Inside the room.
The unhurried chanting of scriptures, mixed with the ethereal sound of the wooden fish.
Echoed throughout the entire room.
Sano Chiho couldn't help but yawn, and suddenly felt a strong wave of sleepiness surge into her heart.
After forcing herself for a moment, she finally couldn't resist the increasingly heavy sleepiness.
"I'll just sleep for a bit, just a bit..."
From her alluring red lips came faint, almost imperceptible murmurs.
Sano Chiho lay on her side on the tatami mat, gradually falling into a dream.
Just a moment after falling asleep, wisps of Yin energy, imperceptible to the naked eye, slowly appeared on her exposed white and delicate skin.
Sano Chiho in her sleep seemed to be having a nightmare.
Her brows furrowed tightly, her pale face covered in cold sweat, and her body trembled slightly.
"Something isn't right..."
Hayato frowned, originally thinking Sano Chiho had only been contaminated with a little Yin energy.
With his magic power, wouldn't it be easy to remove?
However, the situation's development seemed a bit unexpected.
This wisp of Yin energy seemed weak, but it clung to Sano Chiho like a bone-deep ulcer, rooting itself between bone and flesh.
As soon as one wisp was removed, another would emerge, continuously and endlessly.
It was simply like wild grass, impossible to completely eradicate.
Moreover, each time the Yin energy regenerated, it would extract vital energy from Sano Chiho.
If this continued, even if he could remove this wisp of Yin energy, it would be like killing a thousand enemies while losing eight hundred of his own.
The casual expression on Hayato's face became slightly serious.
He originally hadn't taken this wisp of Yin energy seriously, but its stubbornness was truly unexpected.
Without using some real methods, he really couldn't handle this thing.
"Thud!"
Holding the striker, he struck heavily on the wooden fish.
Along with a wisp of magic power infused, a hint of Sanskrit chanting faintly emerged within the ethereal sound of the wooden fish.
Like a true Buddha chanting Zen, delivering all sentient beings.
Hayato's speed of reciting the buddha scriptures also became slow, with longer intervals between each sentence of the buddha scriptures.
Finally, he opened his mouth silently, with an interval of over ten breaths between each word spoken.
Inside the room, the pervasive Buddhist principles became increasingly dense, faintly converging into a phantom image suffused with Buddha light.
Sitting cross-legged, his form was solemn.
Holding a medicine pot in his left hand, and forming the Mudra of Granting Wishes with his right hand.
Hayato's left hand naturally hung down in front of his knee, palm facing outwards.
Also making the same posture as the phantom image of the Medicine Buddha Tathagata.
The Mudra of Granting Wishes is a symbol of the original vows of Ratnasambhava Tathagata, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, Akashagarbha Bodhisattva, and others.
In Buddhism, it represents the mudra of giving, granting, benevolence, and acceptance.
Naturally, it also has the effect of warding off evil and curing illnesses.
Swish!
The Buddha light shone everywhere behind him, and that wisp of Yin energy, like a chronic illness, had nowhere to escape under the Buddha light.
In an instant, it turned into nothingness.
Hayato's face was slightly pale as he slowly opened his eyes.
He originally thought it was just clearing a little residual Yin energy on her body, but the magic power consumed was even more than when he fought against others.
Fortunately, his Buddha Law was still superior.
There was not much joy on Hayato's face.
He had previously delivered Evil Spirits, and coupled with cultivating Happy Zen together with Cangjing Yuri, his total magic power had already approached ten wisps.
One wisp of magic power is one hundred threads.
His current total magic power in his body is nearly a thousand threads, yet purifying this single wisp of Yin energy was so strenuous.
How terrifying must the ghostly thing that bred this wisp of Yin energy be?
Fortunately, Sano Chiho had only been contaminated with a single wisp of Yin energy, otherwise he estimated he would have had to risk his life.
As the Yin energy dissipated.
Sano Chiho, who was having a nightmare, gradually relaxed her furrowed brows.
Her expression was indescribably relaxed.
"Hayato is relaxed now."
Hayato shook his head, looking at Sano Chiho, who was casually lying on the floor as if he were not an outsider at all.
From his angle and vision, the scenery under her sweater couldn't be said to be clearly visible, but it was certainly all within his sight.
Good news, he could see very clearly.
Bad news, there were other clothes underneath.
A cotton mask with very little fabric.
Inside the room, it was so quiet that only the sound of even breathing could be heard.
Sano Chiho unconsciously stirred in her sleep, her delicate body twisting; as she turned onto her side, her right leg curled up, and her sweater quietly rolled up halfway.
Under the loose sweater, a pair of snow-white jade legs were brazenly exposed.
Her legs were long and straight, her thighs slightly thick, full and elastic, with just the right amount of fleshiness, while her calves were slender and long, with tight and smooth lines.
Like two flesh-colored pythons, intertwined.
Even from the perspective of Hayato, a seasoned pervert, this perfect leg shape was impeccable.
The only flaw was the absence of a pair of black stockings.
If these perfect fleshy legs could be wrapped in stockings and massaged with a little essential oil, that would simply be a killer move.
Imagine that scene: black transparent stockings, constricting the fleshy thighs, the full leg flesh spilling over the edge of the stockings, the legs gently coiled together.
Who could withstand that kind of temptation?
"I'm afraid they could squeeze someone to death."
Hayato thought silently to himself, with these beautiful legs, who could withstand such a squeeze?
As the saying goes, the pavilion near the water gets the moonlight first.
He was also too young back then, and actually failed to eat this plump grass by his nest.
Although, he seemed to be only a little over ten years old at that time.
Not even as tall as this little Auntie's chest.
"A married woman, seems pretty good too..."
Hayato muttered these two words, feeling as if his heart rate was accelerating.
NMD, the moment he thought of Sano Chiho being someone else's wife, he seemed to get even more excited.
He slowly walked to the front of the sofa, looking at Sano Chiho, whose lower body was completely exposed, and Hayato swallowed.
"Her legs are quite beautiful, they'd be even more alluring if she wore stockings."
Muttering softly, Hayato still couldn't resist reaching out his hand.