"Hayakawa Rin had a student who committed suicide by jumping from a building a few days ago due to excessive academic pressure and some family reasons."
Sano Chiho was silent for a moment, then spoke slowly.
Her face was full of pity.
She had high hopes for this student, but due to family reasons and pressure, the student chose to commit suicide after school.
This matter had made her sad for a long time.
"Hayato mean that Hayakawa Rin have been having frequent nightmares because of this incident?"
"Yes!"
Hayato nodded.
For people who die from unnatural causes like this, the resentment on their bodies will linger for a long time after death.
And those who commit suicide have the heaviest resentment.
Sano Chiho had close contact with the body, so she naturally became contaminated with Yin energy.
That's why she often has nightmares.
Solving this problem is also very simple; just chanting scriptures will do.
After all, it was just an unintentional exposure to Yin energy, so dealing with it isn't that troublesome.
"Just chanting scriptures will do?"
Sano Chiho was a little disbelieving.
Because of insomnia and nightmares during this period, she had gone to many hospitals for check-ups.
The result was that nothing was found.
She herself was almost driven to depression by this matter.
Now Hayato is telling her that just by chanting scriptures, she can solve the problem of insomnia?
"Of course, not everyone can."
Hayato corrected.
Getting contaminated with Yin energy is just a small matter for a Master with magical power like him.
However, for ordinary Monks who haven't even stepped through the threshold.
They probably don't even know what Yin energy is, let alone how to remove it.
"Heh heh!"
Looking at the serious Hayato, Sano Chiho covered her mouth and chuckled.
"Haven't seen Hayato for a few years, how come Hayato have also learned to lie like Hayato's Father?"
Looking at Sano Chiho's disbelieving face, Hayato was also helpless.
It's all because of his age disadvantage.
If he were twenty or thirty years older, saying something like this would definitely be convincing.
They would even respectfully call him Master.
As for now, his young and handsome face makes it really hard for people to believe that he is a high-ranking Monk with magical power.
There's no way around it; a beardless mouth is unreliable.
It's a stereotype everywhere.
"Alright, don't be angry."
Sano Chiho amusingly reached out and pinched Hayato's cheek, as if they were back when he was still small.
Back then, her favorite thing to do was rub and pinch this little devil's face.
Every time she pinched it until it was red, and he would react as if he had seen a mouse whenever he saw her.
"Since Hayato are confident, Aunt Chiho will let Hayato try."
Although she didn't believe in her heart that this little devil knew how to exorcise.
After all, she was also friends with Hayato's Father, so she naturally knew that this guy couldn't do anything except pretend to be a ghost and a god.
His greatest achievement in this life was tricking Miko into his grasp.
However, since he was a child she had watched grow up, she didn't mind playing a game with Hayato.
"So, I'm being treated as a liar."
Hayato rubbed his nose, looking at Sano Chiho's doting face, feeling helpless.
Who told him that his old man was an ignorant and incompetent fellow?
It resulted in him being labeled the same way.
Glancing out of the corner of his eye at Sano Chiho leaning over, Hayato couldn't help but swallow.
A nameless fire surged up from the base of his stillness, and his mouth and tongue became somewhat dry.
Today, Sano Chiho was only wearing a simple set of loungewear.
A white strap-knit sweater that barely covered her thighs, a semi-circular neckline in the front, exposing a large area of fair skin.
An unfathomable cleavage, gathered by her bra, appeared particularly full.
Due to leaning over, the loose strap-knit sweater naturally hung down, and a blue lace camisole was clearly visible, covering more than half of her round fullness.
One could even faintly see the smooth, flat lower abdomen beneath the semi-circular outline.
Sano Chiho, who hadn't received a response for a while, looked at Hayato's straightened gaze and found it a little strange.
Following his gaze, she immediately realized.
She quickly reached out to cover her chest, while the other hand pinched Hayato's ear.
"Little devil, Hayato are not being good!"
Sano Chiho, with a flushed face, stood with one hand on her hip, feeling both annoyed and amused.
This little devil is really the same as before, full of bad thoughts.
The only difference is that he's a little bolder.
Before, he at least knew to sneak glances furtively, but now he doesn't even hide it.
However, looking at Hayato's pitiful face, Sano Chiho wasn't truly angry in her heart.
After all, he was a little devil she had watched grow up since he was small, and she had also taken him to bathe together often when he was young.
What hadn't she seen?
Thinking that at her age, she could still attract this kind of little devil.
Sano Chiho couldn't help but feel a little smug in her heart.
However, looking at Hayato's handsome face, this smugness was instantly replaced by a strange feeling.
"Next time Hayato do this again, Auntie will be angry."
Sano Chiho loosened her fingers.
Hayato rubbed his ear, his face full of regret.
He almost saw it.
I have to say, although she is already in her thirties, whether it's her figure, appearance, or temperament.
Looking at Sano Chiho, no one would doubt it if you said she was in her twenties.
Her skin is well-maintained, and because she exercises regularly, her figure is quite evenly proportioned and full.
Years have not left their mark on her; instead, her past life experiences and knowledge make her appear more mature and alluring.
She's like a ripe peach; you could squeeze water out of her.
Compared to those unripe young girls, this kind of feminine young Woman is his favorite type.
What's more, there's the added buff from her identity as a childhood friend's Auntie and Hayakawa Masami's best friend.
Probably, no man can resist this kind of temptation.
Hayato reined in his surging desire.
After all, there is still important business now.
This is not the time to be thinking about these things.
In the future, he will have plenty of time to think slowly.
He took out the zitan wooden fish from his bag and adjusted his mood.
Although his mind was filled with the astonishing snow-white seen in that fleeting glance.
But, he had at least over ten years of cultivation.
Taming the heart-monkey and subduing the mind-horse.
The Random Thoughts in his mind gradually disappeared, and he entered a deep state of meditation.
Sano Chiho, who was originally full of smiles, slowly restrained the smile on her face.
Hayakawa Rin didn't know why, but she just felt that the relaxed atmosphere around them suddenly became a little serious.
Looking at Hayato sitting cross-legged opposite her, a strange thought suddenly arose in her heart that the person sitting opposite was an enlightened monk.
"Thus have I heard. At one time, the Bhagavan was traveling through various countries and came to the great city of Vaisali, dwelling under the Music Tree. He was accompanied by eight thousand great Bhikshus, thirty-six thousand Bodhisattva Mahasattvas, as well as kings, ministers, Brahmins, laymen, devas, nagas, yakshas, humans, non-humans, and an immeasurable multitude, who respectfully surrounded him while he expounded the Dharma..."
Hayato recited the buddha scriptures unhurriedly, gently tapping the wooden fish.
His low voice seemed to contain some kind of magical power.
Repeatedly washing over Sano Chiho's heartstrings.