Tokyo Gods Only Want Beautiful Priestesses

"Ok?"

Why would a male deity from Buddhism apologize on behalf of the Buddhist community for matters concerning the entire Buddhist community?

"Are you asking so few questions? When do you start work? You guys go find something to have fun."

Having grown accustomed to the lazy and carefree demeanor of the young man, the sudden change in his appearance startled Hanayama-in Haru, who even forgot to use honorifics.

"No, but..."

It was only because he saw the Jingu's interest in Benzaiten that he sent Benzaiten to the Jingu as an apology gift.

Inside the bud was a face even more beautiful than the flower itself, a man's face with his eyes tightly closed, as if he were still fast asleep.

Jingu glanced at the flowerpot under the table. It had been a large bud just moments before, but now it seemed to be growing very small, almost ready to bloom.

Before the envelope was opened, a letter and a photograph fell out.

Hanayama-in Haru inevitably ended her rambling thoughts about why the Shrine of the Gods had, for the first time ever, started doing cosplay of those characters, although I never liked having you guys cosplay under the bed again after that.

The shrine maiden opened the letter again, and the delicate handwriting below was quite elegant. Before even seeing the signature of Benzaiten, she roughly understood what was going on.

I mean, I've almost forgotten about Benzaiten. I feel like I'm lacking motivation lately. Maybe I'm just tired of eating abalone?

"It just came to mind suddenly. Changing the style often doesn't give the same feeling."

It's about treating the symptoms, regardless of how the little monk did it, as long as what he ate outside the shrine wasn't bad.

"What are you doing again?"

"Oh, right, Mr. Jingu, you still have something to give him. It's an apology gift that no one sent later, and I've been forgetting about it."

It's terrifying that such a large plant growth could be involved in such a thing.

"Huh? Today?"

People of a certain level are concerned with things of a certain level. Crises like the destruction of the world and the extinction of humanity are things that no more powerful minor deity would bother with.

Huashan Yuanchun was in high spirits and rummaged through the table for a while.

Although it's possible to apply the psychology of special individuals to the shrine, it's not very helpful for reference.

"Was that person really the culprit? How did they end up like that? And why did they force the plants to grow?"

Hanayama-in Haru hadn't read the contents, but seeing the change in Jingu's expression, she couldn't help but ask a question.

The sight of a human face amidst flowers was not particularly shocking to Hanayama Haru, who usually sat in an office. It was more of a horrifying image than anything else, as the scene possessed a strange kind of beauty.

Below the photo is a landscape where the sea and sky merge into one. Under the sea, the vermilion torii gate seems to divide two worlds, standing out uniquely beneath the water.

As for how Kukai persuaded Benzaiten, the shrine knows.

After much thought, Jingu realized the reason: he was indeed aroused when he saw people, but when he looked at them, his attention was diverted by the beautiful women around him.

However, it's very rare for me to cosplay characters. Once I start cosplaying, I lose the desire to perform or show off. I've been saying that I'd like to make a movie about it sometime soon.

"What? Who invited you?"

Chapter 220 Okay, okay, you're spying on me, huh?

Late at night, inside the solemn and dignified Zen temple.

The Okunoin, which was originally quite Zen-like during the day, now has a somewhat eerie and ghostly atmosphere.

The white tombstones lined both sides of the road, stretching deep into the dense forest, seemingly endless, as if something might suddenly leap out from them at any moment.

The young novice monk dared not look around; this was the rule, the rule of Shingon Buddhism, and even Esoteric Buddhism.

In Shingon Buddhism, Buddhist statues are usually placed in shrines or secret rooms because the statues are unusual and do not resemble the kind and benevolent image that people usually imagine.

Images such as the wrathful form of the Wisdom King, the ferocious Vajra image, and the unclothed consort are not shown to the public to prevent people from being ignorant and thus slandering Buddhism; they are only displayed at special Dharma assemblies.

He hurried to the depths of the Zen temple, where Kukai's remains were enshrined. Not daring to light a lamp, nor to look directly at them, the young monk lowered his head and whispered:

"Master, there is new information."

The withered, lifeless corpse came to life, its twisting joints cracking. The little monk, head bowed, listened to the sound and forced himself to remain calm.

"Oh? What is it again?"

The first half of the sentence sounded like the harsh sound of bones rubbing together, but the second half had transformed into the gentle voice of an old man.

"It's about Lord Benzai-ten."

The young monk finally raised his head. Kukai, with his kind and gentle face, sat there like an ordinary old man.

"The letter has been delivered, and that Dragon God should be going to Itsukushima Shrine soon."

Why are they so well-informed? Because, barring unforeseen circumstances, the shrine staff usually travels just like ordinary people.

He booked his trip directly with regular tickets and didn't even ask Hanayama Haru to arrange a private jet for him, showing he was really down-to-earth.

"Hmm... are you finally going after all this time?"

Kukai pondered. Although he had indeed convinced Benzaiten, things might change if he delayed. After so many days, things were bound to change, or others might interfere.

However, due to ideological issues, there were few women in Buddhism, so they could only rely on the three goddesses of Munakata from outside.

Let him think about whether there are any capable people left in the Buddhist community of Yingzhou.

Perhaps she could work? A name popped into Kukai's mind, but he hesitated.

That person doesn't have a good reputation, and it seems that the shrines prefer pure and innocent girls.

However, it's still best to have a backup plan, just in case something unexpected happens to Biancaitian.

Having made up his mind, Kukai stepped out.

"Don't panic, I'm going out to do some things."

After Kukai left, the atmosphere in Okunoin returned to its gloomy and silent state. The little monk shivered, lowered his head, and silently left.

At dawn, Jingu emerged from the residence of the Kazanin family.

I yawned, and before I even stepped out the door, I saw Su Woai standing there, looking like she was there to catch me cheating.

"Getting up so early, love?"

Faced with this situation, Jingu was completely calm; people always grow step by step.

From initial shyness and embarrassment, to gradually becoming thick-skinned, and finally growing into someone who is now free of guilt and even self-righteous.

"How can we catch you if we don't get up this early, Lord Jingu? You booked your plane ticket really early."

Su Wo Ai shook her phone.

The screen displays the exact same flight information as Jingu.

"You caught me! You're so clever, Ai."

While it's perfectly acceptable to stay out all night, or even spend the night at a close friend's house, it's still a bit embarrassing to suddenly go on a long trip without telling anyone.

The main problem is that the distance is hard to measure. For ordinary people, this is a long journey, but for the shrine, it's just like visiting a neighbor.

I prefer to travel in the usual way, simply for the enjoyment of a slower pace of life. After all, why be so stressed?

"Next time, at least call Ai first and tell her you're not coming home."

The little shrine maiden naturally took the shrine maiden's arm, clearly having dressed up carefully and prepared for a long journey.

How could I go on a long trip without taking her with me? I didn't even tell her, which made Su Wo'ai get up in the middle of the night to have someone check the schedule of the shrine.

The two got into the car and drove all the way to the airport. While collecting their tickets, they unexpectedly bumped into another figure.

"Fine, fine, so you left home early this morning without a word to secretly meet someone, huh? You wanted to go out and have some fun without telling everyone? You just wanted some time alone with your partner, didn't you?"

Tamamo-no-Mae, who had been lying in wait at the ticket counter, stood with her hands behind her back and condemned Suga Ai with a righteous and indignant expression.

However, her actions and thoughts could not be hidden from the clever little witch.

Suga Ai chuckled coldly twice, gesturing for Tamamo-no-Mae to take her hands out from behind her back.

"You're clearly faster than me, and you still have the nerve to call me that? Just hand it over honestly."

Before she even started acting, her true colors had already been exposed. Tamamo-no-Mae was somewhat discouraged. Had her acting skills really deteriorated to this extent?

She was also holding a plane ticket in her hands behind her back. When she saw the familiar flight information, Jingu couldn't help but cover her face.

Can't you guys give people some privacy? He just randomly booked a flight, how come everyone seems to know?

There's nothing that can be done about it. Just like celebrities are followed by paparazzi for every move they make, countless people are concerned about every action the shrine takes. There are even people specifically assigned to investigate the shrine's activities in human society every day.

"Actually, Kaguya knew as well as Narukami, but Kaguya felt it was pointless to bully women, and Narukami felt that you must have your reasons for not bringing her, so neither of them came."

Tamamo-no-Mae seemed to want to justify her actions, but the way she gripped the plane ticket betrayed her true thoughts.

Good grief, it's just that I didn't go back for a day? You guys have investigated me thoroughly!

Jingu began to doubt whether her insistence on integrating into society and enjoying a slow-paced life was the right thing to do.

Even if I go back and ask Kayama Haru to keep my information confidential, it won't do any good. I can protect myself from outsiders, but I can't protect myself from my own people.

"Fine, since we're here, let's go together. I'm clearly here to do something important, but you guys are acting like I'm going out to play behind your backs."

Tamamo-no-Mae simply chuckled twice at the shrine's remarks. Whether she went out to play or to do something serious, she knew perfectly well in her heart.

It's okay to lie to them, but don't lie to yourself too.

After successfully boarding the plane, amidst the noise of the turbulence, Tamamo-no-Mae and Suga Ai both chose to wear noise-canceling headphones and close their eyes to rest. They would arrive at their destination in just a few hours.

Jingu glanced at the magazine on the plane and suddenly thought of some rather hellish things.

Itsukushima Shrine is located on Itsukushima Island, also known as Miyajima. However, the region to which Miyajima belongs is extremely famous, not much less so than Tokyo.

That is something that has left a significant mark on human history and opened a new chapter in human history.

His name is: Little Boy.

Chapter 221 One must have integrity as a person

"Dear passenger, your flight has arrived at the destination. Please disembark through the front door. Have a pleasant journey, thank you!"