I, the god, recruit witches to make money

I hope I can bear it.

No, I can definitely bear it.

According to his experience before he traveled through time, if a twenty-year-old man does not exercise once a day, he will not feel the weakness caused by physical overdraft until he is at least twenty-eight years old.

At that time, let alone once a day, even once a week would make me feel so tired that I couldn't bear it.

Being able to return to a youthful body now is really a good thing to celebrate with champagne.

Shiraishi once again thanked the being who sent him to this world for some unknown reason or the strange events caused by the coming of the God of Spring.

But when he first crossed over, he was cursing and had nothing nice to say.

Who could have made him not be transmigrated, nor was he reborn in Japan as a fetus? Instead, he turned himself back into a 17-year-old boy and traveled to Nohara City Park.

I only know a few words of Japanese. How can I communicate with people?

The strangeness and uneasiness of being in a foreign place made him panic, and at that time, the woman appeared.

Many times he complained about the woman's shortcomings.

But at that time, at that moment, Jing was truly an angel on earth, pulling him out of the quagmire of despair, leading him into the door to the world of cultivation, and solving the problem of unregistered residents.

"I don't know how she is doing now. I haven't had any contact with her. She is such a heartless woman."

Shiraishi muttered as he stepped onto the last step. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the wooden torii gate, and the roofs of the worship hall and the main hall were also covered with a layer of poetic gauze.

The evening breeze is gentle.

The leaves swayed on the branches, making rustling sounds.

If there was a young priestess sweeping the floor here now, and then saying, "Welcome back, Lord God."

How great would that be.

Bai Shi thought about it and looked forward to tomorrow more and more. He bypassed the worship hall and the main hall and went straight to the mansion in the back mountain.

The exterior is a standard Japanese-style building with two floors. The bedrooms are covered with tatami mats but there are no beds.

At first, he wanted to have money to buy a bed to sleep in, but gradually, he got used to it and even though he had money in his pocket, he didn't even think about buying a bed.

Habit is a terrible thing.

Bai Shi did not go directly through the main gate, but went around to the side courtyard.

There is a small pond here with lotus plants planted in groups of three or four. The frightened deer that often appears in Japanese dramas is pounding by the pond.

He walked out to the corridor, took off his shoes, walked a few steps to the living room where the interview was held, took out the lunch box he had bought, and pulled out a can of cold beer.

Without turning on the TV, I put my phone aside, opened YouTube, and watched a short video of movie commentary.

He chewed the fragrant rice mixed with the delicious herring soup in his mouth. The fish meat had a firm texture and was several times more delicious than the food he cooked himself.

Shiraishi finished his half-price bento and drank his ice-cold can of beer in one gulp. It was getting dark outside and the house was getting dark as well.

"Burp," he burped, stood up, found the light switch and turned it on.

A circle of warm light illuminated the room. He sat down at the desk again and began to sort out the resumes of today's interviewees.

There are a total of forty-four applications, forty-one of which have been confirmed to be unqualified. We will be waiting to call them tomorrow morning to inform them of the truth one by one.

He was very satisfied with the remaining three, and it was difficult to choose one among them. Their conditions were not much different.

How to choose?

Bai Shi thought about it and decided to conduct another round of screening and began to dial the mobile phone numbers reserved above.

Before the beep sounded, the call was connected. "Hello, are you the chief priest of Nohara Shrine?"

This rhetorical question snatched away Bai Shi's original line, so he could only touch his nose and say, "Well, I wanted to inform you."

The breathing sounds on the other end of the phone became noticeably heavier, showing the girl's nervousness.

Shiraishi pondered the wording and said, "Since the candidates for this interview are too outstanding, a total of three people have passed. I wonder if Miss Kannagi will be free to come over tomorrow for the final selection?"

"I know, what time does it start tomorrow?"

"Seven o'clock in the morning."

"Okay, I'll be here on time to eliminate the other two."

The girl's tone was full of confidence, as if she had already won.

Chapter 3 Their Encounter with Him

Rin Kaminagi is eager to prove herself.

Perhaps most mixed-bloods would have this idea, wanting to prove through hard work that their talents are not inferior to those of the so-called pure-bloods.

Before high school, she had been studying in London, England because of her father. She was bullied by the upper-class aristocratic groups all the time and became their errand boy.

If they don't obey, they will be threatened in various ways. She deeply envies and despises those boys who use magic.

I envy them because they are eligible to learn magic just because of their pure-blood noble status.

She despised them for wasting their time bullying her instead of studying magic properly.

She was eager to learn more than anyone else, but because of her half-blood identity, she was forbidden to learn any magic of the Pendragon family.

To prove her worth, she told her father that she wanted to return here in Japan.

My father agreed.

She originally thought she could get the Yin-Yang technique she wanted at Kaminagi's house, but the result was beyond her expectations.

Because she is half British, she is not accepted by the elders of the Kaminagi family.

It was thanks to his father's connections that the Kaminagi family business was saved, and with his mother's hard work, the Kaminagi Group was able to rank behind the six major chaebols.

That group of old stubborn people ate the food given by her parents, but they had no gratitude at all. They refused to teach her any Yin-Yang skills based on the so-called family rules.

The cowardly mother did not dare to resist them.

She has been back in China for more than a year, and if there is anything she has gained, it is that no one bullies her.

Unlike in Britain, gold is a noble color in the eyes of Japanese students.

She looks like the Buddha statue enshrined in the temple all year round and looks respected.

In fact, they are far isolated from the students.

When her life was in confusion, the housekeeper told her good news.

Nohara Shrine is recruiting shrine maidens.

It is a small shrine located in the countryside.

But the Lord God is a clergyman with great value, a formal member of the Soul Hunters, and his level is the lowest, lv.1, but he is not necessarily the weakest one.

The Soul Hunter app initially determined levels from lv1 to 9 based on strength.

The leveling mechanism was changed five years ago, and you can only upgrade to a higher level after completing the required number of exorcisms.

Shiraishi is a member who just registered this year. He places one order per month, so it is normal for him to have a low level.

Kaminagi Rin had guessed the true strength of this person in her heart, but she didn't care too much whether he was powerful or not.

As long as she can get in, she is confident that she will not lose to anyone.

When the time comes, she will let those guys who look down on her see who is the incompetent one.

……

April 18th, early morning.

At the foot of Nohara Shrine, a black extended Bentley drove from the side and stopped to the left of the torii.

Kaminagi Rin couldn't wait for the housekeeper to open the door, so she opened it herself, put one foot outside, stepped out, closed the door, and said casually, "Nakamura, wait here."

"Yes, miss." The butler answered dutifully.

She walked a few steps to the center of the stone torii and looked at the steps going up, there were about two hundred of them.

Kaminagi Rin's eyes narrowed, and she walked up from the middle, and soon she had reached more than thirty steps.

The tall trees can no longer block the view of the wooden torii gate on the top of the mountain.

"Hey, you can't walk in the middle of the shrine's approach. People have to walk on both sides. The middle is for the gods to walk."

A refreshing reminder came from behind.

Kaminagi Rin stopped and judged from the other person's voice that he was not very old. Thinking of the words of the Lord of God, this guy should be his competitor.

What kind of person?

She looked back.

The girl running down below was dressed like a man, about 1.76 meters tall, with a messy wild hairstyle that barely reached her shoulders.

He was wearing a simple black long-sleeved T-shirt and light blue jeans.

With a cup size estimated to be 36F, this outfit and hairstyle are full of feminine charm.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Kiryuin Meiya, so there's no need to thank me."

She had a bright smile on her face and looked like the type who could easily make friends with others.

Kaminagi Rin's delicate face, like a porcelain doll, sank. She was too lazy to explain to her that there were no gods in the shrine. She said in a tough manner, "Mind your own business. If the gods can walk the path, I can walk the path too."

"Haha, sorry."

Guilongyuan Meiya smiled, revealing her cute little fangs, "No wonder the Lord God has become hesitant, you are really excellent."

Kaminagi Rin frowned, feeling that this type of girl was very difficult to deal with.

She turned back and continued walking up.

Guilongyuan Meiya took a few steps forward, raised her hand and said hello: "We are competitors today, please give me your guidance."

Kaminagi Rin remained silent. She didn't believe in the nonsense that friendship came first and competition came second. She just wanted to defeat all her opponents and win.

This is everything to her. There is no need to talk about mutual respect with her opponents.

Seeing her indifferent attitude, Guilongyuan Meiya shrugged her shoulders, did not continue the conversation, and chose to speed up and run towards the top of the mountain.

The proud Kaminagi Rin would never allow the other to get ahead of her, so she also hurriedly ran. However, she was forced to stop in front of the top of the mountain after not running for long.

Damn, I was careless and forgot to wear a sports bra.

Her size is smaller than Kiryuin Misae's, but it's also 35d, so it's easy for her to swing around when she runs.

You can endure it, but it's meaningless. In just a short while, the other party has run to the top of the mountain.

There was no need for Kaminagi Rin to endure it, so she chose to walk quickly and reach the top of the mountain more slowly.

She pulled her cell phone out of her Chanel bag and saw the time was 6:57.

Three minutes to go.

Kaminagi Rin's eyes swept across the shrine, and her gaze fell on a girl who was guarding the money box. She had short black hair covering her ears, and her appearance was different from that lively guy. She looked quiet and gentle.

But a dog that bites doesn't bark.

Rin Kaminagi knew very well that some people looked weak, but they might be the ones who stabbed you hard at the critical moment.

She walked to the Komainu statue, leaned back, and flipped through her phone with her slender fingers, continuing to read some professional knowledge of the shrine maiden.

For example, the style of the Torii, the method of interpreting the divination, or what kind of god Okuninushi is, his birth and origin, other names, etc.

She memorized it last night and started reviewing it again on the spot to make sure there would be no mistakes.

The time is seven o'clock sharp.

The sound of wind was heard in the shrine.

Kaminagi Rin followed the source of the wind sound and caught a glimpse of a whirlwind not far ahead, which rolled up a lot of leaves.

With a snap of fingers, a whirlwind wrapped around the leaves spread out and blew up the girl's golden twin ponytails.

She waved away the leaves casually, staring at the God standing there without blinking.

He had black hair, a handsome face, and a somewhat clean scholarly air. He was not wearing the clothes of a priest, but casual home clothes, and on his feet were a pair of flip-flops.

"Good morning."