In the back mountain where Konoha was deserted, Yu Luo sat alone by the river and threw a few flying knives back and forth at the fish in the river. The Shikigami who finally came out to let the wind ran around the ground excitedly.

The so-called flying knife is actually eight metal bone spurs that fell from the tail of the Yaqi Orochi Snake. Each of them is a chakra metal of high purity and can be remotely controlled by chakra.

However, Yu Luo only dared to take it out and play with it secretly. The price of this kind of metal is calculated in grams, and it still has a price but no market. If it is exposed, even the simplest villagers will probably covet it.

Similarly, Yu Luo didn't dare to take it out for the blacksmith to forge it, but just used the natural sharp blade tip as a kunai.

After attaching the chakra, it seemed like an invisible rope was tied, and the blade was controlled to throw it out, retract it, throw it out, retract it, and it was a bit of a motivation to play with it.

Soon, more than a dozen big fish were ripped up, and the fat crocodile was grilled happily. Various seasonings from thousands of years later made it even more addicted to food.

However, before the grilled fish could be tasted, Miao Ji jumped out from the side and meowed meow with the grilled fish in her mouth.

"Sir, that bald cat is too much..." Fatty poked his paws aggrievedly.

"Gonggu, you're such a big guy, don't act cute with me." Yu Luo kicked him in the ass.

"Don't disturb the master's thinking, the master must have something that he is very troubled." Sui Ji knelt gently on the side and helped Yu Luo press his shoulder.

"Yes... Although I don't care about my graduation results, I can't use the Five Escape Ninjutsu. I always feel like I'm in vain." Yu Luo reached out and held eight metal blades, allowing them to slowly rotate in the palm of their hands.

"If it refers to the power of the adult world... we can do nothing." Qing Ji stripped a grape and stuffed it into Yu Luo's mouth.

After all, there was no ninjutsu a thousand years ago. Most monsters could only fight with their instinct power, and only a few big monsters could use magic.

It would be difficult for Qingji to let her spit out the poison, and it would be difficult for her to release the water escape.

"I can't share the worries of the head of the family, so sad." Hei Ji wiped her tears.

"It has nothing to do with you, you have worked very hard." Yu Luo lay down, resting his head on Sui Ji's knees, and continued to play with the Hachiki blades, organizing their orderly arrangement.

Suddenly, Yinman, wearing sunglasses and a black suit, ran back, dressed in a gangster bodyguard, said: "Master, the head of the family! A dwarf with a weapon and murderous intent came over there. Can I beat her up?"

"Qingji goes and have a look." Yu Luo waved his hand.

After a while, Qingji came back: "It was a hunchbacked old lady carrying a basket and walking on a cane, walking here."

"..." Yu Luo was speechless for a moment, and for a moment he thought the dwarf Paladin bronze beard was coming.

"Check it back, it's troublesome to be seen." Yu Luo waved his hand, and the Shikigami running around the ground was reclaimed and turned into pieces of tattoos.

After a while, an old lady who was struggling to move with the basket walked over with difficulty. Yu Luo reached out to help her arm and took her basket.

"Hohohohohoho... I didn't expect that there would be young people here to come." The old lady smiled with difficulty after a breath of breath.

"Grandma, why did you come here?" Yu Luo felt that even the young man was tired when walking in the back mountain. Why did this weak old lady come here?

"Because of an agreement... If you don't mind, can you help me lift the basket there?" The old lady raised her crutch with difficulty and pointed in one direction.

Yu Luo helped the old lady over and saw a small wooden shrine beside the woods, enshrined in it with an unknown god. The plate in front of the shrine had been accumulated for a long time.

"This is..." Yu Luo was a little strange.

"It's the god in this mountain..." The old lady struggled to take out some exquisite pastries from the basket, placed them one by one in front of the shrine, clasped her hands together and began to pray.

"Is there really a god?" Yu Luo murmured.

"Of course, I saw him here once when I was a child, and then I insisted on coming to worship him once a week... But my health has become worse and worse recently, and I'm afraid I won't have the strength to climb the mountain soon." The old lady sighed with her knees, telling the story of her childhood.

From childhood, to marriage and having children, to husband and son who died in battle, the tragic experience is sad, and I often come to the mountains to talk to the gods.

Yu Luo listened patiently.

"Oh, I won't waste your young people's time, you have a better future..." The old lady felt so tired after speaking for a while, so she got up and prepared to go down the mountain.

Yu Luo summoned Feili and asked him to carry the old lady down the mountain.

"Ah..." A faint sigh came from behind.

Yu Luo turned around, but saw a villain wearing a mountain ghost mask standing in front of the shrine with his hands behind his back, and sighing softly as the old lady was leaving.

When he noticed Yu Luo's gaze, the villain looked over in surprise: "Can you see me?"

"Are you the mountain god?" Yu Luo asked back.

"It's just a forgotten gravel, a firefly that is about to disappear." The little man sat on the plate, picked up the ball of pastry that was bigger than his body and started to chew on it, and sighed a long sigh.

“The taste is still as delicious as ever…”

"I didn't expect there would be any remaining gods in this era." Yu Luo also sat down with interest.

"It's just the end of the times. Without her last believer, I will fall asleep with her... It's okay, or it's okay... This era no longer belongs to us..." The mountain god looked at the sunset and sighed with relief, his figure gradually became transparent and disappeared in the shrine.

"Gods are born in faith. People in this era believe in science and power, so gods will naturally decline..." Yu Luo suddenly thought of something: "Even the little mountain god survived, will Inari god Yu Zhujin still be alive?"

After a few seconds of contemplation, I started digging the dredge with my bare hands, took some river water, and started pinching the statue of the gods. It didn't need to be very exquisite, just have a rough outline. There were so many rough statues a thousand years ago, which would not prevent the gods from becoming popular.

He probably pinched the appearance of a great god Inari, put his hands together, immersed himself in it, and began to call on the name of Yuzunjin through the prayer teaching Harumi.

In this way, the prayer lasted for three hours, and Yu Luo planned to give up, wondering if Yu Zhuanjin was really dead.

A team of patrolling ninjas even passed by and saw Yu Luo chanting at a statue of god, and persuaded him to be more pragmatic when he was in school, and that the temporary Buddha's feet were useless.

Until four hours, Yu Luo hated the statue and turned around and left. He was really an idiot. He wasted time on such things. It would be better to go home and sleep.

"Please wait..." A slight and almost inaudible sound suddenly came from behind.

When Yu Luo turned around, a faint golden light slowly emerged from the mud, gradually forming a small human-shaped ball of light. Although he couldn't see his appearance clearly, it was obviously the breath of Goddess Inari.

"Living... are you really alive?" Yu Luo smiled foolishly.

"Your Excellency, are you my believer?" Yu Zhuanjin was obviously very weak and had no strength to speak.

"No, I'm just a little curious about whether the gods from thousands of years ago really existed." Yu Luo squatted down and reached out to poke the golden human-shaped light ball.

"Please be sure to believe in me, I will give you blessings... Now I no longer have believers to worship. If I continue to be forgotten, I will disappear completely." Yu Zhuanjin was not very good at communicating as always.

"No, no, no, I don't farm, so I don't need the blessing of Goddess Inari." Yu Luo waved his finger.

"Is there no farmer in the world... Why have all my shrines been destroyed... Do they no longer need my blessings..." Yu Zhuanjin murmured to himself.

"Farmer? Of course, there are farmers. In any era, they cannot live without hardworking farmers! But they no longer believe you." Yu Luo smiled.

"If you don't believe me... which god they believe in, is it Kaguya? She can only enslave humans!" Yu Zhuinjin was obviously still deeply resentful.

"No, no, Kaguya was also sealed. The farmers don't believe in gods anymore. They believe in something better now - urea!"

"Uri...urea...is it the name of a god?" Yu Zhuanjin hesitated about this name.

"Hahaha, urea is not a god, it is science, it is fertilizer."

"Compared with the illusory gods, every year, the sacrifice of wealth to the shrine, and asking witches to pray for a good harvest depends on the face of people."

"Obviously, pragmatic farmers like to spend money directly on fertilizer and sprinkle them into the fields to allow the crops to grow healthily." Yu Luo spread his hands.

"What about hunters? Do merchants don't need to pray for a prosperous business?" Yu Zhuanjin was a little unwilling to give up.

"Oh, the hearts of merchants are now dark, so naturally they will not be sincere in praying. Even if they worship, they will worship the God of Wealth. The prosperity of business is not as good as the wealth from heaven!"

"In a word, your philosophy is seriously out of the times. The services provided cannot keep up with the corresponding prices, cannot grasp the itch points of users, and cannot form a complete and healthy ecological chain. It is only worthy of being eliminated by the market."

"Miss Yu Zhuanjin, the times have changed, people have broad vision and rich knowledge, and their dependence on the primitive worship of the earth will only become weaker and weaker."

"If you ask a farmer to pray for a good harvest, you might as well ask a professor to measure the pH value of the soil and fertilize according to the measurement."

Yu Luo was so polite that Yu Zhuanjin was stunned.

"Am I no longer needed..." Yu Zhuanjin was extremely depressed.

"There is no product that cannot be sold. The comb can be sold to monks. You can package and write a set of theories and stories that adapt to this era. Are you still worried about not having any believers?" Yu Luo smiled and handed over the blade of Yaqi. He didn't dare to seal the gods on his body.

"Come on, let us recreate the glory of God together."
Chapter completed!