Walking into the villa, Hayato immediately narrowed his eyes.
Hayato's gaze scanned the interior; it was a very ordinary Japanese decoration style, nothing too remarkable.
On the table was a photo frame, and inside the frame were a man and a woman.
The Woman was naturally Kurosaki Masako, and the man was a middle-aged uncle who was somewhat bald.
He wore a suit, smiled kindly, and had a look of happiness on his face.
"Such heavy Yin energy!" Hayato muttered softly.
The moment Hayato walked into the house, Hayato felt the dense Yin energy permeating the villa.
Compared to the Evil Spirit Hayato previously saved, it was even stronger.
Indeed, there was an Evil Spirit causing trouble.
However, what made Hayato a little strange was that although Hayato could feel the presence of Yin energy, Hayato couldn't find the location of the Evil Spirit.
"Is it hiding?" Hayato held the Buddhist beads in his hand and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Hayato only had means of exorcism; finding Evil Spirits was not what Hayato was good at.
To save this Evil Spirit, Hayato had to find it first.
Thinking of this, Hayato's gaze turned to the Woman beside him.
"Every time Hayato dreams, does Hayato dream of Hayato's husband?"
Kurosaki Masako nodded.
"I dream of him every day."
"Alright then, Hayato go to bed now." Looking at Kurosaki Masako's strange gaze, Hayato explained calmly.
"The Evil Spirit in this room has hidden. I need Hayato to lure it out so I can save it."
"Since Hayato's husband's Evil Spirit appears when Hayato sleeps, I need Hayato to sleep."
Kurosaki Masako's face flushed red, knowing she had misunderstood.
Looking at the Woman with a flushed face standing still, Hayato showed a puzzled expression.
"Why aren't Hayato going yet?"
Was what Hayato said not clear enough?
"When I sleep, I'm used to changing into pajamas and taking a bath to relax, otherwise, it's hard to fall asleep."
Hearing this, Hayato was speechless for a moment.
"This humble monk is a monastic. Would This humble monk peek at Hayato bathing?"
"Master, I didn't mean that, I... I'll go now." Kurosaki Masako walked into the bedroom with an embarrassed face.
Hayakawa Rin rummaged through the wardrobe for a thin set of pajamas and walked into the bathroom.
Although Hayakawa Rin didn't think this Master from Yakushi Temple would peek at Hayakawa Rin, her husband had only recently died, and Hayakawa Rin was alone in a room with a strange man.
Hayakawa Rin also had to take a bath.
There was always an unspeakably strange feeling in Hayakawa Rin's heart.
However, thinking of her husband's Evil Spirit, Kurosaki Masako still suppressed her shame and entered the bathtub to soak as usual.
Half an hour later, the dawdling Kurosaki Masako walked out of the bathroom.
Her dark long hair was simply coiled up.
Her body was still a bit wet, and the thin, semi-transparent pajamas clung tightly to her.
Inside the pajamas, dark purple lace trim was faintly visible.
Tsk! Hayato's eyes lit up. Previously, Kurosaki Masako was wearing a loose kimono, so it wasn't very clear.
Now, having just finished bathing and changed into this somewhat sexy pajama, her perfect figure was instantly exposed without any concealment.
The camisole pajamas had a slightly drooping neckline, revealing full hemispheres.
The round fullness pressed together, forming a bottomless white abyss that attracted the gaze like a black hole.
This scale, at the very least, starts from the fourth letter of the English alphabet.
The pajamas were cinched at the waist, making the Woman's slender, easily grasped waist appear even more delicate. Her lower abdomen had a slight fleshiness, making her even more alluring.
Below, it suddenly widened into a round curve, like an inverted peach, slightly trembling as she walked.
Visibly plump and astonishing suction power.
A thin waist, wide hips, subtly exceeding the shoulders.
Top-notch.
If she were to sit on it and grind, even an immortal couldn't bear it.
Hayato suddenly understood why the male Master of this house died so early.
Which man wouldn't live several decades less if they encountered this kind of Woman?
"I wonder if I can withstand it."
Hayato touched his nose. He had cultivated Buddha Law for over ten years and now had magic power protecting him.
He could probably hold out for a while.
At the very least, he could last longer than ordinary people.
However, unless his Buddha Law made another breakthrough.
Otherwise, getting involved with this Woman, even a high Monk of Buddhism would probably have to enter Nirvana early.
"Master, you must stay by my side and watch over me."
Kurosaki Masako, lying on the bed, placed her hands on her lower abdomen, her expression a little constrained.
But more than that, it was fear.
Compared to this unfamiliar Master, what she feared more was her husband who had become an Evil Spirit.
"With This humble monk here, a mere Evil Spirit cannot cause any trouble."
Hayato sat cross-legged on the ground, his expression calm and composed, filled with an indescribable confidence.
Seeing this, Kurosaki Masako, who had been a little nervous, slowly calmed down.
She closed her eyes, her breathing steady, and gradually fell into a deep sleep.
Hayato stayed by her side, quietly watching the sleeping Woman, waiting for the Evil Spirit to appear.
Rustle!
Suddenly, Kurosaki Masako, lying half-asleep on the bed, turned over as if uncomfortable, looking for a more comfortable position.
As the Woman turned on her side, one leg curled upwards, close to her lower abdomen.
Her thin nightgown was rolled up to her waist with the movement.
The pitifully scant purple lace trim was fully revealed to Hayato's eyes.