I Raised a God in Tokyo

"And it's still a Divine Artifact?"

Bai Mujun was a little surprised.

"Hagawa-san, do you know Divine Artifacts?"

"Yeah." Yu Chuanlan nodded lightly, and then shook the Zen staff in his hand, "This Zen staff is also a Divine Artifact."

"For this Zen stick, it took several generations of monks in Leiming Temple to accumulate merit, and then passed it on for several generations before handing it to me."

Shiroki Jun looked at the Zen staff in Han Chuan Lan's hands with a little surprise.

The merits accumulated by several generations of monks have been passed down to several generations?

That doesn't mean it's something from a long time ago?

"Yukawa-san, didn't you say that the Divine Artifact was exchanged from the Spirit Removal Union? Then how did you get your Zen staff?" He was slightly puzzled.

"Of course, it was also obtained from the Soul Elimination Union." Yuchuan Lan explained.

"Bai Mu-kun may not know that the history of the Spirit Elimination Alliance is unexpectedly long."

"Even in many historical records, you can see the shadow of the spirit removal union."

Shiroki Jun was thoughtful.

It is only because of the website of Chuling United that I give myself a feeling that the other party has just been established in recent years.

Listening to Yu Chuan Lan's meaning, in fact, the Soul Removal United is an organization with a long history?

"Shiroi-kun, where did you get this divine artifact from?" Yuchuan Lan asked curiously.

Bai Mujun said very honestly: "It is held by a blue-faced monster wearing a monk's robe and looking like a monk."

"I'm guessing that it might have something to do with Buddhism, so I want to ask Yukawa-sang, do you know the specific origin of this monster?"

"A blue-faced monster in a monk's robe?" Yukawa Lan poked his chin, thinking seriously.

"The shape is the divine artifact of the golden bowl, and there should be only a few pieces."

In the end, I couldn't remember it, I could only remember it first.

"When I go back to the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion to check it out, I'll tell Baimu-Jun."

Bai Mujun hummed, then asked again.

"Does Yukawa-san know what to do with this divine artifact?"

Bai Mujun was also a little clueless about this matter.

Seeing the picture of the blue-faced monk man taking out the organs, Bai Mujun probably knew the use of this thing.

storage function.

But it was also because of witnessing that scene that Bai Mujun didn't like this Divine Artifact.

As a green-faced monk who did not know how many years he had committed the murder, it must have been stained with innocent blood.

Yukawa Lan nodded.

"Sacred tools like this that have been contaminated by monsters must be recovered by the removal of spirits, re-enshrined, purified after a long period of time, and then re-delivered to those who are worthy of entrustment."

"If Baimu-kun has no opinion, I will take it away and turn it over to the Spirit Removal Union."

Chapter 50 Future Consecration Plan

Watching Han Chuan Lan put away the golden bowl.

Shirai Juncai discussed with her about cleaning up the ghosts in Meguro.

The final appointment was made tomorrow night, which is Saturday night.

The object of elimination is the ghost marked on the map that Shiroki Jun saw in the underground room.

According to Bai Mujun's statistics, there are a total of 43 places.

In other words, Bai Mujun intends to clean up these ghosts in one night.

The workload is not too big.

Doing it like this for a night, I don't know if Yuchuan Lan can eat it or not.

But fortunately, these ghosts are all distributed in the Meguro District. As long as the route is planned reasonably, it will not take too much time.

After all, Baimu Jun's efficiency in removing spirits is relatively high.

The reason why he was so impatient was because Jun Shirai was worried that what happened in the Meguro district would spread to the ears of other monsters.

If the matter in Meguro district is revealed, the rest of the monsters should come and move these ghosts to stop the loss.

In order to avoid this kind of thing from happening, Bai Mujun felt that the removal of the spirit should be done as soon as possible, so as not to have too many dreams at night.

Otherwise, it will be a huge financial loss to yourself.

Saying goodbye to Hanagawa Arashi, Shiragi Shun immediately returned to the construction site of Kotori Yukazuki.

"Master, what's the matter!"

Squatting at the door, Kotaro, who was looking up at him, saw Bai Mu Jun, he quickly got up and rushed over, and the dusty Shira Mu Jun coughed.

He covered his mouth.

"Cough cough, Your Excellency Kotaro, it's time to leave."

"What does the master mean, it's over?" Kotaro asked blankly.

"Yeah." Baimu Jun stared at its eyes and nodded slowly, "The monster who persecuted Your Excellency Kotaro has already headed to Huangquan."

"The next thing to deal with is what's in your Lord Kotaro's body."

Is it really over?

Hearing this, Kotaro was stunned.

Even when it saw Bai Mujun, it already had a hunch in its heart.

But listening to Bai Mujun say it in person is another feeling.

It has been imprisoned here for nearly ten years since it was discovered by those monsters.

Ten years!

Do you know how this dog god came here in the past ten years?

It practiced assiduously, day and night, enduring humiliation.

I just want to one day bite these monsters that appear every month and destroy their weak minds!

Just take a bite and ask them.

One thousand minus seven equals how much?

But now that the great revenge has been avenged, Kotaro's heart is somewhat empty.

All of a sudden there is no dog life goal.

"Let's go." Bai Mujun waved.

"Understood, Master."

After taking a few steps, Kotaro gradually became smaller and returned to the form of an Akita dog.

It turned to look at the house behind it, and there was some reluctance in its eyes.

Bu Ye, this dog is gone.

Going to work at the shrine.

But don't worry, when this dog makes money, he will buy the house here again.

Thinking of this, Kotaro suddenly thought of a serious question.

Master Shirai, only said to let himself go to work at the shrine.

Doesn't seem to have mentioned the issue of salary?

Master Baimu, don't you plan to let yourself be a freelancer?

Take Kotaro back to Mount Hirao.

The sky is already bright.

Shiragi Jun instructed Kotaro to stay outside the main hall and walk up the steps to the main hall.

Speaking of which, he hadn't had time to tell the gods about Kotaro.

But with the heart of the gods, he would not refuse.

In this hall, the gods did not rest.

Her slender, fair-skinned legs were hanging in the air, leaning on the cushion that was also floating in the air, reading a comic.

Although the number of believers has increased and the willingness has increased, the daily life of the gods is still in the main hall.

Except for the occasional Shinto gadget making, it is a fulfilling life of playing games and reading manga.

Sensing that Bai Mujun entered the main hall, the god turned sideways, with a sincere smile on his face.

"Priest Baimu, you're back."

Bai Mujun told her last night that he was going to get rid of it and would come back later.

For Baimu Jun, who has been quite strong recently, the gods are no longer very worried about what dangers he will encounter outside.

After replenishing the mana, let Bai Mujun go out.

Although I'm not worried, but a god is at home, it's inevitable that I'm a little lonely, and I still hope that Bai Mujun can come back soon.

"Yeah." Bai Mujun nodded.

His tone was slightly serious.

"Lord God, I forgot to discuss something with you."

"Huh? What's the matter?" The god closed the hem of his robe and landed his feet on the ground.

As if he remembered something, he declared in advance.

"Uh, Priest Baimu, if you still have questions about the consecration of your body, don't ask."