I cultivate a deity in Tokyo

At this moment, he is trying to find the god who is most compatible with his own.

This is clearly a huge undertaking.

Because there are just too many gods in Japan.

From the first god born in the reeds, to the gods born of Izanami and Izanagi, and then to the numerous Amatsu gods and Kunitsu gods, the list goes on and on.

Eight million gods, that's no joke.

In this temple, there is one god and one person, one up and one down.

As the morning passed, several people came to worship, swinging ropes in front of the prayer hall, ringing the bells, and clapping their hands in devout prayer.

The significance of this act is to inform the gods that one has come to visit and to express the hope that the gods will hear one's prayers.

The clear, melodious sound of bells echoed from the main hall to this hall.

Inside the temple, the deity raised his head in displeasure and frowned in the direction from which the sound came.

"Ugh, so annoying! Can't you keep your voice down?"

"My Lord, please watch your words and actions."

"Your Highness," Shiraki Shun, who was reading a book, reminded him.

A deity that disrespects and disregards its believers has no future, and Bai Mujun must point out this fundamental error.

"I'm not talking about the ringtone, I'm talking about that person's wish. Ah, how delightful it is to get something for nothing."

The deity explained.

She opened her right hand, and a small yellow coin appeared from mid-air, spinning, and landed in the god's palm with a snap.

This is a bright yellow five-yen coin.

In Japan, most people who visit shrines or temples will toss a five-yen coin because the word sounds like "to form a bond" in Japanese, hoping to establish a good relationship with the gods and receive their blessings.

At that moment, the god toyed with the coin in his hand and said with dissatisfaction.

"What? He just tossed in a five-dollar coin and dared to make such a wish as winning 500 million in the lottery!"

"If I could do that, I'd just flip a coin for myself every day. What would be the point of being a god then!"

The gods were filled with righteous indignation.

She's sulking again.

However, there is some truth to it.

Shiraki Shun smiled and ignored him, burying his head and continuing to flip through the Kojiki in his hands.

Another clear bell rang out.

"Hmm, this wish." On the table, the god's eyes changed, and another coin fell into her hand.

"Hopefully I can graduate from the next rerun banner in the mobile game?"

"Ha, nice wish, but really foolish."

"You didn't even leave your account and server details, how can I, the god, protect you?"

Upon hearing this, Shiramu Shun casually flipped back to the table of contents, glanced at the history of the gods, and looked for records of gods who liked to make sarcastic remarks.

Ok?

He suddenly realized.

"My Lord God, is such a wish possible?"

"Ah, if it's only to this extent, it should have some effect, right?" the god said dismissively.

"But offering only this much wish is far from enough to make me, the god, pray for him."

The power of wishes mentioned by the gods is a force generated when believers make wishes while visiting a shrine; it is a manifestation of willpower and piety.

Although the deity revealed very little, Shiraki Shun could roughly guess that this power of will was probably related to the deity's magical power.

"If his sincerity were a little more, this deity might reluctantly help him, but there are too many people like him; how could I possibly help them all?"

A lot of people?

Upon hearing the words of the deity, Bai Mujun's eyes lit up.

What Tenji Shrine is lacking right now is traffic, isn't it?

He was overjoyed.

Yes.

Instead of targeting devout believers, it would be better to shift the focus and target groups with special needs.

For example, Japanese mobile games are extremely pay-to-win, with a single purchase costing 10,000 yen, and often several purchases won't even generate a profit.

In his previous life, Shiraki Shunya had also been obsessed with it for a while, and he knew what it felt like to be broke every month.

But what if there were a shrine where simply visiting it would allow you to complete every event and collect everything?

I'm afraid the number of people coming to worship will completely overwhelm Pingxiong Mountain, right?

"My Lord God, how many times a day can you pray for such a wish?"

The deity thought for a moment and then held up three fingers to Bai Mujun.

"Three times a day?" Bai Mujun was pleasantly surprised.

If this could be done three times a day, hundreds of people would probably be vying for those three spots.

I never expected that my own god, who is usually lazy, would actually come in handy at a crucial moment.

"No." The god shook his head.

"Three times a year, I guess. Praying for blessings too often gets tiring for this god."

That's far too little.

Shiraki Shun suddenly became somewhat dejected.

With such a low probability, it's impossible to establish the shrine's reputation for being efficacious, let alone attract people to worship.

"Priest Shiraki, are you worried about the shrine?" The deity blinked.

She noticed Shiraki Jun's disappointment.

The thing that's causing Shiraki Shun trouble right now is most likely the shrine's closure.

“Yes.” Shiraki Shun tapped his fingers on the table, deep in thought. “I’m thinking about how to attract people to come and worship.”

"Yes, yes, I know. Actually, I also bear some responsibility for this matter, and I have thought of some solutions."

"After careful consideration, I, the God, have decided—"

A sharp glint flashed in the deity's eyes. She stood up confidently, raising her slender arms high as if commanding a vast army.

"Debut as an idol and save the shrine!"

Upon hearing the words of the deity, Shiramu Jun sighed.

He shook his head and continued reading.

Because of Shiraki Jun's disregard, the god had no way to back down and could only stand there awkwardly.

She made a fist and put it to her mouth, pretending to cough.

"Priest Shiraki, this is a great experience from the success of our predecessors. Can't you show a little respect?"

"Ah."

Shiraki Shun intently turned to the next page, then looked up and smiled at the god.

You're so disrespectful!

Does this god have no dignity?

Seeing Bai Mujun's appearance, the god could only puff out his cheeks and kneel down indignantly.

He continued stuffing the drawn talismans into the brocade pouch, muttering fiercely to himself.

Damn you, White Wood Priest! I, the God of the World, will now bless you!

I pray you never find a girlfriend!

A moment later, Bai Mujun suddenly had another idea and asked.

"My Lord, if what I just described isn't done directly, but rather sealed into the protective amulet using magical power, would it achieve the same effect?"

"Of course! Don't underestimate the gods!" the god said irritably.

That will work!

Hope rekindled in Shiraki Jun's heart.

Since it's impossible to grant the wishes of everyone who comes to worship, why not just select the lucky ones and let those who buy the amulets benefit first?

If it really works, the Tenji Shrine will be packed with people rushing to buy the amulets.

He had even already come up with a name for this amulet in his mind.

Seal Guard.

It's as if I can already see the people who bought these amulets proudly posting on Twitter, showing off how they got theirs.

"This is my first time playing as a newbie. I pulled these. Can the pros take a look and see if they're any good?"

"Just returned, does this count as graduating?"

"What? I got the item by giving away free tickets, does that mean someone still wants to spend real money?"

Yes, it definitely has a bright future.

Thinking of that scene, Shiraki Shun smiled.

It brought vitality and energy to everyone.

If the effect is outstanding, these seals will become the best signboard for the Ameji Shrine, attracting a steady stream of believers.

Furthermore, according to Japanese folklore, an amulet worn for a year will gradually lose its effectiveness due to contamination from external "qi," thus losing its divine power.

Therefore, one year after the amulet is sold, one must go to the shrine to make a vow.