Infinite Journey From Hogwarts

Black cars blocked the gate of the Sedum Flow Dojo.

In a bustling place like Chiyo-ku, Tokyo, there should have been police to direct the traffic.

However, the chief of the Metropolitan Police Department personally received a call to block the traffic on this street today because a big man wanted to travel.

Ordinary people have already dispersed far away when they saw this row of luxury cars worth billions of dollars.

But as people who eat melons, they are very curious about what happened in the Sedum Flow Dojo.

Although it is considered a third-rate dojo among Onmyoji, as a supernatural force, Jing Tianliu is also a little bit of a bully in Chiyo District.

Li Fu got out of the car first, and opened the car door for Ichi Kazuto in the back seat like a dog's leg, without the backbone of a reincarnated person at all.

"My lord, please."

There was no arrogance on Yiqi Heren's immature face at this time, he nodded flatly, as if everything was taken for granted.

When the dojo was blocked, Jing Tian Yixin, the president of Jing Tianliu, was already waiting at the door.

The other party is so menacing, I am afraid that the comer is not good.

Seeing the teacher who hadn't even looked at him before, Kazuto Iki showed a kind smile, "Teacher, I really feel ashamed that you came out to greet me in person."

"Heren, what do you mean by that?" Sedum suppressed her bursting anger with all her heart.

Although the Iki family is his favorite money bag, if Iki Kazuto doesn't give an explanation today, he will let the Iki family know what extraordinary power is.

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

Iki Kazuto still smiled like a spring breeze.

Seeing the melon-eaters who were constantly looking around, Jing Tian nodded wholeheartedly.

In the empty main hall of the dojo, pure wooden columns support a seven-meter-high space, and the shiny floor has to be scrubbed repeatedly by disciples every day.

Iki Kazuto used to be a coolie doing this kind of work.

Jing Tian sat in the seat of the chief executive with all his heart, and behind him hung a picture of Sakyamuni Conquering Demons.

Japanese onmyojis are actually also called magicians. They integrate onmyoji and Taoism from the east, Buddhist mantras, and local witchcraft and methods of controlling ghosts and gods.

Become a group of extraordinary people who are proficient in astronomy, geography, physiognomy, witchcraft, exorcism, sacrifice...

The so-called proficiency is nothing more than the way they put gold on their faces.

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

Except for a few masters of onmyoji such as Abe Seimei, the status of onmyoji in Nihong is not high, but is equivalent to the low class like the witches of Dongtu.

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

The time when onmyoji really flourished was only the short hundred years of the Heian era, or in other words, the era of Abe Seimei and Ashiya Michimitsu, which allowed the third-rate extraordinary profession of onmyoji to shine.

Even rulers need to set up onmyoji houses to worship onmyojis.

However, with the death of two amazing and brilliant masters, under the fierce counterattack of warriors, monks, and priests, Onmyoji quickly declined, turning from orthodoxy to a folk legend.

If the people of the Neon Kingdom really have problems like ghosts, 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 legends, but in reality it is unspeakably difficult.

It's like before you choose a major, you see seniors and seniors holding offers with a monthly salary of more than 10,000, but when you graduate, you find that the market is saturated, and even coolies earn more than you.

Otherwise, Jingtian would not have recruited Yiqi Kazuto, who has no talent, because he looked at his father's six private hospitals.

The real big temples and big shrines, which one is not so rich, with thousands of acres of fertile land, do they still need to go out to recruit disciples?

However, as an inheritor of the dojo, Jing Tianyi still has an aura of calmness and prestige.

"Heren, you need to give me an explanation." His eyes were half-opened and half-closed, revealing a killing intent.

Before he could speak to anyone, a row of burly men in black and sunglasses behind him opened a suitcase in his hand, and spread bundles of 10,000 yuan bills all over the floor.

The light yellow, simple and elegant ashram suddenly became a sea of ​​money, and the rancid smell of dark green money was like a group of barbarians, disturbing the clean sandalwood fragrance.

However, everyone was intoxicated by the fragrance of the ink. Neon's unique banknote ink, it is said that the printing cost is extremely high, and there is no value in making counterfeit banknotes.

Because there is no need to worry about counterfeit banknotes, Neon people generally store large amounts of cash at home, and depositing it in the bank has negative interest rates.

The disciples in the dojo secretly swallowed their saliva. This is the reward for how many entrusted tasks they have to do.

Jingtian Yixin suddenly showed a kind smile, "Heren, although you care about the development of the dojo, you don't have to be so direct. You know the account of the dojo, so you can just put the money into the account."

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

Iki Kazuto nodded, "The money is indeed used for the development of the dojo, and the rest is for living allowances for the brothers and sisters, but before that, I want to ask the teacher to hand over all the dojo to me."

Iki Kazuto sat cross-legged and sincerely bowed.

This is the etiquette culture of Neon. Although they want to take the next step, they will draw their swords and chop you, but before that, they are so polite that even real knights will admire them.

The most famous Iai Zhan is the sword drawing technique developed to deal with this situation.

Jing Tian's smile froze, "What do you mean?"

Iki Kazuto raised his head and smiled warmly, "I just want to invite you to leave the house, teacher. After all, with your low talent, it is really difficult to lead Jing Tianliu."

"Hahaha." Jingtian laughed wildly, "Heren, although you are ambitious, do you know what is the most important thing about an onmyoji?"

Following his cold words, the evil ghost suppressed by the Buddha's palm grinned and walked out of the picture behind Sakyamuni's Conquering Demons.

It is full of tangled muscles, like a python, four meters high, with a string of human skulls around its neck, and bruised will-o'-the-wisps lingering on its indigo skin.

Cracks appeared on the thick floor under its bare feet.

"Yixin, is it time to enjoy blood food again?"

Jing Tian Yixin saw Yiqi Kazuto who was frowning and said with a smile, "I didn't expect that, this is life."

Iki Kazuto told the following servants, "The floor will be completely replaced later, I don't want to see any damage, my god will come to stay for one night today."

The servants in black are well-trained dead servants of the chaebol, 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 without changing their expressions.

Even as mortals, they would not feel the slightest fear in the face of evil spirits, but would pounce on them and bite off a piece of flesh and blood before dying.

"Yes, my lord."

After finishing the order, Yiqi Kazuya smiled and said to Jing Tian with one heart, "It must be the shikigami that Jing Tian's family supports."

Sedum Yixin realized that something was wrong, and he said solemnly, "It is the ghost and god that Sedum Liu is proud of, the Great Sumeru Demon, and has the power to pull mountains. It is still too late for you to leave now."

"Leave?" Iki Kazuto took out a gold-plated card from his pocket.

At the next moment, before everyone could react, the black and white double knives chopped the so-called Sumeru Demon and Sedum into pieces of stumped flesh on the ground.

The scarlet blood of humans mixed with the dark demon blood, staining the banknotes all over the place red.

Iki Kazuto said with a smile, "My God taught me that if you want to surpass Sensei, the easiest way is to kill him."

"So, teacher, please rest assured that Sedum Liu will definitely flourish in my hands."

He bowed to the minced meat, then raised his head, his gaze was like a sharp knife cutting everyone's face, until no one dared to look him in the eye, he said loudly, "I and I will take care of ourselves." Who agrees to the position of Chairman Jing Tianliu? Who opposes it?"