I Raised a God in Tokyo

Back to the shrine.

After greeting the gods and checking the physical condition of Kunou Reina.

Bai Mujun took out his mobile phone and glanced at the message on le.

Yesterday, Shiragi Jun took a video of the black table he got from the mahjong demon and sent it to Han Chuan Lan.

Please help me investigate the origin of this thing.

After a day of waiting, the news of Han Chuan Lan was long overdue.

Shiroki Jun swiped and browsed a little bit.

According to Yu Chuan Lan's reply, it is certain that this is indeed a divine artifact.

However, the specific function of this divine tool has not yet been determined.

Since it is already defiled by youkai, it cannot be used either.

In this regard, Yuchuan Lan's suggestion is to hand it over to the Spirit Removal Union as before, and the other party will be responsible for purification.

Regarding this proposal, Baimu Jun thought for a while.

He remembered that Yu Chuan Lan once mentioned that the purification of the divine artifact is after being recovered by the removal of the spirits and re-enshrined, and it takes a long time to purify.

enshrine

Could it be that the purification of divine tools has something to do with wishing?

Bai Mujun couldn't help but feel refreshed.

His own mana now has some characteristics of wishing power!

For example, it can be used to open up the kingdom of God.

Then, can it be used to purify the divine artifact?

Bai Mujun thought about it.

He spread his palms.

The size of a walnut, with dark black balls glowing in the ball, rolling in his palm.

This bead is exactly the bead that the dark black square table turned into after exhausting its demon power.

Bai Mujun held the bead and came to the water house.

The Temizusha was originally a place where worshippers who came to the shrine purify their bodies and cleanse the filth of the world.

That should also be helpful for the purification of divine tools.

He picked up the bamboo tube set aside, and scooped out a small half tube of clear water from it.

However, it did not spill the first time, but grasped the bamboo handle and began to inject mana into it.

With the injection of mana, the water surface that had some ripples gradually became quiet, like a silver mirror that had settled for a long time.

Bai Mujun exhaled softly.

Cover your wrist.

The strong silver awns in the bamboo tube sprinkled with it.

In an instant, the viscous and churning jet-black aura in the ball seemed to have been expelled by the silver light, and after a fierce struggle, it was completely suppressed.

In a few breaths, it was completely washed away.

When the last drop of water in the bamboo tube fell, it revealed the crystal ball as smooth as amber inside.

There is a hint of coolness from the part that is in contact with the skin, reflecting countless magnificent colors under the setting sun.

Is this a divine artifact?

Looking at this crystal clear bead, Bai Mujun was a little surprised.

The fingers swayed, and the beads swayed nimbly at the fingertips.

With the idea of ​​giving it a try, Bai Mujun tried to inject mana into it.

The moment the mana entered the bead, the bead suddenly glowed with strange colors.

After the light calmed down, a quaint square table shrouded in clouds and mist appeared in front of Baimu Jun.

In the clouds and mist, lines of words revealing divinity flashed.

Just browsing, Bai Mujun roughly understood the function of this divine tool.

"Play a game, and the winner will have the right to dispose of the soul of the loser."

Moreover, the damage received in the game will be nullified after the game is over.

Seeing this, Bai Mu Jun couldn't help feeling a little fortunate.

If he really recklessly took the seat at that time, I am afraid that he will be in a very dangerous situation.

Is this a divine artifact?

Kind of scary.

Taito District, Leiming Temple.

night time.

On the table, some dim candles illuminated the small but very neat Buddhist hall.

On the futon, the old abbot was sitting cross-legged under the golden body of Buddha, the corners of his mouth buzzing and bowing to the Buddha in a low voice.

On the other futon, Han Chuan Lan was also sitting cross-legged.

Facing the golden statue of Buddha, she put on a thoughtful look on her pretty face.

The old abbot inadvertently glanced at it, keenly aware of the strangeness of Yuchuan Lan.

His heart tightened.

This wonderful state, is it

Epiphany?

He nodded immediately.

Right.

Yukawa Lan has been practicing Buddhism for nearly ten years.

Occasionally, I have an epiphany, and I have an epiphany, and I understand some truths, which is also right.

Thinking of this, the old abbot was a little old-fashioned, but he still looked at Yuchuan Lan with shrewd eyes.

After a long while, Yuchuan Lan sighed, slowly lowered his eyes, and stared blankly at the open space in front of the futon.

Although he was nervous, the old abbot's voice was surprisingly steady, and he asked without rushing.

"Xinmei, what were you thinking just now?"

Han Chuan Lan seemed to be startled and came back to her senses.

"Huh? This"

It seems that he has indeed realized something, and he was temporarily trapped in his mouth and could not send it out.

The old abbot was secretly happy in his heart, but he still guided him calmly: "Don't be impatient, just follow what you understand in your heart, and say it word by word."

"I understand."

Yu Chuan Lan looked at the back of the foot under the ancient lamp, a little ashamed, and said.

"Go back to the abbot."

"The disciple is thinking, what kind of bento should I make when I travel the day after tomorrow."

What?

The unexpected answer almost flashed the old abbot's waist.

Is it such a distressing thing to make a bento?

Although he was a little surprised, he did not show it, but continued to ask.

"Are you going out the day after tomorrow?"

"Yes, Ye Ye asked me to go to Mount Takao to enjoy the autumn leaves."

The old abbot seemed to have insight into something in an instant, and said lightly: "It shouldn't be just Ye Ye, right?"

Although his apprentice loves her sister very much, he knows her taste very well and doesn't worry about which bento to choose.

"Well, there is also a friend of Ye Ye." Yukawa Lan nodded.

"And Shiroki-kun."

The three words Baimujun fell into the abbot's ears, and the old abbot suddenly became enlightened.

He spoke calmly.

"Xinmei, talk to me about this Lord Baimu."

"Well, he is a very good person." Han Chuan Lan thought, and began to organize words.

"The character is very gentle and considerate, but he has mana that is not commensurate with his age, but he is not arrogant."

"No love for money, no reputation, and compassion."

"And it looks good." At the end of the sentence, Han Chuan Lan's voice became smaller and smaller, and her face was a little red.

She looked at the face of the old abbot with a faint smile, and quickly defended.

"Abbot, I know you may not believe it."

"But I'm not exaggerating. Bai Mujun is really such a person. If there is a chance, I will bring him to see you."

"How can you not believe it." The old abbot shook his head and turned the Buddha beads in his hand.

As if Yuchuan Lan's words touched the memories in his heartstrings, he raised his head and faced the golden body of Buddha with a kind smile.

"I used to be like this when I was young."

Chapter 81 Yaowang Temple wants fire