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Chapter 92 You Still Said You Are Not a Mountain God(1/2)

Master Jingshui's abnormal behavior immediately attracted the attention of the entire conference room.

The clergy or monk who was still chatting last second quickly threw down the melon seeds in his hand and turned his attention to Master Jingshui after a brief moment of surprise.

They thought of the Takao Mountain incident that has been buzzing these days.

The entire Tokyo industry has a surprisingly consistent view on this matter.

It is caused by extraordinary power and must be included in extraordinary events.

Because the strange red leaves, the terrifying thunder clouds and the sudden appearance of the mountain god cannot be explained by science.

The people who are most interested in extraordinary events are these people.

Master Jingshui was the host of Yaowang Temple and was also the few people present who had seen the true appearance of the mountain god.

So this voice made everyone present jump.

Mountain God, are there?

At this moment, Master Jingshui was nervously staring at Shiraki Jun's face.

I looked up and down and confirmed it several times.

The fat earlobes were trembling slightly.

I never thought that Takaoyama Mountain God would appear in this meeting...

He cursed in his heart.

These Shinto people are too despicable!

He actually brought out the God to deal with them?

Is this going to force myself to go to the West to invite the Buddha?

Looking at Master Jingshui's shocked expression, Shiraki Jun was slightly stunned.

Then he stood up, answered in a humble tone and very polite manner.

"The master may have recognized the wrong person. I am not a mountain god, but a priest from Tianji Shrine, Shiraki Toshi."

Master Jingshui was stunned when he heard this answer.

Then he looked at it a few more times.

Only then did I realize that although the young man in front of me looked very similar to the mountain god, he was less divine than that mountain god...

Perhaps he is a descendant of the mountain god, or someone who has a connection with the mountain god.

Thinking of this, Master Jingshui suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, raised his palm and lowered his head, and recited the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha Buddha is abrupt. Because the donor looks very kind, I mistakenly think that it is an acquaintance of his own. It seems that I admit it wrong."

"Unpolite, rude."

While apologizing, he pretended to be a pussy quietly.

Tell these Shinto people to put the key points, that their relationship with the mountain god is actually extraordinary...

"Master, please be polite." Shiraki Toshi smiled gently, and then sat down again.

Hanagawa Yoyo was beside him, and his beautiful eyes blinked.

After Bai Mujun sat down, she quietly pulled his sleeve? She asked in confusion: "Prince Bai Mu? What are you planning, why don't you tell them?"

"What did you tell them?" Bai Mujun was a little surprised.

“Things about Takaoyama…”

Looking at Bai Mujun's confused expression? Hanagawa Yeye suddenly understood what? He asked in a low voice.

"Prince Baimu, have you not been online these days?"

"Yes." Shiraki Jun nodded.

These two days? He used it to track the nine-tailed cat demon the day before.

The next day, I was busy dealing with monsters in Tokyo.

Therefore, I don’t know anything about the increasingly fermented Takaoyama incident on the Internet.

No wonder.

Only then did Hanagawa Yeye understand.

It’s not that the White Wood Priest is too scheming.

But he had no idea at all? He was put into the identity of a mountain god.

"Can the master send some such people to the police station?" Kuroda Musashi asked.

"Impossible." Master Jingshui refused decisively.

"There are too few shrine weapons in our hands now."

"I guess there are less than 100 Shinto tools that can be used in the entire Tokyo."

"And there are even fewer shrines guarding the temple."

"What is the meaning of the master saying this?" Kuroda Musashi was stunned, and suddenly felt like he was being fooled.

"Don't worry, police chief." Master Jingshui showed an unfathomable smile on his face, "What I want to say next is the key point."

"Although there are not many shrine tools that can be used, there are several shrine tools that are defiled by monsters and need to be repurified."

"It was not returned, but I worshipped myself."

"I'm right?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the Shinto people had to nod.

"These are the keys." Master Jingshui said loudly, "It may take more than ten years or even decades to purify a shrine weapon, which is really too long."

"But recently, our temple has developed a completely new method that can speed up this process."

After saying that, Master Jingshui winked.

Hui Tong, beside her, understood it, immediately took a package and spread it in front of everyone.

It was a wooden fish.

Half is round as nanmu, but the other half is eroded by black silk thread.

"In addition to offerings, we also sent monks to recite Buddhist scriptures for twenty-four hours beside him, and found that there was a special energy that entered the divine instrument."

"The purification speed has been increased several times."

"A shrine like this can be purified successfully in just a few years."

This sentence, like a bomb detonating, blowing the conference room silently...

Master Jingshui raised his eyelids and glanced at the silent clan.

How about this move, did you directly crush it to death?

Sure enough, when the clergymen were present, they all dodged when they saw his eyes.

Until I saw a pair of bright eyes, I looked at it thoughtfully.

Master Jingshui was stunned.

I discovered that the master of these eyes was the little priest whom I had just admitted his mistake...

Haha, are you scared?

Seeing this, Master Jingshui decided to take advantage of the victory.

He cleared his throat and smiled kindly.

"Amitabha, does the White Wood Priest have any advice?"

Upon hearing this, Bai Mujun got up and walked to Master Jingshui.

He nodded seriously.

"I think Master Jingshui is right."

Master Jingshui felt happy.

OK, the guy said it really well!

Unexpectedly, in Shintoism, there was such a person who was destined to be with me.

Should I consider changing careers and becoming a monk?

This temple guarantees food, accommodation and food, and also gives away monk robes!

Just as he was considering how to persuade Bai Mujun to rebel, he listened to Bai Mujun continuing to say down.

“But it’s not complete.”

"Master Jingshui may not know that the purification of the shrine instrument is not a linear relationship."

"For example, if you pour fifty points of mana in a day and purify this divine weapon, it may take three years."
To be continued...
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