"Don't look!"
The voice of shame and anger, of course, could not stop Hayato's sweeping gaze.
Tanaka Saya's face was red, but seeing that she couldn't cover herself, she simply let go of her hands and let this Monk take a good look.
Anyway, it wasn't the first time he had seen it.
Hayakawa Rin reached out, just about to undo the last covering on her body, but was stopped by Hayato.
"No need to take it off, Hayakawa Rin likes Hayato wearing this outfit."
Upon hearing this, Tanaka Saya couldn't help but give him a disdainful glare and said fiercely.
"Monk, don't go too far!"
Although she said that, she still walked over obediently.
The two faced each other, sitting opposite each other in the most classic posture of Happy Zen.
The moment their bodies touched, the scorching Dharma power on Hayato made Tanaka Saya tremble all over, and her muscles became somewhat stiff.
"Sit down."
Hayato reached out and wrapped his arms around the astonishingly tactile waist and hips, and the dark purple obstacle was gently pushed aside.
Tanaka Saya glared at him and took a deep breath.
With a hardened heart, Hayakawa Rin's center of gravity moved downwards.
The icy touch made Hayato tremble all over.
Tanaka Saya had already become a monster, her body temperature was completely different from ordinary people, and that icy Yin energy eroded him.
The alternation of hot and cold almost caused the Dharma power Hayato had condensed on the Buddhism Vajra Pestle to collapse.
Fortunately, the Medicine Master Sutra he cultivated is a most rigid and pure Yang Buddhism technique, and with Happy Zen strengthening the weapon, he was able to withstand the invasion of this extremely Yin energy.
Happy Zen circulated, and the terrifying attraction and the extreme sensation brought by closeness quickly faded.
Hayato gradually entered a deeper level of Buddha Law exchange.
The Dharma power within his body gradually grew stronger with Tanaka Saya's fluctuations.
His body unconsciously adopted various postures.
Tanaka Saya gritted her teeth and looked at the calm-faced Hayato, her body folded into an extreme angle.
This scoundrel, who knows how he has so many tricks.
But Hayakawa Rin couldn't resist at all, and could only passively endure the baptism from the Buddha Law.
Their bodies became more compatible, and their coordination became more tacit.
With just a look from Hayato, Hayakawa Rin could even know what this scoundrel was thinking.
This feeling was quite strange.
Time passed unconsciously, and the twelve o'clock bell rang.
Hayato slowly opened his eyes and put Tanaka Saya, who was kneeling on the ground like mud, into the prayer beads.
Although she was a monster.
But under his Buddha Law infusion, she was ultimately inferior.
The power of Buddhism Vajra is the nemesis of any demon or monster.
Not to mention Haihui Temple facing such a profound Buddhism secret technique as Happy Zen.
Using extreme Yang to control Yin, supplemented by Yin-Yang dual cultivation, the profoundness of which is not known to outsiders.
Hayato hadn't even gotten serious, and Tanaka Saya had already broken down.
Fortunately, the restlessness in his heart had also mostly calmed down.
"His mana increased by a wisp, not bad."
Feeling the growing mana within his body, Hayato showed a look of satisfaction on his face.
Although it only increased by a wisp of mana, it could at least let him persist for an extra ten breaths when fully exploding.
Ten breaths of time can sometimes be the key to deciding victory or defeat.
In his heart, he placed more importance on this furnace.
Although the short-term effect is limited, if he could cultivate Happy Zen day and night with Tanaka Saya, it could at least double the speed of his cultivation of Buddha Law.
However, to turn this demoness into his exclusive furnace for him to command.
he would still need to purify the malevolence in her heart first.
The method is very simple, which is to help her get revenge.
Thinking of this, Hayato slowly stood up and put on his kasaya.
He glanced at the system, the three daily enhancement opportunities had already reset.
And whether the following plan could be completed would depend on whether these three enhancements were effective.
Thinking of this, Hayato directly selected his ears for enhancement.
Enhance!
The first enhancement directly failed, without any change.
Hayato unhurriedly directly started the second enhancement.
The more times enhanced, the greater the chance of enhancement failure.
Like magic artifacts and the like, succeeding once in ten enhancements is considered having great luck.
But for him, a mortal body, the chance of success for the first enhancement is at least 50%.
As long as his luck wasn't utterly terrible, he would definitely succeed in enhancing once within three times.
Towards his luck, Hayato was still very confident.
As expected, as the second enhancement fell, Hayato instantly discovered the change in his hearing.
As if a thin membrane covering his ears was pierced.
All the sounds around him, in an instant, were like being amplified by more than ten times.
Faint chirping of insects, the sound of conversations separated by several walls.
Even dozens of meters away, he could clearly hear every word of the bodyguards downstairs talking.
Hayato tentatively concentrated his hearing in one direction.
His hearing, which had originally reached its limit, was expanded again after filtering out interference from other directions.
"Master, don't, it wouldn't be good if someone found out."
Suddenly, a Woman's voice entered his ears.
"Female layman, don't panic. This humble monk sees that you have evil spirits causing trouble on your body. If they are not removed as soon as possible, there will definitely be a disaster of bloodshed within three days."
Immediately after, a slightly old but full of vigor voice came.
Hayato was slightly startled, how does this voice sound a bit familiar?
Thinking carefully, isn't this the only old Monk among the four?
"Damn, the old guy is still playing quite wild."
Hayato clicked his tongue, his eyes held a hint of disdain.
He remembered this old Monk was at least sixty years old, and still had the mood to play with women?
And wasn't afraid of twisting his waist.
Moreover, how is this routine so familiar?
It seems a bit like déjà vu.