This summer, electricity bills are a big expense.

He considered that Miyo Kiryuin's body was afraid of heat and prone to sweating, so he might need to install an air conditioner.

Of course, Kannagi and Komori cannot live without them.

Shiraishi can use the Butterfly Transformation Technique to keep the shrine in spring, but he thinks it is unnecessary to change the natural weather for such a trivial matter. Things that can be solved with money should be solved with money.

"Calculating it this way, it is another expense, but it is a big step closer to the goal of 2.783 million yen."

Shiraishi thought that in October, there would be another festival at Nohara Shrine, which would be the God-giving Festival.

I don’t know who made it up, saying that in October, Japan’s eight million gods will gather at Izumo Grand Shrine for a meeting.

As a result, except for Izumo Taisha Shrine, other places named October as Kannazuki.

Nohara Shrine holds a shrine festival in early October every year. The scale is not as large as the early summer festival, but it is also a source of income.

Plus spirit hunting orders and short videos that might go viral.

Shiraishi believes that he will be able to achieve his goal of buying a car by the end of the year. In half a year, he plans to race on the Isle of Man and experience speed and passion.

"Take your time." He stretched and took another sip of the hangover soup. It was so sweet that he took a picture of the money with his mobile phone without putting it away.

As long as he is here, no one can steal the money from this bedroom, no matter where you put it.

Quickly taking off his hunting clothes and black gauze hat, he slipped into the bathroom and put in 30-degree warm water. If it was too hot, he would sweat, but if it was too cold, it would not be useful as a bath.

"Comfortable." He shouted, drank two more mouthfuls of hangover soup, leaned against the bathtub, and used his mobile phone with one hand to send Jing a video of Kagura dance and a photo of banknotes. "Today is a great harvest."

The other party didn't reply, so he didn't care. He jumped to the short video on YouTube. Someone sent a private message to remind him to update, and he answered in the same way. It's quick, it's quick.

In fact, he has no inspiration for what short video to shoot, and the specific date is still tentative.

Don’t rush, it’s only the beginning of June.

He decided to stay for a few more days.

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The next day.

In the early morning, many people are still in bed, and the summer sun has already emerged, shining its rays on the earth.

After Kannagi Rin finished sweeping the shrine grounds, he didn't ask the shrine lord to get up. He stayed up so late last night and drank alcohol, so he still let him sleep a little longer.

They left Shiraishi's breakfast and began to practice separately.

From the time she decided to hold the Early Summer Festival to now, she has been practicing Kagura dance without even touching the hilt of the sword. She may be a little rusty, so she can only get back into shape as soon as possible.

She hurried to the side of the mansion.

The cans were hung on the poles, swaying in the wind. She held the handle of Raikiri's knife in her right hand, her eyes became sharp, and her mind automatically transformed the scene.

Imagine yourself standing in the open wilderness just like the Edo drama, with those cans transformed into sword-wielding samurai, eyeing the surroundings.

"The God of All Things Feng Liu·Mirage Wind."

She read out the names of the moves. It wasn't actual combat anyway, it was just being cool in secret, and it had more of an atmosphere.

Stepping forward, he pulled out the knife and swung it. The sharp spiritual pressure went straight from his right arm to the handle of the knife, and then extended the blade outward. Buzz, the breeze was begging for mercy on the tip of the knife.

Click.

The can was cracked from the middle, and the tip of the knife was still a decimeter away. She was stunned, not expecting it to be so easy.

Immediately, she remembered the Lord God’s words that dancing is also spiritual practice, “So it’s true.”

Kannagi Rin simply practiced Kagura dance with the idea of ​​repaying the Lord God, and never regarded Kagura dance as a practice.

Looking at the incisions as smooth as a mirror, she was filled with joy. She swept the cans again, raised her head, and said coolly: "You are already dead."

"What are you doing?"

A voice floated from the corridor.

Kannagi Rin's face suddenly turned red, and he said in panic: "God, Lord God, why are you awake? No, when did you stand there and look at me?"

"It's you who said that you are already dead, so move forward in time."

Baishi deliberately repeated what she said just now, and also imitated the head-raising movement and proud eyes.

Kannagi Rin blushed to the point of her earlobes, and her toes covered with snow-white footbags were so awkward that she buckled them. She wanted to make two holes in her straw sandals, and explained: "I said that for better training."

"Okay, I understand how you feel. Everyone has had that experience when they were young. When there was no one around, they suddenly punched in front of them, and their fantasies were shattered."

Shiraishi replied with a serious face.

Kannagi Rin blushed even more. She would do that because she was bullied by the nobles in England. She had no friends and played alone all year round, which led to her rich imagination.

Later I discovered that if this kind of imagination is used in cultivation, it is closer to actual combat, but it is not easy to tell others.

"You don't have to be embarrassed. You can learn Mirage Wind. Next is the third move of Wanxiang Shen Feng Liu."

Shiraishi snapped his fingers with his right hand to divert her attention and said: "The name of the third move is Dragon Roar. You should watch it carefully, knife."

An ordinary samurai sword appeared in his palm. He held it with one hand and swung it forward like a sword.

Woohoo~

Kannagi Rin heard a low and melodious voice, which sounded very pleasant, like the roar of a dragon, and the invisible wind rolled up the can.

There was a crackle, the cans were crushed, and the ropes were broken.

"Dragon Roar is a combination of the first move, Tornado, and the second move, Mirage. It is a long-range attack."

In terms of cutting skills, any attack that can reach a distance of one meter away from the own blade is a long-range attack.

Killing an enemy thousands of miles away with a sword belongs to the ranks of Taoism, not the art of cutting.

"This trick is the same as mirage. It pours your spiritual pressure into the wind caused by the tornado. You have to practice it frequently."

Shiraishi warned, and those crushed cans gathered together again like magnets and hung on the pole.

Kannagi Rin abandoned her shyness and nodded: "I understand."

"Come on," Shiraishi turned around and went to the courtyard to guide the training of Miyo Kiryuin.

ps: Thanks to Mr. Fan for the tip

ps: Please read, the second round will only be more intense!