I Raised a God in Tokyo

Before the end of the mountain steps, a huge wooden torii gate appeared.

The surface of the dry wooden pillar has a lot of paint peeling off, exposing the dark yellow wood.

Next to the torii stands a half-human-high stone tablet. The handwriting on it is somewhat blurred, but the words "Tianji" carved on it are vaguely recognizable.

One step in the realm of the gods, one step in the world.

After the torii is the world of the gods.

It was getting darker, and Jun Shiroki walked through the torii and onto another gravel-paved path.

This road, called Sando, is the road leading to the shrine and halls. The mahogany lanterns on both sides stand on the stone pillars, silently guarding the realm of the gods.

The deeper you go, the quieter you are.

The white beaded ropes hanging around are like opening a holy enchantment, protecting the land.

At the end of the road, a red and black wooden temple stood quietly there. It was not big, but it was very solemn.

The worship hall is a place for tourists and believers to visit.

The wall of this worship hall has some cracks, and the wooden pillars supporting the hall are also somewhat discolored.

In front of the hall, two ever-bright lights shone on the old wood-colored receiving box, and the long ropes seemed a little lonely.

Bai Mu Jun stroked the rope of the gods, passed through the worship hall, and continued to walk backwards.

After worshipping the temple, within [-] meters, there is another temple with a slightly smaller shape.

This is the main hall, the heart of a shrine.

Worship is the body of the gods.

There is a small wooden house next to the main hall, where Jun Shirogi rests on weekdays.

Bai Mujun first went back to the house to put down his schoolbag, and then climbed the stairs in front of the palace, but before he could knock on the door, a clear voice rang through the door.

"Welcome back!"

Bai Mujun nodded, took off his shoes, and walked in with the coldness of the night.

"I'm back, Lord God."

In the warm main hall, a pair of eyes as ethereal as the sea of ​​stars looked at Baimu Jun.

It was a young girl wearing a light red nightgown, and her appearance was only twelve or thirteen years old.

Snow-white skin, delicate facial features, and soft blue silk hanging down to the waist are very cute.

If ordinary people see this scene, I am afraid they will be shocked.

Of course, not because she's cute.

It was because the girl was lying on the quilt in a posture, not relying on any foreign objects at all, floating in the air.

Humans obviously can't do it.

Yes, this girl is the god Bai Mujun worships, like a fake.

Although ordinary people will be surprised

But Bai Mujun didn't think it was a big surprise.

Compared with the self who has passed through, it is normal to have gods in the shrine, right?

At this moment, the girl is manipulating the handle.

In the place where the deity is enshrined in the temple, there is a ps4.

She asked confidently.

"How, what does the other party say? Hmph, they always want to give me some face, right?"

Shiroki Jun smiled.

"As expected of the gods, you can easily do things that other gods can't do."

The girl raised her head proudly, and a dungeon looks so powerful.

Baimu Jun said casually.

"The other party said that if the number of worshippers this year is less than [-], our shrine will be abolished."

Chapter 2 Are There Gods In The World?

Is there a god in the world?

This is a problem that has plagued countless people throughout their lives.

Even the most devout believers will be troubled by this problem at a particular point in time.

Bai Mujun did the same.

In his previous life, he was an ordinary programmer in the Chinese Dynasty.

From five to nine, staying up late and working overtime, the pressure was too great, which made him suffer from a terminal illness called alopecia.

I searched for a doctor all day and asked for medicine, but I couldn't find a solution, and I was unhappy.

In despair, he can only pin his last hope on the ethereal god.

Although it's useless, the hair should fall out or fall out.

But when the last hair fell, a miracle happened.

He didn't get stronger.

He crossed.

Travel to the neon country of the parallel world.

Parallel is very powerful, never intersect.

In this world, his name is Shiragi Jun, a priest of Tenshu Shrine.

When it comes to shrines, people can't help but think of many characters in their minds.

Divine Lord with profound mana, an endless stream of believers

The pure and lovely witch, the gentle and lovely witch, the witch of the flower of the high mountain

All of the above, Bai Mujun has not seen before.

Currently, he is the only one of the serving clergy in the entire shrine.

Not even the local people know that there is a shrine in Hirao Mountain.

At that time, Bai Mujun was not surprised when he learned about this setting, and he was even a little overjoyed.

Isn't this a standard Shuangwen start!

According to the script, the next thing should be his brutal competition with the rest of the shrines of Taisha shrines, after going through hardships, and finally carrying forward the story of the shrine.

This idea was maintained until he came to the main hall and saw the gods he worshipped.

At first glance, he realized that things were not that simple.

Are there gods who have forgotten their own identity?

Also, he looked like he didn't want to work hard.

Is this reasonable?

as predicted.

As a shrine priest, Shiragi Jun not only does not have to preside over any grand sacrificial activities, but what he does most is to help the gods record late-night animations.

Bai Mujun was a little worried.

It is not difficult to imagine what the fate of the gods will be if this continues.

There are no gods, no believers, and no prestige.

It was pointed and pointed by the great gods of Gao Tianyuan, and it was circulated in the world as the negative teaching material of the gods.

At this point, he came to his senses.

It turned out that the promotion of the shrine was only a secondary line.

Saving the gods is the main line!

The so-called people who are close to Zhu are red, and those who are close to ink are black.

Bai Mujun decided to take the right path of diligence and hard work, move the gods, let her understand the value of hard work, and bring it back on the right track.

From that day on, Bai Mujun began to restrain his behavior with a strong will, sharpen his body and mind, study hard, and every move was full of positive energy.

With the body of a mortal, influence the gods!

The so-called hard work, a profit.

In the first year of time travel, Bai Mujun was admitted to Hidenoin High School, which is ranked No. 1 in Japan, with a score of No. [-] deviation.

It's a windfall.

In the face of Bai Mu Jun's efforts, the gods were also very surprised.

"Priest Baimu, you"

"Stupid?"

With little success.

Why didn't it work?

Until now, Bai Mu Jun is still thinking.

Now, there is a vague answer in my mind.

It was because his intentions had not yet reached the point of touching the gods.

He has only been in this world for three years.

It's just the time to give birth to a Nezha.

If you want to influence the gods, at least you need to be prepared to learn scriptures from the West.

Until recently, the god of his own made another big news.