I cultivate a deity in Tokyo

Back at the shrine.

After greeting the gods and checking on Kokonoe Reina's physical condition.

Shiraki Shun took out his phone and glanced at the messages on LE.

Yesterday, Shiraki Shun filmed a video of the black table he got from the Mahjong Demon and sent it to Hanekawa Arashi.

I asked him to help investigate the origin of this item.

After a day of waiting, Yu Chuanlan's message finally arrived.

Shiraki Shun scrolled through the pages bit by bit.

Based on Yu Chuanlan's reply, it can now be confirmed that this is indeed a divine artifact.

However, the specific function of this divine artifact is currently unknown.

Because it has already been defiled by a demon, it cannot be used.

In response, Yu Chuanlan suggested that, as in the past, the matter be handed over to the Exorcism Alliance for purification.

Shiraki Shun pondered the suggestion for a while.

He remembered that Yuukawa Arashi had mentioned that the purification of divine artifacts involved them being recovered by the Exorcism Alliance, then being re-enshrined, and taking a long time to be purified.

Offer it up

Could it be that the purification of divine artifacts is related to the power of will?

Shiramu Jun's spirits lifted immediately.

My magical power has already acquired some characteristics of the power of will!

For example, it could be used to establish a divine kingdom.

Then, can it be used to purify divine artifacts?

Shiraki Shun had a sudden thought.

He opened his palm.

A round bead, about the size of a walnut, with streaks of dark, ominous energy emanating from its inside, rolled around in his palm.

This bead is the very thing that the dark, ancient square table transformed into after it exhausted its demonic power.

Shiraki Shun held the bead and went to the water fountain.

Tesumi-sha is a place where worshippers at the shrine purify themselves and cleanse themselves of worldly impurities.

That should also help with the purification of divine artifacts.

He picked up the bamboo tube that was set aside and scooped out about half a tube of water.

However, he did not immediately pour the magic into the bamboo handle, but instead gripped it tightly and began to infuse it with magical power.

As magic power was injected, the water, which had been rippling, gradually calmed down, becoming like a silver mirror that had been settling for a long time.

Shiraki Shun let out a soft breath.

Cover your wrist.

Intense silver light then poured out from inside the bamboo tube.

In an instant, the viscous, churning black energy inside the bead seemed to be driven away by the silver light. After struggling violently for a moment, it was completely suppressed.

In just a few breaths, it was completely washed away.

When the last drop of water fell from the bamboo tube, it revealed a smooth, amber-like sphere inside.

A cool sensation emanated from the part that came into contact with the skin, reflecting countless magnificent colors in the setting sun.

Is this a divine artifact?

Looking at the sparkling little bead, Shiramu Jun was somewhat surprised.

With a flick of the finger, the beads swayed gracefully at the fingertip.

With a try-it-and-see attitude, Shiramu Jun attempted to infuse it with magical power.

The moment the magic entered the bead, it emitted a strange color.

After the light calmed down, an antique square table, shrouded in mist, appeared in front of Shiraki Jun.

Amidst the clouds and mist, lines of divine text flickered.

After just a quick glance, Shiramu Jun roughly understood the function of this divine artifact.

"A match will be played, and the winner will have the right to dispose of the loser's soul."

Furthermore, any damage taken during the match will be nullified after the match ends.

Seeing this, Shiraki Jun couldn't help but feel a little fortunate.

If I had recklessly sat down at that time, I would probably have been in a very dangerous situation.

Is this a divine artifact?

It's a bit scary.

Leiming Temple, Taitung District.

Night fell.

On the table, some dim candlelight illuminated the small but very clean Buddhist shrine.

On the prayer mat, the old abbot sat cross-legged beneath the golden statue of Buddha, his lips moving as he softly paid homage to the Buddha.

On another futon, Hanekawa Arashi sat cross-legged.

Facing the golden Buddha statue, she wore a thoughtful expression on her pretty face.

The old abbot glanced over casually and keenly noticed Yu Chuanlan's unusual behavior.

His heart tightened.

Could this strange state be...?

A sudden realization?

He nodded immediately.

Right.

Yu Chuanlan has been practicing Buddhism for nearly ten years.

It's only natural that one might occasionally have a flash of inspiration, gain some enlightenment about Buddhist teachings, and understand some principles.

Thinking of this, the old abbot, though showing signs of age, still looked at Yu Chuanlan with his sharp eyes.

After a long while, Yu Chuanlan sighed, slowly lowered her eyes, and stared blankly at the empty space in front of the futon.

Despite his nervousness, the old abbot's voice was surprisingly calm as he asked the question without haste.

"Xinmei, what were you thinking about just now?"

Hane Kawai seemed startled, but quickly came to her senses.

"Huh? This?"

It seems he has indeed gained some insight, but is currently stuck in his throat and unable to express it.

The old abbot was secretly pleased, but still patiently guided him, "Don't be impatient. Just follow your heart and speak it out word by word."

"I understand."

Looking at the abbot's back under the ancient lamp, Yu Chuanlan felt a little ashamed and spoke.

"Reporting to the abbot."

"I'm thinking about what kind of bento I should prepare for the trip the day after tomorrow."

What?

The unexpected answer almost made the old abbot's back hurt.

Is making bento boxes such a troublesome thing?

Although he was somewhat surprised, he did not show it and continued to ask questions.

Are you going out the day after tomorrow?

"Yes, she calls me to go to Mount Takao to see the autumn leaves every night."

The old abbot seemed to instantly realize something, and said calmly, "It shouldn't be just Ye Ye, right?"

Although her apprentice doted on her younger sister, she knew her sister's tastes very well and didn't have to worry about what kind of bento to choose.

"Yes, and one of Yaya's friends," Yuukawa Arashi nodded.

"And Shiraki-kun."

The words "Bai Mujun" immediately enlightened the abbot.

He spoke calmly.

"Kokoro, tell me about this Shiraki-kun."

"Hmm, he's a very outstanding person." Yu Chuanlan pondered, beginning to organize her thoughts.

"She has a very gentle and considerate personality, yet possesses magical power beyond her years, but she is not arrogant."

"Do not covet money, do not seek fame, and have a compassionate heart."

"And it looks very good." As she finished speaking, Hanekawa Arashi's voice grew softer and softer, and her face turned slightly red.

Looking at the old abbot's face, which held a faint smile, she quickly offered her explanation.

"Abbot, I know you might not believe me."

"However, I'm not exaggerating. Shiraki-kun really is that kind of person. If there's a chance, I'll bring him to meet you."

"How could I not believe it?" The old abbot shook his head and turned the prayer beads in his hand.

As if Yuukawa Arashi's words had touched a memory deep within him, he raised his head, faced the golden statue of Buddha, and revealed a kind smile.

"I was like that when I was young."

Chapter 81 Medicine King Temple is About to Be Fired