I cultivate a deity in Tokyo

It looks somewhat familiar.

Sensing Shiraki Shun's gaze, Hanekawa Arashi gave a serious explanation.

"Mr. Shiraki, according to the rules, a notice must be issued on the exorcism association before the exorcism is carried out."

With a determined expression, she exerted force in her hand and thrust her staff downwards, the end of which pierced the ground.

He then pulled out a small paper packet from his pocket, poured out some dark gray powder, and sprinkled it along both sides of the road.

He sprinkled the water while explaining to Shiramu Jun.

"This is a special incense made by our temple to drive away evil spirits. After the incense burns out in front of the Buddha Hall, the ash will be collected. The magic array made up of this ash can prevent ordinary people from getting close, and can also appease evil spirits and prevent them from escaping. It is somewhat similar to the barrier of your Shinto religion."

For more than half an hour, Yu Chuanlan was busy back and forth, scattering incense ash and drawing a square boundary outside before declaring it finished.

She then picked up her staff, stood alone in front of the incense ash, facing the road, silently clasped her hands, and began to chant scriptures.

Shiramu Jun originally thought it would only take a short while to finish reading.

More than an hour later, Yuukawa Arashi showed no sign of ending the conversation.

Shiramu Jun got tired of standing, so he simply found a roadside post and squatted down.

Resting his chin on his hand, he looked at Yuukawa Arashi, who was chanting sutras with such focused expression, and knew that the latter had no intention of eating at all.

Oh dear, I miscalculated.

Bai Mujun patted his head in self-reproach, then took out his phone to order takeout.

But after looking around, I found that there were no suitable single-person meals nearby.

Moreover, the delivery fees in Japan are shockingly high.

There was nothing else he could do but stay here with Hanekawa Arashi for the time being.

Out of boredom, I opened the built-in music recognition app on my phone to hear what sutra Yu Chuanlan was chanting.

Soon, it was midnight.

Yu Chuanlan, who had been reciting Buddhist scriptures for several hours without getting tired, suddenly twitched her eye.

Under a streetlamp not far away, a hand slowly emerged from the shadows and gripped the highway guardrail.

Then a man climbed onto the roadside.

His employee uniform had a large hole in the sleeve and a piece of his trousers was torn off. He was walking barefoot on the ground, stumbling along.

He would stop occasionally, looking at his hands with confusion, as if he had lost something.

His expression was ferocious, his mouth was crooked, and he looked terrifying.

It seemed to be filled with extremely venomous and vicious curses.

Here it comes!

For the first time, Shiraki Shun felt a sense of relief when facing the supernatural.

He channeled his magic power, looking at the man wandering in the distance, observing the yin energy emanating from the latter.

The more I look at it, the more at ease I feel.

He had been somewhat worried about what kind of powerful and troublesome ghost it might be, based on what Hanekawa Arashi had told him.

But the malevolent spirit before them was clearly far from that category.

These little devils can't be wiped out with a single slap, can they?

The moment the evil spirit appeared, Yu Chuan Lan in front of her also moved. She cautiously moved her feet to the opposite side and then stood firmly in her position.

Shiraki Shun looked at Yuukawa Arashi and couldn't help but urge her in his heart.

Why bother with positioning? Just go up there and give it a good slap!

However, Hanekawa Arashi appeared as if facing a formidable enemy.

She held her staff horizontally in front of her, carefully defending herself, and quickened the pace of her chanting of Buddhist scriptures.

In the distance, as Yuukawa Arashi chanted, the person's emotions seemed to be drawn in, and he began to speak on his own.

"It's time to deliver the goods. They must be delivered to the store, or your wages will be docked."

"But where's my car? Where's my car?"

"Which bastard stole my car?"

He turned his head away, ignoring Shiraki Shun by the roadside, and instead looked at Hanekawa Arashi, his bulging eyes bloodshot.

Did you steal my car?

As he spoke, an increasingly powerful yin energy emanated from his body, causing his body to swell slightly.

Bai Mujun clearly felt that the yin energy on the man's body increased several times over in an instant because of this fierce thought.

Is this the malevolent spirit?

Don't mess with me, I'm super fierce.

While Shiramu Jun was pondering, the malevolent spirit had already sensed the abnormality here and began to try to step out of the area where Yu Chuan Lan had scattered the incense ash.

Sensing the evil spirit's intentions, Yu Chuanlan changed the tone of her chanting of Buddhist scriptures.

It was no longer peaceful, but became solemn, grand, and incomparably sacred.

Before Xiong Nianling could react, she gripped the staff with both hands and swung it sharply.

"Prajnaparamita Hum! Rise!"

The surface of the incense ash scattered on the road surface lit up at the same time.

In the blink of an eye, a magnificent swastika, wrapped in golden light, bloomed on the road, attracting much attention.

The Buddha's light shone brightly, from which several purple-gold Buddha-shaped ropes flew out, intending to bind the evil spirit's actions.

Shiraki Shun's eyes lit up as he looked at it.

Is this what Buddhist rituals for the deceased are like?

It has a sense of restraint and binding.

No wonder the exorcism service at Leiming Temple is so expensive.

It turns out that exorcisms come with a movie-watching bonus!

But looking back at my own exorcism

The ghosts would rush in menacingly, but he would often only throw a punch or a palm strike, and before he could even reveal his true strength, the ghosts would hastily retreat.

It's the same as fixing a match.

Shiraki Shun felt he had finally discovered the problem.

Are these supernatural phenomena?

Are you acting against me?

Can't stand to see this high priest earn more?

Inside the arena, Yu Chuanlan and Xiong Nianling exchanged blows, their Buddhist light striking the incoming Yin energy and dissipating into countless brilliant points of light. Every move they made was extremely pleasing to the eye.

With a sudden swing of his staff, Yu Chuanlan unleashed a beam of Buddhist light that descended upon him.

Within the Buddha's light, the malevolent spirit struggled frantically.

His arm transformed into a thick, black bone claw, slashing at the clusters of Buddhist light, causing the light to dissipate.

Seeing that their strong attacks were ineffective, Yuukawa Arashi was clearly experienced.

She quickly put down her staff and changed her attack method.

With his hands free, he continuously changed hand seals.

As each hand seal was cast, the Buddha's light no longer clashed head-on, but instead skillfully maneuvered around the malevolent spirit, preventing it from suffering any losses.

The ferocity of the evil spirit exceeded Yu Chuanlan's expectations. Faced with the evil spirit's attack, fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

But he still gritted his teeth and recited Buddhist scriptures.

Whenever the Buddha's light was dispersed, it would transform into many tiny golden bowls that would smash into the target's body. Each time a bowl was hit, it would create a small hole in the target's body, causing the target to roar in anger.

In this tug-of-war, Yuukawa Arashi gradually gained the upper hand.

The yin energy on Xiong Nianling's body gradually weakened, as if his body had been hollowed out, and he gradually became weak.

Its movements slowed down, its counterattacks were repeatedly neutralized by the Buddha's light, and it was pressed to the ground, unable to move, only able to let out unwilling roars.

It's safe now!

I don't know how to lose!

Bai Mujun, one of the onlookers, was already preparing to applaud and celebrate.

Seeing this, Yuukawa Arashi breathed a sigh of relief.

Although it was somewhat difficult, it was ultimately a close call.

She switched to the scriptures for deliverance, entering the final stage.

Looking at the fierce spirit lying on the ground, he murmured softly.

"Benefactor, let go of your attachments and go to the Western Paradise."

The fierce spirit that had been firmly suppressed by Yu Chuanlan suddenly raised its head.

Its expression was ferocious, and its fingernails scratched several deep marks on the neat asphalt road.

You mean the Western Paradise?

"Hehehehe, the world is full of suffering, where is there any true bliss?"

All I know is that I'm the driver.

"I need to drive!!!"

Chapter Twenty: Crescent Moon Palm (Remote Ranged Attack)

The inner world of ghosts is often filled with fragmented and bizarre memories.

Some were left behind during their lifetime, while others were experienced after they became ghosts.