I Raised a God in Tokyo

Run early, okay?

Although he doesn't understand the idea of ​​the person who created this kagura, Shiraiki Jun feels that there must be a reason.

The extra steps should contain some kind of special meaning.

It's impossible, it's because I like to watch witches dance.

That's too vulgar.

If there could be a new kind of Kagura—

Wouldn't it be better to greatly simplify the process of scavenging without affecting the original effect of scavenging?

Shiroki pondered.

He went through it quickly again, using his brain, to imprint all the poses demonstrated in Kagura in his mind.

then put them

Merge, transform, upgrade.

Combine similar and opposite poses that mobilize the same mana.

What you get in the end is a really effective step of elimination.

Easier said than done.

In the more than 2000 pages of text, there are nearly [-] postures related to exorcism.

When dealing with such a huge amount of information, ordinary people will feel dizzy within three seconds.

But Baimu Jun has the self-healing power brought by mana.

This self-healing power is naturally also reflected in the level of spiritual power.

Even with such a brain, it is still easy to handle.

Not even walnuts.

Just like playing Xiaoxiao Le, the row-by-row scavenging poses were quickly removed, and the new poses floated to the right for storage.

Really entertaining.

Even after merging, they can also be distracted and listen to the class, giving the teacher on the stage an encouraging smile.

For the rest of the school day today, Shiragi Jun was obsessed with it.

Even the number of toilet visits has been significantly reduced.

Even with such diligence, by the end of school, the improvement was not complete.

The postures left in my mind are already less than a thousand, and they have improved by nearly two-thirds.

The number is greatly reduced, but the effect is better.

But Bai Mujun was not satisfied.

Still too much.

If you perform it completely, it is almost equivalent to running a 1000-meter long-distance race, and it will take more than half an hour.

Tired of thinking.

Of course, this is just the beginning, the improvement is not over.

Bai Mujun's primary goal is to merge the steps of this elimination into less than [-] steps.

The ultimate goal is to take only one step.

One step, clean and neat.

Although it has not been fully completed, Baimu Jun has already given a name to this kind of pace.

Ghostly step.

Get rid of ghosts, and salute the step of Ming Dynasty.

Bai Mu Jun couldn't help but imagined the scene completed by the ghost step.

Under the night, he walked by leisurely.

Next to him, there were thick and warm beams of light falling, and a kind smile appeared on the faces of the shrouded ghosts, who agreed to ascend to the sky.

Hmm, the force seems to be a little higher.

Chapter 18 Focus on removing spirits first

the next day.

Taito District, Leiming Temple.

There are layers of walls standing in the temple, and it can be seen that the incense was flourishing in the past.

In front of one of the quaint temples, Han Chuan Lan was wearing a ring dress, sitting cross-legged under the waterwheel in the courtyard.

She closed her eyes and let the waterwheel bring buckets of cold water from the stream and dump it on top of her head.

This is doing a water walk.

It is a way of practice to eliminate distracting thoughts and disperse afflictions.

This practice has been going on for a while.

But there was still a figure that appeared involuntarily in front of her eyes, even the cold stream was difficult to drive away.

That's white wood

Evil thoughts go away!

Lan Yuchuan shook his head sharply, and the crystal water droplets splashed around, trying to drive out distracting thoughts.

At this moment, the old abbot who was beating the wooden fish in front of the Buddha and chanting the sutras opened his eyes.

He glanced at Yuchuan Lan, sighed, and opened his mouth slowly.

The voice is old, but it reveals the strength accumulated over the years.

"Xinmei, you are wrong."

Xinmei is the legal name of Han Chuan Lan.

Hearing the abbot's words, Han Chuan Lan's body trembled slightly.

There was a puzzled look on her face.

"Abbot, where am I wrong?"

The old abbot said lightly.

"You are in a demon."

These words were like the morning bell tolling in a temple, trembling in Hanakawa Lan's ears, causing her head to hum.

The abbot deserves to be an abbot.

A man of great wisdom.

In front of people of this realm, there is nowhere to hide from his own thoughts.

Yuchuan Lan couldn't help but look ashamed and was about to confess.

The old abbot continued to admonish.

"Some things, since the Buddha has arranged for you to have them, you must know how to treat them kindly, understand?"

Know how to be kind?

Han Chuan Lan read softly.

The next moment, suddenly enlightened.

She got it.

The meaning of the abbot is that you must know how to accept it yourself, everything is just a precondition for the Buddha.

In this case, the encounter with Bai Mujun was also arranged by the Buddha!

Just accept it yourself!

The corners of Yuchuan Lan's mouth rose, and a smile finally appeared on her face.

"Disciple understands."

The old abbot also nodded with satisfaction when he saw Yuchuan Lan's comprehension, and continued to meditate with his head down.

Although I don't know what she understands, it's good to understand.

What are you doing with water, what can you drink in the water temple when it is dirty.

After the water trip was over, Han Chuan Lan went back to her room and changed into a set of outfits for going out.

She took the Zen staff from the wooden stand and reported with the old abbot.

"Abbot, I'm going to save ghosts tonight, and I'll be back later."

"Well, pay attention to safety." The old abbot tapped the wooden fish calmly.

"Go to bed early and don't go out at night."

The sandalwood stick in the old abbot's hand froze.

Immediately, he urged without changing his face.

"Understood, you should go quickly."

"Then I'm going out." Yu Chuanlan was a little excited, she took out her mobile phone and muttered, "Contact Baimu-kun first."

"Yeah." The old abbot smiled slightly and watched Yu Chuan Lan leave.

After a while, he felt something was wrong.

Shirai-kun?

Which temple do you belong to?

Itabashi District is located in the northwestern part of Tokyo.

It is an area with a low sense of presence.