I cultivate a deity in Tokyo

Do people in Tokyo like to go hiking in the autumn?

Although she had some doubts, this clearly did not stop Masaki Mizuki.

He deliberately coughed loudly twice.

The person in front of him immediately turned around in dissatisfaction.

Upon seeing his distinctive clergy uniform, they immediately stepped aside and obediently made way for him.

This is the majesty of Ise Grand Shrine.

Mizuki Masaki walked up without any hindrance.

The further they walked, the more they realized something was wrong.

These people don't seem to be here to climb the mountain.

Instead, they were queuing, patiently waiting for something.

Moreover, the direction in which they were queuing seemed to be the same as the direction of Tenji Shrine that Kinoshita had told him.

Could it be

Are they all here to worship at that shrine?

While surprised, Mizuki Masaki was also somewhat puzzled.

He could easily see the excited and expectant look in the eyes of the people around him.

Compared to visiting shrines

This is more like an idol meet-and-greet!

what's the situation?

With various speculations in mind, Masaki Mizuki quickened her pace.

As soon as I passed the torii gate, a lovely shrine maiden came forward to greet me with a sweet smile.

"Hello, are you Masaki Miyaji?"

"Priest Shiraki is already waiting for you in the worship hall."

Upon hearing this, Masaki Mizuki's expression immediately turned somewhat unpleasant.

I am the Grand Priest of Ise Grand Shrine.

A priest of this status would call ahead to inform the other party that he/she would be making a visit.

The other party didn't even come out to greet us?

Do they really not take Ise Grand Shrine seriously?

This white-robed priest is far too arrogant and conceited!

"Masaki-no-miya, this way please," Hanekawa Yaya politely bowed and gestured.

Suppressing her anger, Masaki Mizuki forced a smile and said, "Fine."

Inside the worship hall.

As soon as Masaki Mizuki entered, she noticed that someone was already sitting behind the table.

It must be that white-wood priest.

Thinking of this, Masaki Mizuki coldly raised her head and looked over.

He was suddenly taken aback.

An idea suddenly came to mind.

If he really is a gigolo, then maybe he really is worth that price.

Only then did Masaki Mizuki realize what had happened.

In recent years, many people outside of Shintoism have temporarily assumed priesthood as a gimmick to elevate their own status.

This white-wood priest is very likely one of these types of people!

otherwise

With looks like that, why would someone like that stay in such a small shrine as a priest?

Thinking of this, Masaki Mizuki couldn't help but frown.

Such behavior is deeply abhorred by the entire Shinto religion.

Shiraki Shun looked at Masaki Mizuki and politely extended his hand.

"Miyazaki Masaki, please take a seat."

Only after the other person was seated did he continue to ask questions.

"My name is Shiraki Shun, a priest of Tenji Shrine. May I ask what brings you here?"

"Actually, it's nothing." Masaki Mizuki said coldly.

“Last night, Priest Kinoshita waited for Priest Shiraki to return, so he asked me to deliver the reward that the shrine promised to Priest Shiraki.”

"Reward? What reward?" Bai Mujun was taken aback.

He recalled that Kinoshita Hara did not mention anything about compensation at the time.

Keep pretending.

After a couple of pretenses, they'll still end up accepting it with a smile.

This fake priest

Mizuki Masaki sneered inwardly.

He suddenly fell silent.

She looked at Shiramu Jun with haughty eyes.

You like to pretend you don't know, don't you?

I'll pretend I don't know and just stay silent.

Let's see if you can still hold back!

Shiraki Shun was unaware of what had happened.

Looking at Masaki Mizuki's eyes, which revealed obvious hostility, he was completely confused.

Why does it feel like the other person has a problem with me?

Left with no other choice, he could only give the order.

"Serve tea."

"Masamune-no-miya, please use it."

In a corner of the worship hall, a shrine maiden carefully poured freshly boiled water into a teacup and set the tea leaves alight.

She walked gently to Masaki Mizuki's side and offered it with both hands.

Masaki Mizuki then stopped glaring at Shiraki Shun.

He snorted coldly and turned around.

He took the teacup from the shrine maiden in front of him.

next second.

The scalding hot tea flowed down the back of his hand.

However, Mizuki Masaki was completely unaware of this.

He stared blankly at the face of the priestess in front of him, his tongue seemingly tied in knots.

He said with immense fear.

"The Lord, the Lord, the Lord of the Sacrificial Ceremony!?"

Tsukuyomi nodded lightly and offered an encouraging smile.

"Masaki, you're working very hard!"

Keep it up!

Is he truly the chief priest?

Mizuki Masaki twisted her stiff neck.

He stared blankly at Shiramu Jun.

"Priest Shiraki, this..."

Shiraki Shun smiled gently and explained.

“Miyaji Masaki, it’s like this.”

"My shrine is currently short-staffed, so I'm asking Tsukuyomi to lend a hand."

Mizuki Masaki listened, her face blank with disbelief.

Lack of manpower?

If you're short-handed, you can ask my head priest to help out?

Priest, are you even human?

Chapter 162 Do You Crave Power?

Inside the worship hall.

After serving the tea, Tsukuyomi retreated to Shiraki Shun's side and waited obediently.

Masaki Mizuki was left alone in her seat, falling into a long silence.

He stared intently at the plain-colored teacup in front of him.

He looked completely dazed.

However, it's not entirely his fault.

After all, what just happened was truly horrifying.