I cultivate a deity in Tokyo

Indeed, one shouldn't try to save money when it comes to exorcisms; one should seek out people from large shrines or famous temples.

Suddenly, Yuta Mitsui paused, startled.

On the monitor screen, Shiraki Shun had already begun watching the video with great interest.

However, the content of the video was not quite what he expected.

An elderly professor, dressed in fine clothes, appeared in the center of the video. His face was simple and serious. He clicked the mouse, and slides were projected onto the whiteboard behind him.

Lecture notes for the online Shinto course at Kokugakuin University, Tokyo.

Yuta Mitsui has gone mad.

Is Priest Shiraki taking online classes?

With so many resources at his disposal, Priest Shiraki is actually studying?

What incredible composure this is!

Looking at Shiraki Shun's meticulous face on the screen, Mitsui Yuta suddenly felt a little ashamed.

He took off his cigarette, stood up, and silently bowed to the monitor.

I'm wrong.

Priest Shiraki, that's serious enough.

In front of the screen, Bai Mujun, who was busy studying and enriching himself, had no time to care about these things.

Right now, he is working hard for his bright future.

In Japan, priests are ranked in five levels, from highest to lowest.

Pure steps, bright steps, upright steps, empowered upright steps, straight steps.

Because Tenji Shrine is a small shrine and does not have the qualifications to train priests, Shiraki Shun is not even a direct-rank priest yet, but only an apprentice priest.

It's important to understand that becoming a priest isn't something that happens casually; it involves a complete and systematic process.

If someone aspires to become a full-time priest, they must undergo training at a qualified local shrine and obtain a certificate before they can take up the post.

But Shiramu Jun still has to go to school and can't spare that much time.

Therefore, we have to choose another approach.

They were admitted to the corresponding university with a Shinto department and graduated successfully.

Then one can become an outstanding priest in the new era and take up a position at a shrine.

Incidentally, Shinto priests in the State Shinto order receive the same treatment as civil servants.

Therefore, Shiraki Jun started preparing early, striving to successfully enter his desired university on the first try.

At this moment, he was watching the video and listening to the professor on the screen eloquently recounting the origins of Shintoism in Japan.

While listening to the lecture and taking notes, I also had some doubts in my mind.

I've already watched so many episodes.

Why haven't you explained how to use force yet?

Chapter Four: A Happy Life Must Be Created with Our Own Hands

11:40 PM.

Online classes have ended.

Having thoroughly enjoyed his lesson, Shiraki Shun returned to the counter and handed the access card and other items back to Mitsui Yuta.

He then walked out of the store and headed to the alley where the spirit was said to be, according to Mitsui Yuta.

It was nearly midnight, and the streets were deserted.

At this moment, Bai Mujun stood at one end of the alley, looking around.

On either side were two ordinary detached houses built in the Japanese style, which were now completely dark, presumably because the owners had already turned off the lights and gone to sleep.

This isn't a red-light district; most people here are ordinary office workers with their own regular lives, going through the routine of waking up, working, eating, and sleeping every day.

Supernatural beings and ghosts never enter their schedules.

They may never know that the place just a wall away, at night, can feel eerily unfamiliar.

The alley was pitch black, and although it was only a few dozen meters long, it seemed to have no end in sight. The streetlights only shone at the entrance of the alley, not daring to shine any further inside.

Dark and cold.

It's like stepping into another world.

Shiraki Shun stepped in without hesitation.

"Da, da, da"

The alley was extremely quiet; the only sound was the thud of shoes on the concrete.

Shiraki Shun counted silently.

The alley is only about sixty meters long, and at my walking distance, it would only take about eighty steps to pass through.

But when Shiramu Jun counted to one hundred, it was still pitch black in front of him, with no end in sight.

Bai Mujun remained calm and continued walking downhill.

As they ventured deeper, the original blue walls on both sides gradually turned charred black, with dried, dark red dents appearing on the surface, as if one could hear the sharp, scratching sound of fingernails scraping against the wall.

A foul stench lingered in the air, and the concrete road beneath my feet felt increasingly soft, as if I were struggling to walk through a swamp.

When he counted to three hundred, a dull thud sounded behind him, like a belated old friend arriving as promised.

"Aaaaaah!!!" A heart-wrenching scream pierced the air.

Shiraki Shun turned his head.

Five or six meters behind, a thin old man fell into the mud, his dry, wrinkled skin beneath his dirty shirt.

The old man struggled to lift his head, and the dark, dry dirt slid off his face. Apart from his bean-shaped eyes, his features were almost indistinguishable, giving him an indescribably eerie appearance.

Rather than falling to the ground, it looked more like it was crawling out of the ground.

At that moment, he stretched out his withered hand to Bai Mujun, his voice trembling.

"Help, help me!"

"I can't move my legs!"

Shiraki Shun quickly approached.

Looking at the terrifying-looking old man beneath him, he showed not the slightest fear.

Instead, he leaned down and asked in an inquiring tone.

"How can we save them?"

"Take me to the hospital," the old man said, his expression contorted with pain. He stretched out his hands, as if to wrap his arms around Bai Mujun's neck.

The long, thin fingernails were covered in dirt and blood, as if they had been scratched.

Bai Mujun didn't care at all. He stretched out his hands, like a benevolent deity, and embraced the old man.

"Thank you"

The old man's head rested on Shiramu Jun's shoulder.

Although he was saying thank you, the old man's face, which was turned away from Shiramu Shun, became increasingly ferocious, and his small eyes shone with a ghostly green light, as if a dark fire was rising.

The flesh at the corner of his mouth was torn open by tremendous force, and blood fell onto his crooked, decayed teeth, aiming at Shiramu Jun's neck.

It let out bursts of strange laughter.

"Time to hit the road!"

Bai Mujun was taken aback by these words.

Why are you in such a hurry?

Aren't we going to go through the exorcism process?

Although it was somewhat rushed, he could only nod and express his admiration.

"Since you have made up your mind, I will not try to stop you."

"Let's get going quickly."

The zombie, which was leaning on Shiramoto Jun's shoulder and had its huge mouth open, was also stunned.

Nani?

Knock until numb—

Before it could react to what was happening, its gaze suddenly began to spin rapidly.

In an instant, heaven and earth were turned upside down.

Its head was in close contact with the ground.

Shiraki Shunsuke released his grip and stood up.

This is a very authentic over-the-waist and back throw.

From Shiraki Shun's half-squat and backbend to his exertion and throw, the whole process was seamless and full of beauty.

In addition, a small amount of magic power was released.

And the effect

Behind Shiraki Shun, the head, shoulders, and even the entire upper half of the zombie were deeply embedded in the ground.

At this moment, it has begun to collapse at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Within a few breaths, the spirit's entire body turned to ashes and vanished.

And as the spirits disappeared—

The mud underfoot turned back into cement, and the scratches on the wall disappeared.

The strange feeling quickly faded, and Bai Mujun returned to the alley.

However, across the alley, the streetlights were now bright and visible.