After leaving the apartment, Aragaki Yoshima was still savoring the charm of that move.

The light is radiant and the evil spirits are instantly eliminated!

"The light of the right way, the light of the right way, the light of the right way... is a good name."

"The light of the righteous path shines on the earth and eliminates the resentful spirits that harm the world." Aragaki Yoshima couldn't help but recall that there were several moves in the Hiren Sect that were similar to the light, sound and light effects of the righteous path, but they were not as bright and dazzling.

"The Mito Priest must have a full sense of righteousness in his heart, so that he can be so young and promising. The Mito Priest, the little monk, is far inferior to you!"

This time it was not a commercial hype. Monk Xinyuan really admired Mido Hayato's ability to eliminate evil spirits with ease and comfort.

"It seems that people with true virtue and ability are not only in Tokyo, Kyoto, but also in the wild."

Mido Hayato did not reverse the wrong concept of Monk Xinyuan. He took the reward he had just received from Emiko, a bulging envelope.

Just touching the width of the envelope with your hands made Hayato Mizuto unable to help but want to chant Amitabha for this lady.

Anyway, Japan has long been engaged in the combination of gods and Buddhas, and the local traces are gone, so it is nothing wrong for him, a priest, to say Amitabha Buddha.

"Master Xinyuan, this is Miss Fushan's reward. You and I each take half of it. How about it?"

Open the envelope, the number of 10,000 yuan in banknotes is twice as much as the 500,000 apology in the shrine before.

Emiko Fukuyama should have stuffed one million.

She is worthy of being a rich woman... Miss Fukuyama who knows the general.

"Ah? No need, the monk did not exert any effort throughout the whole process..."

Before Aragaki Yoshima's dialect was finished, Mito Hayato had already received the envelope in his arms.

He is worthy of being a monk from Tokyo. Even if he is rich, he doesn’t care even if he doesn’t care about 500,000!

We must re-examine Tokyo people. Tokyo people have always been able to be rich.

"Amitabha."

Looking at Mito Hayato's refreshing and neat movements, Aragaki Yoshima swallowed the humble words he was about to say.

Five hundred thousand, that’s five hundred thousand!

Why did the Mizuto priest stop without giving in? This... is just focusing on cultivation, but short of human nature!

No, Mito Hayato is really short of money.

"The little monk came here by car. The Mito priest probably doesn't have a driver's license yet. Do you need the little monk to send you home?"

Aragaki Yoshima was afraid that Mito Hayato would open his mouth to answer, "Okay."

Fortunately, Mido Hayato shook his head: "Thank you for your kindness, but I still have some things to do in Tokyo."

It is fake if something happens in Tokyo, and Hayato Mizuto just doesn't want this special monk to approach the Shrine of the Waste Spirit.

"Mito priest, the little monk left first."

"The little monk is going back to the temple to report this ghost to the abbot. Tiger monsters are rarely heard of in Japan, let alone monsters. They are probably foreign monsters and are difficult to deal with."

"It's really a turbulent time. The meteorite is still hanging in the sky, and another tiger demon has emerged, alas."

Not only foreign monks are good at chanting scriptures, but it seems that monsters are the same.

There are no tigers in Japan, but there were wolves, but they have been captured and killed. The remaining ferocious beasts are bears, boars, and monkeys.

Watching Aragaki Yoshima drive away in the imported luxury left-hand rudder car, Mizuto Hayato sighed in his heart that it is really rich to be a monk, especially a monk in Tokyo.

Most Japanese drive right rudder vehicles, while left rudder vehicles are basically imported vehicles, which are symbols of status.

Therefore, even if the rich people in the capital are awkward to drive, they will insist on driving the left-hand rudder that represents their identity.

In addition to politicians who are both authorized and in charge, the most legal and profitable business in Japan is to open a temple.

Not to mention the small profits of flying heads such as exorcism and consecration, the big heads from the temple are funeral ceremonies, which will be charged a sum of money for you when you are free, and a sum of money for funeral rituals when you are buried. The cost is generally ranging from hundreds of thousands of yen to one million.

When you give the deceased a Dharma name, you will receive another sum of money. The money for the Dharma name is as low as 100,000, and the money for the Dharma name is as high as 100,000. The specific one depends on the reputation of the temple and monk - this is the Dharma name fee.

After paying the one-time fee, our temple cleans you every year. Do you have to pay some management fees? - This is the permanent support fee and the annual management fee.

Of course, the biggest thing is to buy a cemetery. No matter how cheap the cemetery is, it will start with millions of dollars, and the area is pitifully small.

With such a set of services, it costs at least four to five million yen, and if you pay more attention, you will have to exceed tens of millions.

But how much money can an ordinary family make in a year?

And if you are a believer from other religions and do not believe in Buddhism, so you are not going to be buried in a temple?

Sorry, the tombs across the country are monopolized by our temples. If you don’t want to bury them here, just hang them up.

As for the view that Japanese people believe in whatever they believe in during their lifetime, they must become Buddhists after their death?

It is purely a fallacy, this is forced by reality, because this industry is completely monopolized in the hands of monks, and no ordinary people can be buried except for temples.

Every year, the death population becomes the income of the temple, and the underworld is clearly produced and plays the business, making people feel free to have no temper.

There are only poor priests, but there are absolutely no poor temple abbots.

"I want to make a great ambition." A light shone in Mito Hayato's eyes.

"Let the Tokyoites be buried in my shrine after their death and become the Japanese underworld real estate tycoon Wang Olin!"

With such a grand goal, Mido Hayato guessed that he might be able to achieve it by relying on the system in his lifetime.

Therefore, we must do more good deeds and accumulate vows.

"However, what is the point of starting from the acquisition of systematic judgment of the voluntary power?"

"If we look at it from a human perspective, we have not only become a gangster, but also Ueda's mother and daughter who are eliminated should also give me the will."

"Is that because the mother and daughter have not harmed anyone yet and have not been infected with human lives?"

Mido Hayato frowned and walked forward, feeling that the system was far from that simple.

"But if your hands are infected with human life, you can be judged as a resentful spirit."

"Then I will burn the Jingguo Shrine or the Hachinoko Musashi's cemetery, and I will instantly accumulate a lot of vows?"

Hachiozi City is a city under the jurisdiction of Tokyo. Unlike the traditional 23rd District, it belongs to the Nishitama region. It can be roughly similar to the district-level and county-level cities in China.

Musashino Torado worships Hirohito Showa Taisho. Although he was whitewashed Hirohito into a silly and sweet man under a series of public opinion after the war, he had no control over the country and was unable to prevent the military from going wild, but the merits had already been clearly written between the lines of history.

Mido Hayato was eager to try it out, but these two places must be guarded by the priests of the shrine main hall, so he went there rashly to deliver vegetables.

But this idea has entered his to-do list, and he always wants to practice those whimsical ideas.

"Shishui Shuito classmate, are you okay?"

Just as Mizuto Hayato was thinking about his will, the island-lost love that had just run away came out again.

The real "spun out" is hidden by the wall at the corner, and the action of spun out is like a rabbit.

She was still holding a vegetable basket in her hand, and it seemed that she had not gone home, but had been waiting.
Chapter completed!