In mid-April, the night temperature is still a bit cold.

Walking into Ikebukuro Station, Izaya Fujiwara bought a cup of hot coffee at the platform and came to the platform to wait for the train bound for Asakusa.

After drinking coffee, the tram just pulled into the station.

There were not many people in the carriage. They were all working overtime workers with their heads hanging and faces full of exhaustion.

Fujiwara Izaya came to the back car and sat down, dragging his hands on his cheeks and looking out the window, his body swaying slightly as the train moved forward.

"Time flies so fast..."

He whispered in a voice that only he could hear.

Like the beginning of all stories.

Seventeen years ago, Fujiwara Izaya was reborn in the mountains of Nagano Prefecture, in a very remote and almost isolated town called Kamigakure.

As a child who grew up under a red flag, Fujiwara Izaya knew that he had arrived in an incredible parallel world just a few days after entering this world.

His father is a mountain god.

My mother is a miko with monster blood.

When I was a child, my playmates were a big, cute chinchilla, and two black cats that could only turn into female JKs.

The nanny who took care of him when he was growing up was an urban legend, the girl who crawled out of the TV and had her breasts stuck.

After growing up in the small town of Shenyin until he was sixteen, his father moved to Gaotianyuan with his entire family, leaving him alone in this world.

What is Takamagahara?

It is roughly equivalent to the heaven in Japanese mythology. You can fly up to Tianyuan, which means you are ranked among the immortals.

Logically speaking, as a second-generation god, Fujiwara Izaya should have followed him to live in Takamagahara.

The reason why he is still in the human world is because Gao Tianyuan has a very strange rule - only if there is a god enshrined by a shrine in the human world, and the shrine passes the acceptance inspection, can he obtain the Gao Tianyuan divine book.

Gods who do not have the name of Takamagahara are called "Noragami", which means a god who has no fixed abode and wanders around, so he is also called a wandering god.

The explanation given by the old woman Amaterasu for this provision is that there are too many so-called gods in Japan. In order to pay wages, Takamagahara has a huge financial gap and there is no extra resources to build new houses. Therefore, latecomers are required to bring their own real estate, otherwise they will not be allowed to settle down.

Fujiwara Izaya was dumbfounded at that time.

Never expected that.

We have traveled through time for more than ten years, and we are about to become the second generation of gods. But in the end, we still cannot escape the fate of buying a house to settle down?

After his father took his family and his Naganoyama Shrine to Takamagahara, Fujiwara Izaya inherited the title of Naganoyama God, but he suffered from not having his own shrine, so he could only stay in the world and continue to struggle.

Fortunately, his mother left a long-abandoned shrine in Tokyo. All he had to do was renovate the shrine and revive its popularity.

Based on this premise, when the cherry blossoms were in full bloom last year, 16-year-old Fujiwara Izaya said goodbye to all the monsters and monsters in the town of Kamigakure, packed his luggage and came to Tokyo, where he went to high school and college entrance examinations according to his mother's requirements while working various part-time jobs.

Make a living.

Yamagami-sama in Tokyo leads a very simple but fulfilling life.

His grades in cultural classes have always ranked first, and he often shines in sports and art classes. He is a talented boy praised by teachers and classmates throughout the school.

Always single.

Keep social interaction to a minimum.

Whenever he had free time, he would either swim in the public swimming pool, read in the library, or take on commissions to remove spirits to earn living expenses. He had no time to socialize.

I also need to take time to wander around major shrines to see if there are any sexy mikos online to pick up customers, and secretly learn a few Shinto spells.

But it is a pity that neither of these two wishes came true.

The sexy miko was nowhere to be seen.

I can't even learn spells.

The divine power that drives Shinto magic is an energy that emits blue light.

As a monster, Fujiwara Izaya uses yellow monster power.

He must wait until he obtains Gao Tianyuan's divine book before his power can be transformed from demonic power into divine power.

Yellow and blue are incompatible with water and fire.

Just like two strong naked men, when they meet, they will definitely fight to the death.

Even Fujiwara Izaya, who has the inheritance of the mountain god, will be blown up by the energy conflict in his body when he forcibly uses the most basic Shinto spells, leaving his orifices bleeding and half-dead.

After blowing himself unconscious several times, he had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​practicing incantation, and used his powerful physical skills to disguise himself as a close combat priest and accept various ghost removal commissions without revealing his identity.

Anyway, some people in Shinto and Buddhist circles who are unable to practice incantation will resort to physical cultivation as a last resort, so Izawa Fujiwara doesn't have to worry about exposing his identity.

system?

As a time traveler, Fujiwara Izaya naturally has a system.

Name: Onmyoji Development System

Although there is a system, he cannot use any of the charms, spells, etc. that are exchanged for points, and they are absolutely rubbish.

But Fujiwara Izaya still likes this system very much.

The reason is simple.

Most of the female shikigami in the system are very beautiful, with good faces and bodies, and some are even beast-eared girls who really poke at their sexual fetishes.

From the activation of the system a year ago to now, Fujiwara Izaya has drawn cards about 20 times, and he has drawn the best and most beautiful one, the initial SR-level Shikigami Yuki-onna.

Adhering to the principle of lower body training cards, he only kept Yuki Onna. The other junk cards with useless abilities and unsightly appearance were all used as experience to feed Yuki Onna.

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When we got back to Asakusabashi Station, it was almost ten o'clock in the evening.

Fujiwara Izaya left the station holding an umbrella, walked along the street for a few minutes, and passed by Sensoji Temple Kaminarimon.

This area is the birthplace of "Edo", the predecessor of Tokyo, and Sensoji Temple is also the oldest temple in Tokyo. There is a more than 300-meter-long shrine leading from the Kaminarimon Gate to the main hall. There are a large number of brightly lit shops on both sides. Even at night, it is crowded and lively.

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The tallest five-story pagoda in the temple is decorated with lanterns all over the body. Looking through the hazy rain curtain, the light is like a dream.

Bald donkey is so rich!

Fujiwara Izaya looked at him with envy many times.

The wealthy monk's life was temporarily untouchable. He turned a corner in front of the Thunder Gate and walked up a slope.

There are lush trees on both sides of the ramp. There is no artificial lighting, and even the moonlight will be blocked by the shade of the trees, making the environment eerie.

At the top of the ramp is a dilapidated torii gate with some lights inside, and a dilapidated shrine hidden inside.

Asakusa Shrine, the most shabby shrine in Tokyo.

Since its creation in the Edo period, it has been passed down for hundreds of years, but Fujiwara Izaya's mother's generation has stopped using it.

Passing through the torii gate and walking towards the shrine's worship hall, I almost slipped on the moss on the way.

A small lantern is lit at the entrance of the red and white worship hall, and the faint light illuminates the outline of the building. You can clearly see the mottled traces of time - half of the wall is covered with ivy, and the red paint pillars have been largely discolored. One of the

One of the pillars began to rot, and the eaves of the corridor tilted very sharply.

Except for the still complete worship hall, the rest of the place is full of ruins covered with weeds.

"For those who didn't know, they thought they were the remains of the bombing of Tokyo..."

Fujiwara Izaya muttered, walked into the worship hall, and turned on the light.

The electric light was dim, raindrops dripped from the top of the head, and the floor was full of potholes.

As far as the eye can see, most of the sacrificial utensils are in disrepair, and the only thing that can be seen is the statue of the Nagano mountain god carved by Fujiwara Izaya himself.

As early as thirty years ago, this place was already in ruins.

Fujiwara Izaya's parents didn't tell him what exactly happened at that time, and he himself didn't care about those old events.

No matter what happened in the past, this ruins is currently his private territory, and anything that happens here in the future can only be decided by him.

After simply taking a shower and changing into clean and tidy clothes, Fujiwara Izaya returned to his bedroom.

A room the size of six tatami mats is located in the backyard of the worship hall, at the end of a dark corridor.

The furniture only consisted of a desk, wardrobe and a bed. The brown wooden floor was buried under a large pile of cardboard boxes, which were filled with hardcover books, Spanish and German textbooks, outdated CD records, various small musical instruments, painting tools and other items.

; Near the corner, there is even a faded old piano that was moved back from the school.

The miscellaneous things take up about two-thirds of the room, and it is difficult to squeeze out even walking space.

Fujiwara Izaya is a youkai anyway, he is not as particular as he was when he was a human, and he doesn't dislike the environment here very much.

Turn on the energy-saving lamps on the ceiling, listen to Spanish songs on your mobile phone, and start catching up on the homework due tomorrow.

Today is a day with heavy spring rain and heavy humidity.

Although the doors and windows were closed, moisture still sneaked into the room with the sticky sound of raindrops, and the air was always sticky.

Halfway through the homework, Fujiwara Izaya put down his pen and moved his wrist. The middle finger of his right hand still had a slight numbness caused by writing for a long time.

Feeling the sticky moisture lingering in the air, he couldn't help but frown.

Don't like humid environment.

If he wasn't afraid of setting the books on the floor on fire, he would have just set them on fire to dry them.

etc……

If setting fire doesn't work, what about freezing?

"I'm such a little genius!"
Chapter completed!