From Earthbound Spirit to Tokyo Evil

"Yui-chan, did you transfer from Toou High School? I heard that place is scary?"

"Wow, Yui, your phone is the latest model? I'm so envious of you!"

"Yui, do you have a line? Add me now!"

……

what happened?

What happened to bullying the newbies?

Why are you all surrounding me as soon as the get out of class is over?

You high school girls have no martial ethics!

Xia Chuan endured the noise attack from hundreds of ducks and carefully observed the expressions of the girls around him.

Some people did look disdainful, even a little unhappy, but they didn't seem to have any special fighting power. Most of them were doing their own things in the distance, not interested in this, or just looking over but not coming over. The ones who took the initiative to approach Yui Aoki seemed to be ordinary girls who were friendly and enthusiastic. Xia Chuan deliberately observed the ones who looked more prestigious, and they didn't seem to have any special hostility.

At least not this day.

However, Natsukawa decided not to take it lightly. For several days in a row, he kept his attention on Yui Aoki and secretly eavesdropped on his classmates' comments and discussions about her.

Of course there are people who say weird things, but the degree is still acceptable, just the complaints and rants of adolescent girls.

Soon, when people gradually discovered that Yui Aoki's academic performance was average, her sports skills were average, she had no literary and artistic temperament, did not like to chase stars and did not watch popular variety shows, did not have many common topics with them, did not pose any threat to the priority status of some of them in the class, and did not even participate in any clubs, the initial enthusiasm quickly dissipated.

Yui Aoki tried hard to get familiar with two or three girls who were in similar situations as her and had meals with them, but they could never become friends; they were just classmates she could talk to.

However, this also made Yui Aoki, who was used to being isolated and bullied, excitedly discuss with Natsukawa on the way home.

Seeing her happy look, Xia Chuan finally gave up the more than a hundred ideas he had previously had.

Compared to other girls, her life was destined to be extraordinary after she developed a bond with Xia Chuan, so there was nothing wrong with being a little ordinary now.

Neither of them mentioned quitting their part-time job at Tsuruso. After school, Yui Aoki went home to change clothes, rushed to Tsuruso to work, and then came back to complete her homework under Natsukawa's supervision and guidance.

No one knew where the secret was revealed, but one day Matsujugoro suddenly asked, "Are you going back to school?"

Aoki Yui hesitated for a moment: "Yes. But please rest assured, it will not affect my work!"

Matsushige Goro didn't say anything else, but from that night on, he would start urging her to change her clothes and leave in a harsh tone a few minutes before eight o'clock every night. He would also always prepare a large and different lunch box for her, saying that he accidentally made too much and let her take it away.

The huge and delicious bento soon became Yui Aoki's symbol in the class, and made her the focus of the girls' lunch time again. Although most of them just came to get something to eat, she finally made a few friends.

As a result, the God is far inferior to a cook who can never say a nice word when it comes to helping high school girls make friends.

But the god, whose self-esteem was severely hurt, could not do anything about this matter. In the end, he could only hold his nose and help the cook quietly eliminate some hidden dangers in his body. When he was free, he would solve minor physical problems for those regular customers.

Just think of it as a way to practice when you have nothing to do and get familiar with the human body structure.

The angry god comforted himself in this way.

People like Matsushige Goro deserve to be a cook until he dies!

Chapter 60 Qigong Master Sato

[Your next task is to find a suitable venue somewhere else, rent it, and use it as a place for preaching. From now on, all blessing ceremonies will be held in those temporary venues. To ensure safety, Sato, you should change your name.]

After resting in the small shrine for several days, Kentaro Sato finally received his mission again. However, the content of this mission surprised him a little.

There is nothing wrong with changing the name. Japanese people will change their names and change their environment when they have nothing to do and want to escape from their original life. But... what does God want?

[Sato, don't let me down]

"Yes!" Kentaro Sato answered in surprise.

With the previous foundation of more than 10 million, it is not a big problem to rent a long-vacant warehouse, factory or auditorium as a temporary shrine.

Sato originally wanted to run to a farther place, but considering the reaction and flying speed of crows, Natsukawa finally chose a training school that had been vacant for a long time in Takinogawa, Kita-ku, as the location for the temporary shrine from among several alternative sites he had brought.

He sent out a dozen mice that had swallowed the amulets and carried trace amounts of spiritual power. After confirming that there were no Akasaka people moving around, and there seemed to be no aliens living around, Sato began to work on remodeling the layout of the training school.

Sato changed his name to "Kamo Hoyuki", which is said to be the surname of a famous figure in Neon legend.

Xia Chuan didn't understand the ins and outs of this, but this name was at least more impressive than the previous one, so he agreed.

Sato then registered and established a training school called "Takinogawa Chinese Qigong Health Training Institute". There are too many such fake training centers in Neon that sell health products under the banner of health. No one knows how many are established and closed every day, and they don't attract any attention at all.

One night half a month later, the reconstruction work was finally completed. He brought the sword that Xia Chuan had attached a hundred strands of spiritual energy to that place and respectfully placed it in the shrine. All preparations were finally ready. Then, the newly-minted Kamo priest brought along the family of believers that he had developed with great difficulty and embarked on the road of secret missionary work.

Since there were only a few core believers, Xia Chuan generously prepared an amulet with ten strands of spiritual energy for each of them, so that he could provide them with help and confirm that they were not being targeted by anyone, and whether they were saying bad things about him behind his back or leaking secrets.

As the head of the family, Hiroshi Nakai is the best missionary spokesperson. When he put his previous physical examination report and current one in front of the subjects carefully selected by Kamo, the patients and their families who were already in despair immediately made their choice.

Neon is a place that is too convenient for the development of secret cults. Most people are pan-believers, who are not opposed to any religion or god, and can easily accept all kinds of punishments for disobeying and betraying gods. When they saw with their own eyes that those who were already half-paralyzed and unable to move had obvious improvements immediately after the Kamo Palace priest prayed for them, they became believers of Natsukawa Daimyojin almost without resistance.

Although this god's habits were a bit strange, and different from the practices of the Shinto sect they were familiar with in their daily lives, and more inclined to the practices of new religions, it never emphasized the status of the priest as the spokesperson of the god, nor established the position of the leader, but constantly emphasized the magic of Natsukawa Daimyojin to the believers.

But because everyone could actually see the miracles, and because this god was not as hard-working as other new religions in amassing wealth, and only required believers to do what they could and do what they wanted, and even explained to everyone through the words of Kamo priest more than once that the amount of donations did not represent devotion to God, and that only sincere prayers and thanksgiving would gain God's recognition, the believers came to recognize this new god at a faster rate, and began to pray to God for everything other than health.

"What does your son's college entrance examination next year have to do with me? Am I going to help him cheat?" Looking at Emama's wish, Natsukawa was a little amused.

However, it seems that I can really help him cheat? But, as a god, why should I care about such trivial matters?

"I hope my husband can get a promotion and a raise?"

This is even more unreliable. Can I threaten him in his boss's dream?

【Sato】

"Yes." Kamo Ho-gyoguji, who had changed his name but was still not remembered by the gods, responded hurriedly.

Although he couldn't understand some of Natsukawa's instructions, he had no reason to complain as the owner of a bankrupt small shrine could suddenly achieve what he has today.

With the veneration of hundreds of believers and an income of more than 100,000 yuan per day, although most of it was not for his use, he finally bought back the house he had mortgaged before and moved back home, no longer having to live in the office of the social affairs office and the training institute. If everything went well, it would not be too difficult for him to find a good woman among the believers and start a family again.

What more could he ask for from a true god? Could he expect the leaders of new religions to do whatever they wanted?

The point is, the god he serves is not a good-tempered god. They have all witnessed a believer who did not take the secret-keeping rules seriously and boasted about the shrine's affairs to his relatives and suddenly suffered a stroke and became half paralyzed. This believer and his family now go to the training center every day to pray for forgiveness, but Kamo has received a clear answer from the god that this punishment will continue for at least one or two months until everyone remembers this matter firmly and the person involved deeply reflects on his mistakes.

Our place is by no means a shrine, much less a Shinto sect. Instead, it is a clean and honest Qigong training center where we do things and put what we learn into practice. All the patients whose health has improved after studying here have done so as a result of their serious Qigong practice!

[These wishes are getting more and more exaggerated. You should talk about them in your daily life instead of writing all kinds of nonsense on them! ]

"That..." Kentaro Sato hesitated for a moment, but decided to speak up. "God, it's their business what they want to write, but you don't have to take it seriously. You know, most gods in this world will not respond to the prayers of believers. No matter what they write or how much money they donate, they will get nothing in the end. God, this is the only real holy place in the world. I believe they will not be dissatisfied with it! Of course, as God's chief priest, I will definitely reprimand them severely and let them always remember this! Please rest assured."

Well, now that he said that, it seems to be true.

Xia Chuan couldn't help but begin to reflect on himself deeply.

Hadn't I already thought about becoming an evil god who does whatever he wants and will never be swayed by his followers?

Why am I going to look at their wishes and consider how to satisfy them?

I am really too kind. My bottom line as a human being... no, as a god is too high. This won't do. I must catch up with my predecessors as soon as possible!

[Sato, I was right about you. Come on, people like you will never be limited to this.]

"Yes!" Kentaro Sato answered happily.

[Work harder to develop believers... no, recruit students! ]

"Yes!" Kentaro Sato, a great Chinese Qigong master, responded loudly.

Chapter 61 Being targeted by the paparazzi?

"A lot of people went in, mostly elderly people, with a few middle-aged people, and almost no teenagers." The man in the cap whispered into the microphone while sitting in the car. "What should we do? Wait for them to come out?"

"Don't they have a sign saying it says Qigong Institute? See if you can sneak in and take some photos." A man's voice came from the headphones.

"This will cost extra." said the man in the baseball cap.

"Got it. Be careful. Call the police immediately if anything goes wrong, okay?"

"I've been doing this longer than you." The man in the baseball cap said, and then he opened the car door and walked out. But he didn't notice that a mouse that had been waiting beside his car had taken this opportunity to sneak into the car.

The man in the baseball cap stuffed one hand into his pocket, his finger ready to press the emergency dial button at any time, and at the same time pretended to be doing nothing as he slowly walked towards the building across the street.

The believers did not notice him, but silently chanted the name of Natsukawa Daimyojin and lined up to walk inside. This day was the big day they had been looking forward to for a long time. Three lucky believers would be blessed by God. The seriously ill believers were full of hope, and their families were also praying desperately, hoping that this last prayer could help their loved ones win the favor of God.

The man in the baseball cap quickly blended into the crowd, but just as he was about to enter the gate, two people suddenly flashed out from the side and blocked him outside.

"Excuse me, who are you?"

The man in the peaked cap was very experienced, and the surprise on his face didn't look unusual at all: "Hey, isn't this a place to learn Chinese Qigong?"

"You're right. But we're on a membership basis here."

"Membership system? Is it that exaggerated?"

"Sorry, you can't enter if you're not a member. Please go back."

"I'm really interested in this. How do I apply to join?"

"This is our information. Please prepare the relevant documents according to the requirements, mail them to us, and then wait for review."

"Mail it? Don't you have an official website or something? Um, no trial classes?"

"Sorry, if you want to join, please go through the formalities first. Please go back."

The people around him looked at him with suspicion and hostility, which finally made the man in the baseball cap give up his efforts: "Okay, then I'll take a look at the membership requirements first."

"please!"

The man in the baseball cap walked away slowly, then seeing that no one was paying attention, he quickly returned to the car and dialed the same number again.

"That place must be a secret church! The way those people looked at me, they definitely couldn't be students from a qigong training school." He said excitedly. "What should I do? Should I report it?"

"Wouldn't it be better to threaten them first, get some money from them, and then report them to get another sum?" the person on the other end of the phone said. "Did you get their contact information?"

"I got a flyer with a phone number on it."

"That's fine, wait until they're done, take a few more pictures, and then come back."

"Okay." said the man in the baseball cap.

Is he neither a member of Akasaka nor any other alien, but a bounty hunter-like being?

Xia Chuan sat next to the baseball cap and thought about it.

It would be easy to kill this guy and pretend it was an accident or a sudden illness, but he still wanted to find out how this guy had noticed their problems and how he had bitten them, where his accomplices were hiding, and what information they had.

After all, he had only stumbled upon this suspicious person and heard his phone call while he was routinely switching back and forth between several observation points secretly arranged around the temporary shrine while waiting for the ceremony to begin.

Even if we want to kill him, we can't do it in this place. Otherwise, won't the police come directly to our door?

Such an unexpected incident made Xia Chuan absent-minded during the ceremony. He switched outside from time to time to check on the guy's condition. Finally, when everything was completed, he couldn't wait to switch back and sit next to the guy again to see what he wanted to do.

Seeing the believers starting to leave one after another, the guy put down the magazine in his hand, quietly raised his camera, and took pictures of all the people coming out. After the last believer left and no one else came out for more than ten minutes, he put down the camera and started the car.

Xia Chuan immediately started to tinker with his camera, and soon completely destroyed the memory card physically. Although he was very interested in whether this guy had captured anything else in his camera, Xia Chuan decided to be cautious.

The man's bag on the back seat was filled with all kinds of sundries, so Xia Chuan directed the mouse to crawl in and curl up under a camera lens.

The car headed south and soon got onto the elevated road, and the crow under Xia Chuan's command almost couldn't keep up. Such multi-line operations were rare for him. He could only keep taking note of road signs and landmark buildings in the car, and then switch to the crow to look for them from the air.

About half an hour later, the car got off the elevated road again, drove onto the ordinary street, then entered a secluded street and stopped in a parking lot next to a four-story building.

The crow controlled by Xiachuan finally caught up again.

The man began to throw the sundries thrown on the car into the bag, making the bag even more bloated. He couldn't even zip it up. He walked into the elevator with the bag slung over his shoulder, holding the camera in one hand and humming a song.

The elevator went directly to the roof.

very good.

"Kinoshita, you're finally back." He walked into the room, and the guy sitting in the corner who was using several computers at the same time stood up. "How is it?"

"I can't say all of them, but I took photos of at least 70% of them. At their age, even if they don't have savings, they will have retirement funds." The man in the peaked cap said proudly. "Blackmailing the church is too dangerous. How about we target individuals this time?"

"Smart!" The guys in the room were excited. "Even if only 20 or 30 people are willing to pay, we should be able to make millions! Hurry up!"

Kinoshita smiled and pulled out the memory card and handed it to him. After a few seconds, the other guy raised his head with a frown: "Are you sure?"

"What's wrong? Didn't take the photo well?"

"The card you gave me is bad!"

"Impossible?" Kinoshita checked the camera in surprise, then took the card and looked at it. "I flipped through it after taking the photo, how is this possible?"