The field increases by 1 ghost per second. I am the ghost king in Tokyo.

"Ah!"

The fat monk screamed and fell to the ground with a black eye.

"You...what are you going to do?"

Ito Makoto retracted his fist, patted the tip of his fist in disdain, and said indifferently:

"Who said this matter has nothing to do with you?

Didn't you tell those two monks about our intelligence?"

Xiao Liu Yayan covered his eyes and yelled:

"You kid, don't be so rude, you...what evidence do you have? I don't even know Hojo and the others!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing, and his face turned pale as paper.

Ito Makoto smiled:

"We never said the surnames of the two monks from the beginning to the end.

You really confessed yourself. How dare you say you don't know them?"

Ya Yanagi's lips trembled, his facial muscles trembled violently, and he couldn't say a word.

He sat there like an idiot, and there was a large wet mark with a smelly smell on his crotch. He was actually scared to pee!

Ito Makoto waved his hand in disdain, not intending to let him go so easily.

"Fatty, you just said you wanted evidence, right? Hey, we just happened to have it!"

After saying that, he turned around and shouted to Ermu Yuko next to him.

""Yuko, take the things out!"

The cold-faced girl nodded and reached out to take out the thick account book from her bag.

Seeing that thing, Xiao Liu Yayan could no longer hold back the fear in his heart and rushed over to grab it.

"Ah, give it back to me!!"

Ito Makoto kicked the fat monk in the chest, sending him flying and crashing into the counter.

A pile of agreements scattered like snowflakes.

Ito Makoto lifted the account book, opened the title page, and held it high:

"Look, everyone. This account book was taken from one of the monks who killed us. The name of this monk is clearly written on it, and there is also his photo!

If they had not colluded with each other for a long time, why would they have evidence against you?

If you had not been in collusion, how could the two monks know our whereabouts?

Xiao Liu Yayan, the evidence is irrefutable, you... are completely finished!"

The handsome boy closed the account book and looked down at the fat monk who was limp on the ground with cold eyes.

A group of ghost masters around him all looked unhappy when they heard this, and they all gathered around this dog.

Going in and out of the abyss is already a life-and-death struggle.

I didn't expect to be backstabbed by the local ghost master forces...

This is a ruthless betrayal of the vast majority of ghost masters!

It is to ruthlessly trample their trust underfoot and crush it repeatedly.

Even the clay Buddha still has a little bit of anger, let alone people with seven emotions and six desires?

"Bald donkey, do you have anything else to say!"

"Are you, a bastard, qualified to be a monk and chant Buddhist scriptures?"

"Go to hell, bastards!"

"If Baiyun Temple doesn't give us an explanation today, we won't leave!!"

"Brothers and sisters in the live broadcast room, come and see the ugly faces of the monks in Baiyun Temple. The monks in our temple actually colluded with each other to rob money and kill people!"

……

The fat monk finally couldn't bear the mental blow and knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I...I don't want to do that either!"

""All this was done by those two bastards of the Hojo brothers. They caught me and threatened me. I... I really didn't dare to resist him!"

Xiao Liu Yayan cried bitterly.

But no ghost master around showed sympathy for him, an accomplice of the tiger.

Ito Makoto looked at the monk who was crying out of breath, expressionless:

"It's really a false sympathy. You could have reported the Hojo brothers to the temple, but because of your own selfishness, so many innocent ghost masters died in the abyss. Don't think that shedding a few tears can make up for your mistakes. Your retribution is still to come!"

After saying that, Ito Makoto returned the account book to Futaki Yuko.

The girl just hung up the phone and reached out to take the account book.

"I have called the local special affairs bureau and they will be here soon."

"Well done!"

Qishan Yuya and others saw this and took out their phones to call their families.

Although their families were not as powerful as Baiyun Temple, they were still quite powerful.

After suffering such a big loss this time, how could they let it go?

Qishan Yuya closed his phone and exhaled heavily:

"I called my father. The old man has been in the Yin device industry for many years and has some connections that can be used. If Baiyun Temple doesn't give us an explanation this time, we will never give up!"

Aoyuan Ai nodded and put away her phone.

She told her brother about this.

Although their clan has declined, they belong to the Demon Slayer branch after all, and have some family traditions.

The main family will not stand idly by.

Ito Makoto nodded and gave them a thumbs up.

If he hadn't had some tricks this time, he would probably have been caught by the Hojo brothers. He died in the Longshan Abyss without knowing why.

In his previous life, he had suffered enough from the beatings of society and suffered enough losses.

In this life, he doesn't want to suffer any of this at all.

The bigger the fuss, the better!

If it doesn't attract the attention of public opinion, Baiyun Temple may not handle it properly.

"Scatter, scatter, what's going on?"

"Baiyun Temple is a quiet place, no noise is allowed!"

At this moment, several scolding voices rang out.

Then the crowd parted, and a group of monks wearing white cloud-patterned monk robes holding fine steel rods, with murderous brows.

Led by a short and fat monk with a rosary around his neck, they strode over.

Ito Makoto raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

Aren't these the group of monks patrolling the streets that I had seen before?

I didn't expect to meet them again so soon.

Wada Yudai held a string of rosary beads in his hand and wore a black half-shoulder robe.

After looking around, he set his sights on Koyanagi Masahiko:

"What's wrong with Xiao Liu? Can't you do such a small thing as collecting money?"

Wada Yudai, the elder of the External Affairs Hall of Baiyun Temple.

He is responsible for leading the monks of the External Affairs Hall to patrol the temple and handle various miscellaneous affairs.

Because of his strength as a third-level ghost master and his vigorous and resolute style, he has always attracted much attention.

Xiao Liu Yayan shuddered all over and lowered his head and dared not speak.

The ghost masters next to him were shocked at first, and then they talked about it.

They were afraid of Baiyun Temple before, and they had some respect for it, but now...……

"Haha, Baiyun Temple is so majestic!"

"That's right, he allowed his disciples to collude with each other to murder the magic masters who entered and left the abyss, and he still has the nerve to boss us around!"

"You, Baiyun Temple, better give us an explanation!"

……

Seeing the crowd getting excited, Hetian Yudai couldn't help but change his expression.

What's going on?

Allowing disciples to murder the master of tricks?

The short and fat elder held his rosary and shouted"Amitabha":

""Dear guests, please be patient for now. Once I understand the situation clearly, I will handle it impartially!"

After saying this, he asked the monks and soldiers to disperse and maintain order.

He then quickly walked up to Xiao Liu Yayan, grabbed his collar and lifted him up:

"Xiao Liu, what’s going on?"

"me me me……"

Xiao Liu Yayan stammered, his tongue seemed to be tied, and he couldn't finish a sentence.

"What's going on? Do you want to ruin the reputation of Baiyun Temple for a hundred years?"

Wada Yudai was furious like a lion, his whole face flushed with anger.

Ito Makoto sneered:

"This master, he dare not say it, because he was also involved in this incident!"

Wada Yuda let go of his hand and turned his head:

"Who is this little donor?"

"My name is Ito Makoto, and this is what happened."

Ito Makoto briefly introduced himself and succinctly told the story. He then showed the account book and two white porcelain jars filled with money, but did not take the initiative to hand them over.

Upon hearing this, Wada Yudai's face changed drastically, and he turned his head to look at Xiao Yanagi Masahiko in disbelief.

The latter lay on the ground, huddled up, and did not dare to raise his head.