I, the god, recruit witches to make money

"Ha ha!"

Kawamura sat up suddenly, his eyes widened as he said, "Are you scared? Little boy, I still have a long life."

"No."

Bai Shi replied stubbornly.

The wrinkled skin on Kawamura's face just now swayed in the wind because he suddenly stood up, and his wide-open eyes were scary in every sense of the word.

He almost wanted to physically wipe the other person out.

"You're lying. You're obviously frightened. You even took a step back."

"That's because you're drunk."

Shiraishi retorted, "Don't joke with your life when you're old. If you really die one day, I'll see if you'll regret it."

"Haha, it doesn't matter, just be happy."

Kawamura laughed, showing no fear of death like an old man. "Don't make me rush to your house for the early summer festival next year."

“Why don’t you just buy a smartphone?”

"I don't need it."

Kawamura took out his old cell phone and said with pride, "Unlike your fragile stuff, my baby is very hard and can even crack walnuts."

“Cellphones are not for cracking walnuts.”

Shiraishi complained and did not continue to persuade the stubborn old man. He turned and left Kawamura's house. As soon as he went out, he used the Dragon Step to return to the shrine.

He wants to count how much money he earns today.

Chapter 49: When No One Is Around, Chuuniburi Is People's Freedom

When Shiraishi returned to the shrine's residence, the lights in the corridors and bedrooms on the ground floor were still on. It was obvious that they were afraid that he would come back and not see them, so they left them on purpose.

In fact, he would not be affected by the darkness, but this heartwarming gesture of leaving the lights on still made his heart warm.

There was a thermos cup at the bedroom door, with a note on it. The beautiful handwriting was obviously written by Jun Komori.

He unscrewed the thermos cup and the fragrant hot steam filled his nose. He didn't rush to drink the sobering soup and walked into the bedroom.

The money earned today was neatly folded and placed beside the spread mattress. There was a piece of paper underneath with a series of numbers on it.

Bai Shi had a wry smile on his face. They were so considerate that they even helped count the money out of fear that he would be tired.

But counting money is one of the few pleasures for men.

He looked at the amount on the note and saw that the total amount was 530,000 yen and the remainder was 7,900 yen.

Adding this to my current savings, the total is 1.04 million. I don’t even need to count the decimals, it will be all gone in a few days.

The cost of supporting them is not low. The minimum monthly consumption for each person is 30,000 yen. There must be meat and vegetables for every meal, and we have to buy some snacks occasionally.

Thanks to the fact that the shrine is his house and has a pool, he is able to save on rent and water bills and only has to pay the electricity bill every month.

This summer, electricity bills are a considerable expense.

Taking into consideration the fact that Guilongyuan Meisae was afraid of heat and sweated easily, he might have to install an air conditioner.

Of course Kaminagi and Komori are indispensable.

Shiraishi could use the butterfly transformation technique to keep the shrine in spring, but he felt it was unnecessary to change the natural weather for such a small matter. If money could solve the problem, it should be solved with money.

"This is another expense, but it's a big step closer to our target of 278.3 yen."

Shiraishi thought that in October, there would be a festival at Nohara Shrine, which was the farewell festival.

I don't know who made up this story, but it said that in October, eight million gods in Japan will gather at Izumo Taisha Shrine for a meeting.

As a result, except for Deyun Grand Shrine, other places all call October "Kannazuki".

Nohara Shrine holds a farewell festival in early October every year. Although the scale is not as large as the early summer festival, it is also a source of income.

Plus the soul hunting orders and the short videos that might go viral.

Shiraishi believes that he will be able to achieve his goal of buying a car by the end of the year. In another six months, he plans to go racing on the Isle of Man and experience the speed and passion.

"Take your time." He stretched and took another sip of the hangover soup. It was so sweet that he took a picture of the money with his mobile phone without putting it away.

With him around, no one can steal the money from this bedroom, no matter where you put it.

He quickly took off his hunting robe and black gauze hat, and slipped into the bathroom, where he ran the water at 31 degrees warm. If it was too hot, he would sweat, but if it was too cold, it would not be a good bath.

"Comfortable." He cried out, took two more sips of the hangover soup, leaned back in the bathtub, and used his phone to send Jing a video of the Kagura dance and a photo of the banknotes with one hand, "Today is a great harvest."

The other party didn't reply, but he didn't care and jumped to the YouTube short video. Someone sent him a private message urging him to update, and he answered with the same words, "It will be soon."

In fact, he has no inspiration on what kind of short video to shoot, and the specific date for it to be released is still tentative.

No rush, it’s only early June.

He decided to hang on for a few more days.

……

The next day.

In the early morning, when many people are still in bed, the summer sun has already risen and is casting its rays on the earth.

After sweeping the floor of the shrine, Kaminagi Rin did not wake up the chief priest. He slept so late yesterday and drank alcohol, so it was better to let him sleep a little longer.

They left Bai Shi's breakfast and started to practice on their own.

From the time when the early summer festival was decided until now, she has been practicing Kagura dance and has not even touched the hilt of a sword, so she might be a little rusty about it and she will just have to get back into shape as soon as possible.

She hurried to the side of the mansion.

Cans were hung on the bars, swaying in the wind. She held the handle of Raikiri's knife in her right hand, her eyes became sharp, and her mind automatically transformed the scene.

I imagined myself standing in the empty wilderness like in the Edo drama, with those cans transformed into sword-wielding warriors, glaring at me covetously.

"The Wind Flow of the All-Seeing God: Mirage Wind."

She read out the names of the moves. After all, it wasn't an actual combat move, so she could just show off in secret to create more of a good atmosphere.

He stepped forward, pulled out the sword and swung it. The sharp spiritual pressure went straight to the hilt from his right arm and extended the blade outward. Buzz, the breeze begged for mercy at the tip of the sword.

Click.

The can cracked in the middle, with the tip of the knife one centimeter away from it. She was stunned, she didn't expect it to be so easy.

Then, she remembered what the Lord God said, that dancing is also a form of spiritual practice, "So it's true."

Kaminagi Rin practiced Kagura dance simply with the intention of repaying the Lord God, and never considered Kagura dance as a practice.

Looking at the mirror-smooth cut, she was filled with joy. She glanced at the cans again, raised her head, and said coolly, "You are already dead."

"what are you doing?"

A voice floated from the corridor.

Kaminagi Rin's face turned red, and she said in panic: "God, Lord God, why are you awake? No, when did you stand there and look at me?"

"You said that you were already dead, and the time was earlier than this."

Bai Shi deliberately repeated what she had just said and imitated the gesture of raising her head and the proud look in her eyes.

Kaminagi Rin blushed to her earlobes, and her toes in the white tabi were so embarrassed that she buckled them, wishing she could make two holes in her sandals. She explained, "I said that so that I can train better."

"Okay, I understand how you feel. Everyone has had that experience when they were young. When there's no one around, they suddenly throw a punch in front of them and imagine the scene of mountains and rivers being shattered."

Shiraishi answered with a serious face.

Kaminagi Rin's face turned even redder. The reason she did that was simply because she was bullied by the nobles in England, had no friends, and played alone all year round, which led to her having a rich imagination.

Later I discovered that this kind of imagination, if applied to cultivation, is closer to actual combat, but it is not easy to explain to others.

"Don't be embarrassed. Now that you have learned Mirage Wind, the next step is the third move of the Wanxiang Shenfeng Style."

Bai Shi snapped his right fingers to divert her attention and said, "The name of the third move is Dragon Roar. Watch carefully, sword."

An ordinary samurai sword appeared in his palm. He held it in one hand and swung it forward as if drawing the sword.

Woohoo~

Kaminagi Rin heard a low and melodious sound, very pleasant to hear, like the roar of a dragon, and an invisible wind blew up the cans.

With a crackling sound, the cans were crushed and the ropes broke one after another.

"Dragon Roar is a combination of the first move, Tornado, and the second move, Mirage. It is a long-range attack."

In terms of the art of killing, any attack that can reach a distance of one meter outside the blade is considered a long-range attack.

Flying a sword to kill the enemy from thousands of miles away belongs to the category of Taoist magic, not the art of killing.

"This technique is the same as the mirage. You need to pour your spiritual pressure into the wind created by the tornado. You need to practice diligently."

Bai Shi gave a reminder, and the shredded cans seemed to have magnetic force and gathered together again and hung on the bar.

Kaminagi Rin abandoned her shyness and nodded, "I understand."

"Come on," Shiraishi turned and went to the courtyard to guide Kiryuin Misae's training.

ps: Thanks for the reward from Mr. Fan

ps: Please keep reading, the second round will only be more intense!

Chapter 50 Competition brings motivation

The spiritual school and the mind school have different methods of cultivation, but they also have something in common, which is to temper one's own will.

The Nian School uses meditation to strengthen one's will, so that the magic thoughts cannot be easily cracked by others and the spells are more powerful.

The spiritual school is to cultivate one's own spiritual power, develop a firm will, and create an indestructible spiritual pressure.

The Kagura dance created by Akira Takayanagi lasts for four hours. It is not for pleasing anyone, but its real purpose is to hone oneself.

I want to ensure that I can continue to perform the boring and repetitive dance for four hours without feeling irritated and express myself.

It takes a very strong will to overcome the above conditions.

They barely met the standard.

Therefore, even though Kaminagi Rin hadn't touched a sword for a long time, she was still able to inject her own spiritual pressure into the wind that was cut by the tip of the sword.

Kiryuin Misae hadn't practiced boxing for a long time. When she practiced again, even the Tenryu·Thunder Killing Method was useless. She just used spiritual pressure plus her five-stage striking method.

The block of iron turned into a statue as desired, with a vague appearance but human limbs and body shape.

"Success!"

Guilongyuan Meiya cheered, turned her head, and shouted excitedly: "Master Shenzhu, look quickly."

"Yeah, I saw it."

Bai Shi walked out from the corner of the corridor. It was early in the morning and he hadn't even brushed his teeth yet. He was about to instruct them on the next step. "After you pass this level, you can continue to hit the wooden man."

"Eh? Hitting the wooden man again?"

Kiryuin Meisai blinked her big almond-shaped eyes, a puzzled look appeared on her wheat-colored face as she asked, "Why is my training going backwards?"

“The so-called strong are those who are born through boring training day after day. Even if you are at the top of the white fight, you still have to hit the wooden man.”

Shiraishi scratched the back of his head, ignored her pouting expression, and turned to open the sliding door to the living room.

He hasn't figured out the next step of training yet, so he can only use the wooden man to fool around.

It’s all because of the Ise Shrine’s Tenryu Thunder Killing Method, which has no specific moves. It simply allows the user’s spiritual pressure to be greatly enhanced, supplemented by lightning to increase the lethality.

The only thing he could do was to think about how to improve Kiryuin Miya's resistance to lightning or spiritual pressure through some kind of training.

Guilongyuan Meisai looked at his departing back and always felt that she was being fooled by a seemingly reasonable logic.

But the Lord God said so, so she had no choice but to come to her "old friend" whom she hadn't seen for a long time and said, "Please give me your guidance."

Guilongyuan Meiya patted the wooden man with her hands, put down her sleeves with both hands, turned them outward from the snow-white collar, and let her shirt hang down.

The white tights covered the front, leaving the arms and back exposed to the cool air.

She raised her right hand and waved it, spiritual pressure burst out, lightning jumped in the air, white air currents covered her body surface, and the surging spiritual pressure poured into her limbs.

boom.