I cultivate a deity in Tokyo

You should have run away earlier!

Although he didn't understand the thoughts of the person who created Kagura, Shiraki Shun felt there must have been a reason.

The extra steps must contain some special meaning.

It can't be because he enjoys watching shrine maidens dance.

That's too vulgar.

If there could be a new Kagura—

Wouldn't it be better to greatly simplify the purification process without affecting the original purification effect?

Bai Mujun thought.

He quickly reviewed it again, racking his brains to memorize all the poses demonstrated in Kagura.

Then they

Merging, transforming, and upgrading.

They combined similar, opposite, and magically similar poses together.

The final result is a truly effective purification process.

It's easier said than done.

The text, spanning over two thousand pages, contains nearly three thousand descriptions of exorcism postures.

For the average person, processing such a massive amount of information would cause dizziness and mental fog in just three seconds.

However, Shiraki Shun possesses self-healing abilities derived from his magical powers.

This self-healing ability is naturally also reflected at the level of mental strength.

Even with such mental effort, she still handles it with ease.

You don't even need to eat walnuts.

Just like playing a match-3 game, rows of exorcism poses are quickly eliminated, and the new poses float to the right and are stored.

Truly edutainment.

Even while merging, they can still concentrate on the lesson and give the teacher on stage an encouraging smile.

Shiraki Shun spent the rest of his time at school today absorbed in this.

Even the number of times I go to the toilet has decreased significantly.

Even with such diligence, the improvements were still not complete by the time school ended.

The number of poses remaining in my mind is less than a thousand, and nearly two-thirds of them have been improved.

The quantity is greatly reduced, but the effect is better.

But Shiraki Shun was not satisfied.

There are still too many.

To perform the entire technique would be almost equivalent to running a kilometer, and would take more than half an hour.

Just thinking about it is exhausting.

Of course, this is just the beginning; the improvements are not yet over.

Shiraki Shun's initial goal is to reduce the pace of this exorcism to within one hundred steps.

The ultimate goal, however, only requires taking one step.

Complete in one step, clean and efficient.

Although it is not yet fully completed, Shiraki Shun has already given this kind of movement a name.

Ghostly Steps.

Exorcising evil spirits and practicing respectful and righteous steps.

Shiraki Shun couldn't help but fantasize a little about the scene of completing the Demon God Step.

He strolled by leisurely under the cover of night.

Warm, thick beams of light descended from their sides, enveloping the ghosts and causing them to smile kindly as they agreed to ascend to heaven.

Hmm, it seems to have gotten a little more sophisticated.

Chapter Eighteen: Exorcism must be the priority.

the next day.

Leiming Temple, Taitung District.

The temple has layers upon layers of walls, a testament to its former prosperity as a place of worship.

In front of one of the antique-style temples, Yu Chuanlan, dressed in a monk's robe, sat cross-legged under the waterwheel in the courtyard.

She kept her eyes closed, letting the waterwheel carry buckets of cold water from the stream and pour them over her head.

This is a water-related activity.

It is a practice to eliminate distracting thoughts and dispel afflictions.

This practice has been going on for some time now.

Yet a figure still involuntarily appeared before her eyes, a sight that even the icy stream could not dispel.

That's white wood

Evil thoughts, begone!

Yu Chuanlan shook her head violently, splashing glistening water droplets as she tried to banish her distracting thoughts.

At that moment, the old abbot, who was striking the wooden fish and chanting sutras in front of the Buddha, opened his eyes.

He glanced at Yuukawa Arashi, sighed, and slowly spoke.

His voice was aged, yet it conveyed a strength accumulated over the years.

"Xinmei, something's wrong with you."

Heart beauty is the Buddhist name of Hanekawa Arashi.

Upon hearing the abbot's words, Yu Chuanlan's body trembled slightly.

A confused expression appeared on her face.

"Abbot, what did I do wrong?"

The old abbot said calmly.

"You've fallen into demonic possession."

These words, like the tolling of a temple bell, resonated in Hanekawa Arashi's ears, making her head buzz.

The abbot truly lives up to his title.

He is a person of great wisdom.

One's own petty thoughts have nowhere to hide in front of someone of this caliber.

Yu Chuanlan couldn't help but show a look of shame, and was about to confess.

The old abbot continued his admonition.

"Since Buddha has already arranged for you to possess certain things, you should know how to treat them well, understand?"

Knowing how to treat others kindly?

Yuukawa Arashi murmured.

The next moment, everything became clear.

She understood.

The abbot meant that one should learn to accept that everything is merely a predestined connection before the Buddha.

If that's the case, then meeting Shiraki Shun must have been arranged by Buddha!

Just accept it yourself!

Yuukawa Arashi's lips curled up, and a smile finally appeared on her face.

"Disciple understands."

Seeing that Yu Chuanlan seemed to have grasped something, the old abbot nodded in satisfaction and lowered his head to continue meditating.

Although I don't know what she understood, it's good that she understood.

What's the point of this water-related business? If they pollute the water temple, what will they drink?

After the water journey ended, Yu Chuanlan returned to her room and changed into an outfit suitable for going out.

She took the staff from the wooden shelf and reported to the old abbot.

"Abbot, I'm going to perform a ritual to release the spirits tonight, so I'll be back later."

"Yes, be careful." The old abbot calmly tapped the wooden fish.

"You should go to bed early and not go out tonight."

The old abbot paused, his sandalwood staff twitching.

He then urged without changing his expression.

"I understand, you can go now."

"Then I'm heading out." Yu Chuanlan was a little excited. She took out her phone and muttered, "I'll contact Shiraki-kun first."

"Hmm." The old abbot smiled slightly and watched Yu Chuanlan leave.

After a while, he realized something was wrong.

Shiraki-kun?

Which temple do you belong to?

Itabashi Ward is located in the northwestern part of Tokyo.

It's a district with a relatively low profile.