Black cars blocked the gate of Jingtian Flow Dojo.

In a bustling place like Chiyo District, Tokyo, there should have been police officers to guide traffic.

However, the director of the Metropolitan Police Department received a call in person, saying that traffic on this street would be blocked today because a big man wanted to travel.

When ordinary people see this row of luxury cars worth billions, they have long dispersed.

But as melon-eating crowds, they were curious about what happened in the Jingtianliu Taoist temple.

Although it is considered a third-rate dojo in Onmyoji, as an extraordinary force, Jingtianliu is also a big and small doom in the Chiyo District.

Li Fu got out of the car first and opened the door to Yiqi and the man in the back seat like a dog-legged person, without the backbone of the reincarnation person at all.

"Sir, please."

Ichiki and the young face were not a little arrogant at this time. He nodded calmly, as if everything was taken for granted.

When the dojo was blocked, Jing Tianyixin, the Jing Tianliu General Officer, had already been waiting at the door.

If the other party comes in such a fierce manner, I am afraid that the person who comes is not good.

Seeing the teacher who had never even looked at him in front of him, Ichiki and the others smiled kindly, "Teacher, I feel ashamed of you coming out to greet him in person."

"Hi Ren, what do you mean?" Jing Tian suppressed his anger.

Although the Ichiqi family is his optimistic bag of money, if Ichiqi and others do not give an explanation today, he will let the Ichiqi family know what extraordinary power is.

"Teacher, let's talk in the dojo first. It's a bit embarrassing to solve it at the door."

Ichiki and the people still smiled like spring breeze.

Seeing the melon-eating crowds looking around, Jing Tian nodded.

In the empty temple hall, pure wooden pillars support a seven-meter-high space, and the floor that can be seen can be seen, and disciples have to scrub it repeatedly every day.

In the past, Ichiki and Ren were coolies who did this kind of work.

Jing Tian was sitting upright in the seat, with a picture of the Sakyamuni Demon subjugation hanging behind him.

Japanese Yin-Yang Swordsmen are actually also called alchemists. They combine Yin-Yang Swords and Taoist techniques from the East, Buddhist mantras plus local witchcraft and methods of controlling ghosts and gods.

He has become a group of extraordinary people who are proficient in astronomy, geography, physiognomy, witchcraft, exorcism, and sacrifice...

The so-called mastery is just the saying that they put gilds on their faces.

From the above introduction, you can see how amateur they are.

In addition to a few masters of Yin-Yang Techniques such as Abe Haruma, Onmyoji's status in Neon is not high, but is equivalent to a lower-level genius like the witch of Dongtu.

Because warriors, monks, and priests who are both extraordinary people do not need a group of people to share their interests.

The era when Onmyoji was truly prosperous was only the short 100 years of the Heian era, or the era of Abe Harumaki and Ashiya Doman, which made the third-rate extraordinary profession of Onmyoji shine.

Even the rulers needed to set up Onmyoji to worship Onmyoji.

However, with the passing of two amazing masters, under the fierce counterattack of warriors, monks and priests, Yin-Yang Technique quickly declined, and changed from orthodox to a rural legend.

If the people of Neon Kingdom really have problems such as gods and monsters, the first reaction is the priest, the second reaction is the monk, and the third reaction is the Onmyoji.

So this is a profession that is glamorous in legend, but in fact it is hard to describe.

It’s like before you choose a major, you see seniors holding offers with annual salary of over 10,000 yuan, but when you graduate, you find that the market is saturated and even coolies make more money than you.

Otherwise, Jing Tianyixin would not have recruited Yiqi and others who had no talent, and he was looking at his father's six private hospitals.

Which of the real big temples or the great gods is not rich and rich, and the fertile land is thousands of acres. Do you still need to go out to recruit disciples?

However, as a inheritor of the Taoist temple, Jing Tianyixin still has a momentum of being powerful without anger.

"With people, you need to give me an explanation." His eyes were half open and half closed, revealing a murderous intent.

Without waiting to speak to someone, a row of burly men in black and sunglasses behind him opened boxes of suitcases held in their hands and spread bundles of ten thousand yuan of banknotes on the floor.

The pale yellow and simple temple suddenly became a sea of ​​money. The dark green smell of money was like a group of barbarians, disturbing the pure sandalwood aroma.

However, everyone is immersed in the fragrance of ink. The unique paper banknote ink of neon is said to be extremely expensive to print and has no value in making counterfeit banknotes.

Because there is no need to worry about counterfeit money, Neon people usually reserve large amounts of cash at home, and depositing it in the bank is a negative interest rate.

The disciples in the temple swallowed secretly, saying that this was the reward for how many entrusted tasks they had to do to get.

Jing Tianyixin immediately showed a kind smile, "Heren, although you care about the development of the temple, you don't have to be so direct. You know the account of the temple, just pay the money directly to the account."

After saying that, he wanted to ask the two disciples to collect the money on the ground.

Ichiqi and the people nodded, "These money is indeed used for the development of the dojo, and the rest is also a living allowance for all the brothers and sisters. However, before that, I want to ask the teacher to hand over all the dojo to me."

Ichiki sat cross-legged and bowed sincerely.

This is Neon's etiquette culture. Although they want to draw their swords to cut you down the next step, before that, they politely praised even the real knights.

The most famous Juhezhan is the sword drawing technique studied to deal with this situation.

Jing Tian’s smile was frozen, “What does it mean?”

Yiqi and the man looked up and smiled warmly, "I just wanted to ask the teacher to leave the house with nothing. After all, with your low talent, it is really difficult to lead Jing Tianliu."

"Hahaha." Jing Tian said with a crazy laugh, "Haha, although you have ambitions, do you know what the most important thing about an Onmyoji?"

With his cold words, the evil ghost in the Sakyamuni Demon Subduing Picture behind him, who was suppressed by the Buddha's palm grinned and walked out of the picture.

Its muscles were tangled like a python, as high as four meters. It was wearing a string of human skulls around its neck, and its indigo-blue skin was lingering with purple ghost fire.

The thick floor trampled on it barefoot, cracks appeared.

"Is it time to enjoy blood food again?"

Jing Tianyixin saw Yiqi frowned and smiled and said, "I didn't expect that this is life."

Ichiki and the people ordered to the servant who followed him, "I will replace the floor later. I don't want to see any incompleteness. My God will stay for one night today."

The servants in black are all well-trained Deadpools, the kind of ruthless people who sleep in the pile of dead people for one night and can still eat raw beef the next day.

Even as mortals, they will not be afraid at all when facing evil ghosts. Instead, they will pounce on them and bite off a piece of flesh and blood before they die.

"Yes, sir."

After giving the order, Ichiki and Rencai smiled and said to Jingtian Yixin, "It is the Shikigami offered by Jingtian's family."

Jing Tianyixin had realized something was wrong, and he said solemnly, "It is the ghost and god that Jing Tianliu is proud of, the Great Sumeru Demon, with the power to pull out mountains. It is still time for you to leave now."

"Leave?" Ichiki and the man took out a gilded card from their arms.

The next moment, before everyone could react, the black and white swords cut the so-called Sumeru Demon and Jing Tian into the ground's minced flesh.

The scarlet human blood mixed with the ink demon blood, dyeing the banknotes all over the floor red.

Ichiki smiled and said, "My God taught me that if I want to surpass my teacher, the easiest way is to kill him."

"So, teacher, please rest assured that Jing Tianliu will definitely carry forward in my hands."
Chapter completed!