Tokyo Takeshi Convinces People with Virtue

Chapter 9 Carvings on Shit Are Shit

The spring morning is fresh outside, blowing into the bedroom through the open window.

Bailong woke up.

He didn't have the habit of staying in bed, and a carp landed on the edge of the bed, punching, kicking, and simply moving his body.

With one arm, the latissimus dorsi on both sides are like bat wings spread out.

"Huh." He exhaled, very satisfied with the muscles he had exercised, which would not swell to be scary, but also give people a very clear sense of strength.

He grabbed the black vest from the desk, put it on, turned and walked out of the bedroom.

open the door.

The door to the opposite room just opened, and Jingu Chisa was wearing JK's sailor school uniform without any wrinkles.

The long black hair falls like a waterfall, smooth and shiny.

Her face didn't have the hazy feeling of just waking up, unlike Akihito Jingu behind her, with her blond hair curled up randomly, and her face full of sleepy expressions.

The school uniform is also crumpled, like fingers soaked for too long.

"Good morning, Brother Long." Jingong Qiansa greeted with a smile, her brows were full of tenderness.

"Good morning, stupid dragon."

Jingong Mingtong rubbed his eyes, and yawned with his mouth wide open, his tone was as soft as glutinous rice just out of the pot.

It is this point every day that makes her exude a little bit of cuteness.

Bailong sighed in his heart, it was a pity that this state could not last, "Well, good morning, Qiansha, Mingtong."

"I'm going to work out, breakfast today... try to be normal."

"Don't worry, today is mango cream dumpling." Akitomi Jingong mentioned the new cuisine she was thinking about.

The hazy pupils faded away and became bright.

Do dumplings have anything to do with mango and cream?

Bailong's lips moved, wanting to remind Mingtong.

Carvings on shit are also shit.

But he was afraid of arousing Mingtong's competitive spirit, so he tried his best to make even more outrageous dark dishes.

Choose silence.

……

Adachi Ward, Kitasenju Station East Exit.

Under the transparent plastic roof on the left side of the street, Bailong holds ten skewers of delicious mutton skewers, super spicy, to relieve the impact of mango cream dumplings on the mouth.

From time to time, his eyes glanced at the station.

He came here to meet up with the people from the Office of Religious Administration to find out the ghost clan's whereabouts together, and then investigate what the Psionic Society wants to do.

Find Jingu Yayoi and solve Chisa's serious trouble.

"Hey, little brother, are you my partner for this mission?"

Hearing the voice coming from below, Bai Long lowered his head, his eyes glimpsed the reflective bald head.

Japanese monks do not need to shave their heads, generally they only need to shave to a short inch close to the scalp.

And that kind of head shape is known as Fangzhu head.

Only those monks who are dedicated to practicing or want to run a temple will choose to shave.

"Are you Master Yixiu?"

Bai Long couldn't help complaining about his thoughts, the height of this guy was only above his knees.

Thick eyebrows and big eyes, like a very smart Yixiu.

"Yixiu? No, we are Master Wude."

The little monk took two steps back and clasped his hands together, "Please give me your advice."

"Want a bunch?"

Bai Long handed over the mutton skewers.

Most of the monks in Japan have wine and meat in their intestines, and the Buddha is in their hearts. There is no problem in drinking and eating meat, marrying a wife and having children.

"Then I will not be polite." Wu De reached out to take the mutton skewers, and began to eat them happily.

Bailong smiled and said: "My name is Bailong, the master of the Jingu Liu Guild, a martial artist."

"Bai Sang, we are veritable mages."

Wu De also solemnly emphasized a sentence.

According to the rules of the Extraordinary World, people who use spiritual arts, regardless of their profession, are priests, witches, monks, Taoists, etc.

The official external title is Master.

Those who do not use spiritual arts but use fists, feet and weapons to fight are all self-proclaimed martial arts masters.

A person who uses spiritual tools to fight, such as Jingong Mingtong, is a spiritual tool user.

However, spiritual tools are very rare, and the number of spiritual tool users is far less than that of mages and martial arts masters.

Usually, if you team up with a partner to perform tasks, it is a mage and a martial artist.

"It's not too late, let's go to the beast carnival immediately."

Wude doesn't look like a big guy on the outside, but he is always in a hurry to get things done, and he never delays.

……

Carnival of beasts.

The neon signboard lost its color during the day, Wude took out a long and thick incense stick from his sleeve, and explained: "This is not an ordinary incense, it has the word spirit engraved on it, and it is lit with spiritual power.

Ability to find and lock breaths that have been here in the last three days. "

"Oh." Bai Long nodded, his face lacking in interest.

He is not very interested in spiritual arts, and prefers the sensation of punching to the flesh. He just heard from Qiansha that spiritual arts can be roughly divided into word spirits and word spirits.

The former needs to be read out with the mouth, while the latter can only be engraved on the object to play a role, such as the incense in front of you.

Wude poured spiritual power into the incense, and the golden Sanskrit engraved on the surface gradually lit up.

The top of the incense burns.

His small face was tense, the smoke visible to the naked eye was unpredictable in the air, and finally formed a standard silhouette of ghosts.

Human face with horns.

The smoke suddenly shot out again.

"Follow up." Wude shouted, suddenly feeling like he was flying through the clouds.

Feet dangling.

Bailong picked up the back of his fate's neck with one hand, and followed behind the smoke.

If it weren't for the rapid retreat of the scenery, looking at the leisurely expression, I would have thought it was a walk in the garden.

But he is not a cat!
"Hey, Bai Sang, you are too rude to me like this!"

Wude protested with both hands and feet. He looks young on the outside, but his real age is already over a hundred years old.

"Sorry, I just picked it up casually," Bai Long let go of his hand.

Wude almost rolled down on the lawn, he took a few steps forward and stood firm, looking at the sky where the smoke stayed, then looked at the ghosts below, frowned slightly, and turned around naturally, "We found the wrong ghost."

Bai Long grabbed his head, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

……

Under the cherry tree.

The ghost sleeps on a dog, wearing a torn T-shirt, ripped jeans, and no shoes.

Wearing an old-fashioned dog head hat to hide the horns on the top of the head that are different from ordinary people.

He holds a metal baseball bat in his right hand, next to a sign that reads Do Not Trample the Lawn.

The height of more than two meters makes the park security and passers-by choose to turn a blind eye, so that it can sleep until the sun shines on its buttocks before waking up.

The sound of mille-soled cloth shoes stepping on the grass came along the ground.

"Hmm." Hearing the sound of footsteps, the ghost clan immediately sat up.

The pit bull with its head down hurriedly got up and ran wildly, without any appearance of a fierce dog.

"Standby food...forget it."

The ghost clan yawned, turned to look at Bailong, then glanced at Wude behind him, grinned and said, "What do you guys want me to do?"

"It's related to the Psionic Society."

"I have nothing to say to you."

The ghost clan shook his head.

"Then call until you say so."

Bailong has always treated people with sincerity.

Pa, Wude clapped his palm on his forehead, and silently opened the distance.

The partner arranged by the Religious Administration Office is a bit crazy?Or do you mean stupefied?
The ghost clan in front of him is an S-rank monster!

(End of this chapter)