I Became a God in Tokyo

Seeing Bai Mujun's expression, Yu Chuanlan suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and she asked worriedly.

Mr. Baimu, how did you get rid of that undead spirit?

How to get rid of it?

With my industrious hands, whoop, bang.

Of course, it was impossible for Bai Mujun to say that.

Pointing to the ground, he said gently.

You don't need to think too much about Hanekawa-san, that undead spirit has already been buried in the ground.

Hanakawa Arashi had three faces covered.

Is it safe to be buried?

What kind of brand-new method of eliminating spirits is this?

Could it be

She suddenly shivered.

Reminds me of the goku movie I watched when I was a kid.

Could it be that this gentle-looking Shiraki priest poured the undead into concrete piles and sank into Tokyo Bay?

this.

Is it too cruel?

But in any case, since it was confirmed that the undead had been expelled, she didn't have to worry about it anymore.

Lan Yuchuan flicked his wrist, the fourteen beads trembled slightly, and bowed.

Mr. Baimu, since I am not exorcising the undead spirits, then I have to make another trip to return the deposit I received.

So, can you accompany me? Maybe you need to prove it.

Huh? Refund? Bai Mujun was taken aback.

Strictly speaking, Yu Chuan Lan received the entrustment earlier than himself, so he stole Yu Chuan Lan's business.

Thinking of this, Bai Mujun felt a little guilty.

He reached into his pocket.

There is also the 10,000 yen that I received from Mr. Mitsui yesterday.

How much do you want to refund? Is there enough money on me? I still have some here. If I don't have enough, I can borrow it from you first.

Ah, you don't have to worry about this, Shiraki-kun, the deposit is not much. Lan Yuchuan smiled and waved his hand.

It's only one hundred thousand yen.

Bai Mujun was dumbfounded.

What is one hundred thousand?

Do you have any misunderstanding about 100,000 yen?

That's his monthly income in the off-season!

Bai Mujun lowered his head slowly, staring at Lan Yuchuan's beautiful eyes with a focused and serious expression.

Hanekawa-san, I have a question to ask you.

Bai Mu-jun, please tell me. Yu Chuanlan was taken aback, wondering why Bai Mujun suddenly became so serious.

Did what she just said offend this priest?

Leiming Temple, how much is the charge for one exorcism?

That... is basically around 300,000 yen to 500,000 yen, what's wrong? Hanekawa Arashi said cautiously.

Could it be that it is because temple exorcism is too cheap, disrupting the market price, and causing Bai Mujun's dissatisfaction?

After you go back, you must advise the abbot to increase the price!

300,000 yen to 500,000 yen?

The sound of rushing money and running water rang in Bai Mujun's ears.

For the same extermination object, he only charged 8,000 yen at a time!

Counting down, the difference is a full forty times!

Is this the brand effect of Leiming Temple?

I really want to join!

Thinking of this, Bai Mujun asked sincerely.

Hanekawa-san, does our temple still lack thugs?

ha?

Yu Chuanlan stared at Bai Mujun in a daze.

The next moment there was a puff, and he laughed out loud.

Priest Baimu, do you want to convert to my Buddha?

Han Chuan-san, you misunderstood. The thugs I'm talking about are pure physical relationships. Of course, I still have to believe in the gods of my own shrine. This is the bottom line of being a priest. Bai Mujun tried to explain clearly.

But the more Shiraki Jun argued, the more Arashi Hanekawa couldn't help laughing.

Such a priest is quite interesting.

Seeing that it was getting late, Arashi Yukawa took two deep breaths, barely held back a smile, and asked.

Bai Mu-kun, do you have time later? I know there is a very delicious tempura restaurant nearby. As compensation, I will treat you to dinner after finishing the matter.

Bai Mujun was not polite and nodded.

Think of it as reimbursement for the round-trip tram fare.

That's great!

Lan Yuchuan had a bright smile on his face, and was about to lead the way when a melodious cell phone rang suddenly.

She took out her mobile phone, and after answering the call, her smile gradually faded and became serious.

Yamato Police Department, I see, okay, I'll rush over right now. Well, I understand.

Hanging up the phone, Yu Chuanlan looked at Bai Mujun with apologetic expression on his face: Sorry, I have to deal with something suddenly, I have to go now, and the meal can only wait until next time.

I understand, Hanekawa-san. It's important.

Bai Mujun is very considerate.

To be honest, he was still a little envious.

The other party is looking for business again!

At least 300,000 yen will be credited.

Business is booming.

Of course, Bai Mujun was only envious for a little bit.

After all, as an ancient temple that has been passed down for hundreds of years, Leiming Temple has produced countless eminent monks in the past, and people recognize this price.

I am just a small priest, and Tianji Shrine is a small shrine with no reputation, how can I compare with a master who has hundreds of years of experience in eliminating spirits.

Moreover, for those ancient temples, the income from removing spirits may only account for a small part of the temple's income, and those great virtuous monks may not care.

They tend to have really big ambitions.

Bless the world and save the world.

This is also what Bai Mujun respects.

But there is still some pity in my heart.

I skipped a meal.

Saying goodbye to Arashi Yukawa, Toshiro Shiraki is about to leave.

At this time, another mobile phone rang.

This time it was Bai Mujun's cell phone.

He clicks through.

Hello.

After a while, a slightly weak voice came from the other end of the phone.

Is it Bai Musang?

Yes, you are? Bai Mujun asked doubtfully.

I am Rena Kunou, do you have any impression? We are in the same class at Hidenoin High School.

The voice over the phone is getting quieter.

Ah, Kunou, the second-to-last row by the window? Bai Mujun remembered.

Yes! Kunou Rena was a little surprised.

Shiraki-san remembers me!

There are no regrets in life.

While feeling flustered, she did not forget her reason for calling.

Shiraki-san, do you still remember my friend? Kotori Yuri, is a very lively girl and a classmate of our class, we are often together.

Well, I have an impression. Bai Mujun nodded.

It should be Yuri Yuri, who is in the third row and fourth column.

Bai Mujun still recognized all the students in the school from the seat chart.

This, that... Rena Kokonoe faltered suddenly.

Student Jiuzhong, if you have anything to say, just tell me directly. If I can help, I will definitely not stand by and do nothing.

Bai Mujun understood.

In matters between classmates, help as much as you can, so as to cultivate a beautiful friendship.

Unless there is something very special.

For example, if you introduce a girlfriend to him, then it will be waived.

The priest is currently focusing on his studies.

On the other end of the phone, Kunou Rena took a deep breath, bent over at ninety degrees, and shouted loudly.

Simi Masai!

We shouldn't have followed you yesterday, we shouldn't have revealed your identity!

But I swear we will keep it secret and won't tell it!

So, please put up Yuri-chan, Shiraki-san!