I Raised a God in Tokyo

Sure enough, in addition to this kind of thing, you can't be cheap, and you need to find people from large shrines or famous temples.

Suddenly, Yuta Mitsui was taken aback.

In the monitor screen, Bai Mu Jun has already started watching the video with gusto.

But the content of the video was not what he thought.

A well-dressed old professor appeared in the middle of the video, with a simple and serious face. He clicked the mouse, and a slideshow was projected on the whiteboard behind him.

"Tokyo Metropolitan Gakuin University Shinto Online Course Lecture Notes".

Yuta Mitsui is stupid.

Priest Baimu is taking online classes?

In front of so many resources, Priest Baimu is actually studying?

What kind of concentration is this?

Looking at Jun Shirai's meticulous face on the screen, Yuta Mitsui immediately felt a little ashamed.

He took off the cigarette, got up, and bowed silently to the monitor.

I'm wrong.

White wood priest, serious enough.

In front of the screen, Shiragi Jun, who is learning to enrich himself, has no time to take care of this.

Right now, he is working hard for his bright future.

In Neon, the rank of priests is divided into five levels from high to low.

Clean order, bright order, positive order, straight order, straight order.

And because Tenshu Shrine is only a small shrine, and it does not have the qualifications to train priests, so Shiragi Jun is not even a straight rank now, and can only be regarded as a trainee priest.

You must know that priests are not casual, they have a complete set of systems.

If a person aspires to become a full-time priest, he must go to a local qualified shrine to receive training, and then he can take up the post after obtaining a certificate.

But Bai Mujun still has to go to school, so he can't squeeze so much time.

Therefore, there is only one alternative route.

He was admitted to a corresponding university with a Shinto Ministry and successfully graduated.

You can go to the shrine as an excellent priest in the new era.

By the way, the priests of the state Shinto are treated the same as civil servants.

Therefore, Bai Mujun began to prepare early, and strived to successfully enter the university of his choice.

At this moment, he watched the video and listened to the professor on the screen gushing about the origin of Neon Shintoism.

In addition to taking notes in class, I also have some doubts in my heart.

I've watched it so many times

Why not talk about how to use it?

Chapter 4 A happy life depends on the development of hands

23:[-].

Online class is over.

After learning a lot, Shiragi Jun walked back to the counter and handed the key card and other items back to Mitsui Yuta.

Immediately out of the store, he went to the alley where Mitsui Yuta said the dead spirit was.

Nearly midnight, the streets were deserted.

At this moment, Bai Mujun stood at the end of the alley, looking at it.

On both sides are two ordinary houses built by one household of Japanese-style standards. It is already dark at the moment, and the head of the household has already turned off the lights and slept.

After all, this is not a red light district. Most people are ordinary office workers with their own regular life. They get up, work, eat and sleep every day.

And ghosts and ghosts never enter their schedule.

They may never know that the place separated by a wall will be unfamiliar and chilling at night.

The inside of the alley was dark, and the length of the short tens of meters could not see the head at a glance. The light of the street lamps only shone at the entrance of the alley, and I dared not to shine more inward.

Dark and cold.

It's like stepping into another world.

Bai Mujun walked in without hesitation.

"Da da da"

It was extremely quiet in the deep alley, and only the sound of the soles falling on the concrete road could be heard.

Bai Mujun counted silently.

The alley is only [-] meters long, and it takes only [-] steps to pass at your own pace.

But when Baimu Jun counted to one hundred, it was still pitch black in front of him, with no end in sight.

Bai Mujun did not panic in his heart, he continued to walk down.

As it went deeper, the cyan walls on both sides gradually became charred black, and dry dark red dents appeared on the wall, as if you could hear the sharp scratching sound of nails scratching the wall.

The stench lingered on the tip of his nose, and the concrete road under his feet became softer and softer, as if he was walking hard in a swamp.

When he counted to three hundred, behind him, a dull crash sounded like an old friend who was late, arriving as promised.

"Ahhhh!!!" A shrill cry crossed, piercing the heart.

Bai Mujun turned his head.

Five or six meters away behind him, a thin old man fell into the mud, with dry, wrinkled skin under his dirty shirt.

The old man struggled to raise his head, the dark and dry soil slipped from his face, and except for a pair of broad bean-like eyeballs, he could hardly distinguish his facial features, and it was indescribably strange.

Rather than falling to the ground, it was more like crawling out of the ground.

At this moment, he stretched out a dead branch-like hand to Bai Mujun, his voice trembling.

"Help, help me"

"My legs can't move, can't move!"

Baimu Jun approached quickly.

Looking at the terrifying old man under him, he did not show the slightest fear.

Instead, he leaned over in a questioning tone.

"How to save?"

"Send me to the hospital." The old man's expression was painful and distorted. He stretched out his hands and gestured to put his arms around Bai Mujun's neck.

The slender nails were full of dirt and blood, as if they had been scratched.

Bai Mujun didn't care at all, he stretched out his hands, like the incarnation of a great and loving god and Buddha, and embraced the old man.

"Thank you"

The old man's head was tilted on Baimu Jun's shoulder.

Although he said thank you, the old man's back turned to Bai Mujun's face became more and more hideous, his small eyes lit up with a faint green light, and a dark fire rose.

The flesh at the corner of his mouth was torn apart by a huge force, and blood fell on the crooked carious teeth, aiming at Baimu Jun's neck.

Let out bursts of giggles.

"Time to hit the road!"

Bai Mujun was stunned when he heard this.

so impatient?

Don't go through the process of elimination?

Although a little hasty, he could only nod his head in admiration.

"Since Your Excellency has made up your mind, I will not hold back.

"Hurry up and hit the road."

The Zombie Spirit, who was leaning on Baimu Jun's shoulder and had opened his mouth, was also stunned.

Nani?

Knock to numb-

Before he could react to what happened, its sight suddenly spun at a high speed.

In an instant, the world turned upside down.

Its head is in close contact with the ground.

Shiroki Jun let go and stood up.

This is a very authentic way of throwing over the waist and holding the back.

From Baimu Jun half-squatting and lowering his waist, to exerting force and falling out, the whole process was completed in one go, full of beauty.

Plus released a little mana.

while the effect

Behind Bai Mujun, the head, shoulders, and even the whole body of the dead spirit sank deep into the ground.

At this moment, it has begun to collapse at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In a few breaths, the entire body of the dead spirit turned into ashes and dissipated.

And as the undead vanished—

The mud underfoot turned back to concrete, and the scratches on the walls disappeared.

The strangeness faded away quickly, and Baimu Jun stood back in the alley again.

It's just that across the alley, the street lights on the street become bright and visible.