I cultivate a deity in Tokyo

With such divine power, he stands out among a group of national gods whose magical power is less than 10,000.

Finding it would be a piece of cake.

Thinking about issues related to divine power, Shiraki Jun suddenly thought of something else.

Speaking of which, I wonder just how much divine power the gods possess.

If the deity is indeed the Deity of Refugees...

The total amount of divine power it possesses must be enormous!

After all, he was Tsukuyomi's childhood friend.

Even if one loses their memory, it will not affect the total amount of divine power.

Moreover, after Tsukuyomi's special training, he should have recovered quite a bit.

Thinking of this, Shiramu Jun couldn't help but feel a little worried.

Because the gods' usual performance is not particularly outstanding.

Can a divine body withstand the sudden control of so much divine power?

He made a decision immediately.

After returning, I need to take some time to give the gods a thorough examination of my divine body.

If any potential risks arise, they must be eliminated promptly.

Because now, he has successfully consecrated the Seventh Dharma Sea.

The Seventh Dharma Sea's ability to break through boundaries should also be effective for symptoms like amnesia.

After all, it's all about repairs.

It's just a collection of fragmented memories, and piecing them back together would definitely be a very troublesome task.

However, Shiraki Shun is not the kind of person who is afraid of trouble.

Because previously, the gods had painstakingly examined his body for three years.

As a priest, the most important thing in serving the gods is to be grateful and repay kindness.

It's time for him to repay the favor.

Thinking of this, he raised his hand.

Join your palms together and slash forward.

To the astonishment of the group, a thick crack radiating silver light quietly appeared, then spread out to both sides, forming a passage like a doorway.

"Great demon of red leaves, Susanoo-no-Mikoto, it's time for us to go."

Shiraki Shun smiled and looked at the two of them.

Didn't we say we would leave through God's Kingdom?

What new skill is this?

Susanoo and Momiji were both taken aback.

But she quickly came to her senses and hurriedly came to Shiramu Jun's side.

After all, they didn't want to stay in the underworld for even a moment longer.

"Izanami no Mikoto, I take my leave."

Shiraki Shun bowed slightly.

Under Izanami's dazed gaze, he turned and stepped into the crevice.

Leiming Temple, Taitung District.

The night was as dark as ink, and the evening wind as sharp as a knife.

After a thorough investigation, confirming that the yin energy had completely dissipated, all parties withdrew from Leiming Temple.

Only a few emergency personnel were left nearby, just in case.

Under the cold moonlight, the old abbot, dressed in brown monk's robes, slowly raised his head, one foot on a cracked bluestone brick.

They stood silently, gazing at the Buddhist temple that had once again been reduced to ruins.

However, it wasn't because I was sad.

After all, Raimu Temple had suffered damage of this magnitude three times in a single month.

I've become somewhat numb to it.

Its speed was so fast that even the old abbot had a misconception.

Why don't we just leave it as is?

Anyway, it'll collapse soon.

However, the old abbot was only thinking about it.

This time, Shiraki Shun contacted the Paranormal Section Six in advance.

The Metropolitan Police Department will fully cover the losses incurred today.

How can we not repair a temple if it's funded by public funds?

patter

Just as the old abbot was pondering what material to use for the mountain gate, a series of quiet footsteps suddenly came from behind him.

The old abbot was slightly taken aback.

But he still stood tall, gazing at the Buddhist hall in deep thought, without turning his head to see who it was.

However, there's no need for that.

Because he has the ability to see with his own eyes, he can see even when someone's back is turned.

The footsteps stopped not far behind the old abbot.

Grandma Chiyo's voice then drifted on the cold wind.

There was a hint of accusation in his voice.

He seemed to have a great deal of dissatisfaction with the old abbot.

"Abbot Xinzhi, it's been a long time."

"Lord Chiyo." The old abbot sighed softly, but said nothing more.

Grandma Chiyo was taken aback.

I sensed the bitterness in the other person's words.

Looking at the ruins of Leiming Temple in front of her, she suddenly understood the reason.

The temple must be feeling terrible after suffering such a disaster.

No wonder

If Kanda Shrine were to become like this, she would also feel extremely pained.

Thinking of this, Granny Chiyo's expression softened a bit.

She then walked to the old abbot's side and gazed at the ruins in front of them.

After a long while, he spoke again.

This time, however, his tone was a bit softer.

She said calmly.

"The last time we met was ten years ago."

"Yes, ten years have passed in the blink of an eye." The old abbot was also a little emotional as his words stirred up memories. "The scene back then was exactly the same as it is now."

"Perhaps this is also a kind of fate."

That's right.

The last time the abbot saw Granny Chiyo was ten years ago, when the Demon of Ceasefire destroyed Raimei-ji Temple.

Chiyo, who was a priestess at Kanda Shrine at the time, was among the first to arrive and provide support.

However, by the time the enemy arrived, the Demon of Ceasefire had vanished without a trace.

All that remained was Leiming Temple, littered with corpses and filled with the stench of burning flesh.

Among them were worshippers who came to pay their respects, as well as monks from the temple.

And the abbot, covered in blood, kneeling in Leiming Temple and weeping bitterly.

"Fate?" Granny Chiyo repeated softly.

"Does the abbot, with his straightforward heart, not feel any regret about the fate that led to this?"

"My heart has turned to Buddha, how can I have room for anything else?" The old abbot sighed and said, "All things arise and fall into nothingness, this old monk has already let go."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old abbot suddenly sensed a chilling killing intent rising beside him.

what happened?

Using his divine eye, the old abbot instantly located the source of the murderous aura.

It originated from Granny Chiyo's extremely gloomy face.

He was startled and asked instinctively.

"Chiyo Shinshu, what's wrong?"

"You dare ask me what's wrong?" Granny Chiyo flicked her long sleeves and questioned through gritted teeth, "Hanakawa Ishi, were all your words from back then lies?"

"What did you say?" The old abbot was slightly taken aback.

"What are you saying? When you saved me back then, you clearly said that you made a great vow before the Buddha," Granny Chiyo said, her anger barely concealed.

"Only after you have exorcised a thousand ghosts can you settle down and start a family!"

"Haven't you saved enough after all these years?"

"Or was it just an excuse you used to fob me off at the time?"