An infinite journey that begins at Hogwarts

Black cars blocked the gate of the Jingtianliu Dojo.

In a bustling place like Tokyo's Chiyo Ward, police should have been there to divert traffic.

The director of the Metropolitan Police Department personally received the call and said that traffic on this street would be blocked today because a big shot was going to travel.

When ordinary people see this row of luxury cars worth billions, they have already dispersed far away.

However, as melon-eaters, they were curious about what happened in the Jingtianliu dojo.

Although it is considered a third-rate dojo among the Onmyoji, as an extraordinary force, Jeden-ryu is also a moderate local tyrant in the Chiyo District.

Li Fu got out of the car first and opened the door for Kazuto Iki in the back seat like a fool. He didn't have the backbone of a reincarnation at all.

"My lord, please."

There was no trace of arrogance on Ichikazuto's childish face at this moment. He nodded calmly, as if everything was taken for granted.

When the dojo was blocked, Jingtian Yishin, the head of Jingtian style, was already waiting at the door.

If the other party is coming in such a menacing manner, I'm afraid it's because the person coming is evil.

Seeing the teacher who had never even looked at him in the eyes before, Iki Kazuto smiled kindly and said, "Teacher, you came out to greet me in person. I really deserve it."

"Kazuto, what do you mean?" Jingtian suppressed his anger.

Although the Iki family is his favorite money bag, if Iki Kazuto doesn't give an explanation today, he will let the Iki family know what extraordinary power is.

"Teacher, let's talk in the dojo first. It would be a bit embarrassing to deal with it at the door."

Iki Kazuto still smiled like a spring breeze.

Seeing the melon-eating crowd looking around, Jingtian nodded with all his heart.

In the empty dojo hall, pure wooden pillars support a seven-meter-high space, and the shiny floor has to be scrubbed repeatedly by disciples every day.

In the past, Iki Kazuto was a coolie doing this kind of work.

Jingtian Yixin was sitting at the main table, and behind him hung a picture of Sakyamuni Conquering Demons.

Japanese onmyoji masters are actually also called alchemists. They combine onmyoji and Taoism from the East, Buddhist mantras, local witchcraft and methods of controlling ghosts and gods.

They are called a group of extraordinary people who are proficient in astronomy, geography, physiognomy, divination, exorcism, and sacrifice.

But the so-called mastery is just a way for them to put money in their own faces.

You can see from the above introduction how amateur they are.

Except for a few masters of onmyoji such as Abe Seimei, the status of onmyoji in Neon is not superior, but is equivalent to the low-level people such as the goddess of the east.

Because warriors, monks, and priests who are all extraordinary beings do not need a group of people to share their interests.

The era when Onmyoji really flourished was only the short one hundred years of the Heian period, or it could be said that it was the era of Abe Seimei and Ashiya Michimi that allowed Onmyoji, a third-rate extraordinary profession, to shine.

Even the rulers need to set up onmyogliao to worship the onmyojis.

However, with the death of two amazing masters, and the fierce counterattack by warriors, monks, and priests, Onmyoji rapidly declined, turning from orthodoxy to rural legend.

If the people of Neon Kingdom really have problems such as gods and monsters, their first reaction would be priests, their second reaction would be monks, and their third reaction would be Onmyoji.

Therefore, this is a profession that is glorious in legends, but in reality it is unspeakably hard.

It's like before you choose a major, you see your senior brothers and sisters all holding offers with annual salaries of over yuan, but when you graduate, you find that the market is saturated and even coolies earn more than you.

Otherwise, Sedum Isshin would not have recruited Kazuto Iki, who had no talent, and he would not have looked at his father's six private hospitals.

Which of the truly big temples and shrines is not extremely rich and has thousands of acres of fertile land? Do they still need to go out and recruit disciples?

However, as a dojo inheritor, Jingtian Yixin still has an aura of calmness and self-respect.

"Kazuto, you need to give me an explanation." His eyes were half open and half closed, revealing a murderous intent.

Before He could speak, a row of burly men in black clothes and sunglasses behind him opened the suitcases they were carrying and spread bundles of -yuan banknotes all over the floor.

The light yellow, elegant dojo suddenly became a sea of ​​money, and the rancid smell of dark green money was like a group of barbarians, disturbing the pure aroma of sandalwood.

However, everyone was intoxicated by the scent of ink. Neon's unique banknote ink was said to be extremely expensive to print and had no value in making counterfeit banknotes.

Because there is no need to worry about counterfeit money, Neon people usually store large amounts of cash at home, and depositing it in banks has negative interest rates.

The disciples in the dojo secretly swallowed their saliva, this is how many commission tasks they have to do to get the reward.

Jingtian Yishin suddenly showed a kind smile, "Kazuto, although you care about the development of the dojo, you don't have to be so direct. You know the dojo's account, so you can just put the money into the account directly."

After saying that, he wanted to ask two disciples to collect the money on the ground.

Iki Kazuto nodded, "The money is indeed used for the development of the dojo, and the rest is also a living allowance for the brothers. But before that, I want to ask the teacher to hand over all the dojo to me."

Iki Kazuto sat cross-legged and bowed sincerely.

This is Neon's etiquette culture. Although they want to draw their swords and chop you in the next step, before that, they are so polite that even a real knight would admire them.

The most famous Iai Slash is the sword-drawing technique developed to deal with this situation.

Jingtian Yixin's smile froze, "What do you mean?"

Iki Kazuto raised his head and smiled warmly, "I just want to ask you, teacher, to cleanse yourself and leave the house. After all, with your low talents, it is really difficult for you to lead Jingtianliu."

"Hahaha." Jingtian laughed wildly, "Kazuto, although you are ambitious, do you know what is the most important thing for an Onmyoji?"

Following his cold words, the evil ghost suppressed by the Buddha's palm in the picture of Sakyamuni Conquering Demons behind him walked out of the picture with a grin.

Its body was tangled with muscles, like a python, and it was four meters tall. It wore a string of human skulls around its neck, and purple will-o'-the-wisps lingered on its indigo skin.

The thick floor cracked under the tread of its bare feet.

"Isshin, is it time to enjoy blood food again?"

Jingtian Yishin saw the frowning Iki Kazuto and smiled, "I didn't expect that, this is life."

Iki Kazuto ordered to the servants who were following him, "The floor will be completely replaced later. I don't want to see any defects. My god is here to stay all night today."

The servants in black are all well-trained dead assistants of the chaebol. They are the kind of ruthless people who can sleep among the dead for one night and still eat raw beef with a straight face the next day.

Even as mortals, they will not be afraid of evil spirits at all. Instead, they will pounce on them and bite off a piece of flesh before they die.

"Yes, my lord."

After giving the instructions, Ichiki and Talent smiled and said to Sedum Isshin, "It must be the shikigami supported by the Singtian family."

Jingtian Yixin had already realized that something was wrong, and he said solemnly, "It is the ghost and god that Jingtianliu is proud of, the Great Sumeru Demon. It has the power to pull up mountains. You have no time to leave now."

"Leave" Iki Kazuto took out a golden card from his arms.

The next moment, before anyone could react, the black and white double knives chopped the so-called Sumeru Demon and Jingtian Yixin into pieces of stumps on the ground.

The scarlet human blood and the ink-colored demon blood mixed together, staining the banknotes on the ground red.

Iki Kazuto smiled and said, "My god taught me that if you want to surpass your teacher, the easiest way is to kill him."

"So, teacher, please rest assured that Jingtian Liu will definitely flourish in my hands."

He bowed to the minced meat, then raised his head, with a stern look, like a sharp knife cutting across everyone's face, until no one dared to look at him, and then he said loudly, "I, Ichiki Kazuto, will lead me on my own." Who is in favor of the position of President Jing Tianliu and who is against it?"