I Raised a God in Tokyo

Do people in Tokyo like to climb mountains in autumn?

Although he was a bit puzzled, it obviously couldn't stop Masaki Mizuki.

He deliberately coughed loudly twice.

The person in front of him suddenly turned around dissatisfied.

As soon as he saw his iconic special-level clergyman's clothing, he immediately retreated to the sides and obediently got out of the way.

This is the majesty of Ise Shrine.

Masaki Mizuki walked up the road unimpeded.

The further you walk, the more you feel something is wrong.

These people don't seem to be here to climb mountains.

but in line, waiting patiently for something

And the direction in which they lined up seems to be the same as the direction of Tianji Shrine that Priest Kinoshita told him?

Could it be

They all came to visit that shrine?

While Masaki Mizuki was surprised, she was also a little puzzled.

Because it is not difficult for him to find the look of excitement and anticipation in the eyes of the people around him.

than visiting a shrine

This is more like an idol meeting!

what's the situation?

With all kinds of conjectures, Zheng Mu Ruixi couldn't help speeding up her pace.

Just after passing the torii gate, a lovely maiden stepped forward to greet her, smiling sweetly.

"Hello, this is Masaki Gongji, right?"

"Priest Baimu, I'm already waiting for you in the hall of worship."

Hearing this, Masaki Mizuki's face suddenly turned a little ugly.

I am Omiyaji of Ise Shrine

A priest with this identity called in advance to inform the other party that he was going to visit him.

The other party didn't know to go out to greet him?

Are you really not paying attention to Ise Shrine?

This Priest Baimu is a bit too arrogant and arrogant!

"Miyaji Masakiki, this way please." Hanekawa Yeye bowed and guided politely.

Zheng Mu Ruixi suppressed the anger in her heart, and said with a fake smile: "Okay."

Inside the hall of worship.

As soon as Masaki Mizuki entered, she noticed that someone was already sitting behind the table.

Presumably, it's the Priest Shiraki.

Thinking of this, Masaki Mizuki raised his head coldly and looked over.

I was taken aback for a moment.

An idea can't help but arise in my heart.

If he is really a cowherd, maybe he is really worth the price

At this point, Masaki Mizuki suddenly realized.

In recent years, many people outside of Shintoism have temporarily taken up priesthood as a gimmick to raise their status

This Baimu priest is very likely to be this type of person!

otherwise

With the other party's appearance, why do you want to be a priest in such a small shrine?

Thinking of this, Masaki Mizuki couldn't help frowning.

Such behavior is abhorred by the entire Shinto religion.

Bai Mujun looked at Masaki Mizuki, and politely extended his hand.

"Miyaji Masakiki, please sit down."

After the other party was seated, he continued to ask questions.

"I'm Bai Mujun, the priest of Tianji Shrine. May I ask what you are here for?"

"It's actually nothing." Zheng Mu Ruixi said indifferently.

"Priest Kinoshita didn't wait for Priest Baimu to come back last night, so he entrusted me to deliver the reward promised by the shrine to Priest Baimu."

"Remuneration? What kind of remuneration?" Bai Mujun was taken aback.

He remembered that Kinoshita Harato didn't mention anything about remuneration at the time.

Install, and then install.

A couple of hypocrisies, but in the end he would accept it with a smile.

This fake priest

Masaki Mizuki sneered in her heart.

He suddenly fell silent.

He looked at Bai Mujun with haughty eyes.

Like pretending not to know, right?

Pretend not to know, so I won’t say anything.

See if you can't help it!

Bai Mujun didn't know what happened.

Looking at Masaki Mizuki's eyes that showed obvious hostility, he looked confused.

How do you feel that the other party seems to have a lot of opinions on yourself?

In desperation, he could only order.

"Serve tea."

"Miyaji Masakiki, please use it."

In the corner of the worship hall, a priestess poured freshly boiled water into the teacup carefully, and lit the tea leaves.

Gently walked to Masaki Mizuki, offering her both hands.

Masaki Mizuki just finished staring at Bai Mujun.

With a cold snort, he turned around.

He took the teacup from the miko in front of him.

next second.

Hot tea trickled down the back of his hand.

But Masaki Mizuki didn't know it.

He stared blankly at the face of the witch in front of him, his tongue seemed to be tied.

Said extremely terrified.

"Master, Lord, God of Sacrifice!?"

Tsukiyomi nodded lightly and gave an encouraging smile.

"Xiao Masaki, you are working very hard!"

"Keep going!"

Is it really the chief priest?

Masaki Mizuki twisted her stiff neck.

He stared blankly at Bai Mujun.

"Priest Baimu, this"

Bai Mujun explained with a gentle smile on his face.

"Miyaji Masakiki, that's right."

"Because the shrine below is currently short of manpower, so please ask Tsukiyomi to help out."

Masaki Mizuki listened with a dull expression.

Understaffed?

Insufficient manpower, you asked my family's chief priest to join us?

Priest, are you still human?

Chapter 160 Two Are You Thirsting For Power?

In the hall of worship.

After serving the tea, Yuedu retreated to Bai Mujun's side and waited obediently.

Masaki Mizuki was left alone on the seat, falling into a long silence.

He stared straight at the plain teacup in front of him.

He looked sluggish.

However, this is not his fault.

After all, what happened just now was too appalling.