Hayato rubbed his nose.
It was the first time he had been rebuffed by a Woman.
This Woman had some issues.
Either her sexual orientation was problematic, or she had psychological issues.
Shaking his head, he didn't pay too much attention to this Woman.
He wasn't some simp rushing to offer a warm face to a cold butt.
What's more, judging by this Woman's attitude, even if he wanted to stick close, he probably couldn't.
"Fortunately, the situation isn't as bad as imagined."
Although there were many people in the room, only these few could give him some pressure.
As for the others, they were all freeloaders.
Including the Monk from Jile Temple who had spoken to him earlier; his words and actions made him look like an enlightened Monk, but in reality, he was just an ordinary person.
At most, he could chant scriptures and perform rituals, but he had no means of exorcism at all.
And most of the people here were such swindlers pretending to be spiritual figures.
They probably came running here hoping to fish in troubled waters and get some benefits.
If you're not bold, you can't make a living doing this.
To be a swindler, you have to dare to deceive.
Say whatever comes to mind; succeeding is a huge profit, failing isn't a loss.
At most, they'd be dismissed with a line like 'my skills are insufficient, I'm no match for the Evil Spirit'.
He was quite familiar with such matters, after all, he was once one of them.
Not just him, most Monks in Temples were actually such swindlers pretending to be spiritual figures.
There's no other way, they have to make a living.
If they didn't deceive people to earn incense money, how would such a large Temple be renovated? Wouldn't all the Monks starve to death?
Not all, but at least ninety percent would starve to death.
Taking people's money to give them peace of mind.
Most people who hire Monks to perform rituals don't truly believe in reincarnation, transcendence, or becoming a Buddha in their hearts.
What they seek is merely peace of mind.
As long as they can deceive others into believing, taking this money doesn't feel guilty.
As for Masters with real ability, they are very few.
Hayato relaxed.
With so many shrines and Temples in Japan, and hundreds of thousands of monks and Shinto Priests, it was normal for a few cultivators like him to appear.
After all, the numbers are there.
The real problem would be if the majority of people like him possessed extraordinary power.
Every world has a balance.
If this world had a large population possessing extraordinary power, there would inevitably be corresponding Evil Spirits.
He didn't dare to imagine how dangerous this world would be.
"Masters, please follow me."
Aoi Hai nodded and led everyone upstairs to the outside of a bedroom.
Opening the bedroom, they could see a thin young man lying on the bed.
His skin was pale, his eyes had dark circles, giving off a feeling of excessive indulgence.
His facial features were seventy percent similar to Aoi Hai's; it was obvious at a glance that he was his biological son.
"I'm so uncomfortable, hurry and let me go."
Aoi Takumi lay on the bed, wrapped layer upon layer like a zongzi.
Hayato could tell at a glance that this was the work of a psychiatric hospital.
Dr.s in psychiatric hospitals, fearing patients might self-harm or harm others, would wrap patients with particularly severe conditions like zongzi.
"Tuohai, bear with it a little longer. Once your illness is cured, I'll let you go."
A trace of heartache flashed in Aoi Hai's eyes.
Although he was cold and ruthless for profit, he truly doted on this son.
From childhood to adulthood, no matter what kind of trouble he caused, he would help settle it.
After all, he had physical problems when he was young, and this was his only child in this life.
If something happened to this child, even if he had a vast fortune, there would be no one to inherit it.
However, it was also because of this bottomless doting that Aoi Takumi's personality was extremely bad.
"Old man, how many times have I told you, I'm not sick, hurry and let me go."
Aoi Takumi frowned, his face full of displeasure.
These people really had problems with their brains, constantly saying he was sick and would turn into a Woman.
They really treated him like a fool.
Aoi Hai was indifferent to his rage, directly ordered someone to cover Aoi Takumi's mouth, and turned to look at the group behind him.
"Masters, have you seen the problem with my son?"
"Mr. Aoi, Young Master Tuohai is possessed by an Evil Spirit. As long as This humble monk performs a ritual to drive away the Evil Spirit, he can recover."
Standing in front of Hayato, a Monk who looked at least fifty years old said with a confident tone.
Upon hearing this, Hayato glanced at the old Monk. This old guy didn't have any magical power at all; he was just a pure ordinary person.
He didn't see any abnormalities even using the Qi Observation method. This old guy really dared to boast.
He wasn't afraid of the wind being too strong and twisting his tongue.
Aoi Hai chuckled, his expression gentle, but his eyes were somewhat cold.
To solve his son's strange illness, he had sought out more than one group of Masters.
He had heard such words countless times.
However, his son's illness had not been resolved to this day.
"In another hour, my son's condition will flare up. At that time, any Master who can solve my son's problem will immediately receive one hundred million yens."
"The Cangjing Group will even provide funds and manpower to help the Masters build Temples. All expenses will be covered by me."
Aoi Hai said slowly.
To solve his son's problem, he had truly spared no expense.