"I'm here!"
Sano Chiho's place wasn't far from the station.
They walked for about twenty minutes and saw some apartment buildings.
"Would Hayato like to come up and sit for a while?"
Sano Chiho looked at Hayato and subconsciously asked.
As soon as she spoke, she immediately regretted it.
Her husband didn't get off work until after ten every day, so there was no one at home now.
A single man and Woman alone in a room, especially after what had just happened on the train.
What was the difference between her asking Hayato to come up and sit and inviting a wolf into the house?
She wasn't afraid of sitting for a while, but afraid it would suddenly turn into doing something.
"Never mind!"
"I still need to go back to the Temple; if it's too late, I'll miss the train."
Hayato shook his head and gently refused the little Auntie's invitation.
Today's progress was fast enough; there was no need to relentlessly pursue.
Giving her some space to breathe and savor the experience would make the subsequent development easier.
Going too far is as bad as not going far enough; that's the principle.
Based on his many years of deeply discussing Buddha Law with married women.
This kind of Woman who is lonely in her deep chambers is most prone to worrying about gains and losses.
She thinks too much and has too many concerns.
Instead, she is not as good as those women in their twenties who have just entered society.
They don't have so many concerns and thoughts; a whim can easily lead them to give themselves away.
Pink was given to the trendy man, brown to the boss, and black to the honest man.
The more experienced they are, the more complex the things they consider.
While dancing on the boundary line of morality and ethics, the desire in their bones makes them want to challenge the thrill of jumping off the line.
This kind of Woman, when faced with a temptation that can break her moral bottom line, will conquer herself.
Once she takes that step, she will be casually kneaded into various shapes.
However, wanting to grasp the most suitable rhythm is quite a test of one's skill level.
And he, coincidentally, was a master of this path.
After exchanging contact information, Hayato left without the slightest reluctance.
To conquer a Woman's body and mind, the initiative must always be held in one's own hands.
Therefore, he cannot show the slightest bit of desire or need now.
A true hunter never actively pursues prey.
Instead, he sets deadly traps and uses bait to lure the prey to come to him willingly.
What cannot be obtained is the most precious.
Once a Woman gets the idea that "he is interested in me," then no matter what Hayato does, it will be labeled as "he is trying to get my attention."
The result is often only one of two types.
If she has a good impression of Hayato, there will be some response initially, but as time passes, this enthusiasm will gradually disappear and be replaced by annoyance.
Because in her subconscious, Hayato is just an optional suitor, not a dating partner who has invested feelings and cost.
The former can be casually abandoned.
As for the latter, it requires a certain determination, and as this "feelings and cost" increases, the difficulty of letting go becomes greater.
Sometimes, this kind of self-righteous emotional investment is harder to give up than pure self-interest.
If there isn't even the most basic goodwill, then it's just a pure simp waiting in the wings.
With preconceived notions, no matter how affectionate or devoted Hayato are, it will only make the other party more disgusted and repulsed.
After all, who would fall in love with a dog just because it licks their leg all day?
The more this happens, the less a Woman should be led by the nose.
What's more, the one who truly has a need now is not Hayato, but Hayato's little Auntie.
Create anxiety and deepen the other party's needs and desires.
Naturally, Hayato will take the initiative to find Hayato.
As long as a stable "supply" and "demand" relationship is formed, the one who is anxious will never be the supplier.
The most important thing Hayato should do now is to deepen Sano Chiho's needs while expanding Hayato's own value.
Simply put, it's like a gold digger meeting a rich man.
The rich man doesn't need to do anything; as long as Hayato continuously increases Hayato's wealth and value, the temptation for the gold digger will only increase.
Conversely, Hayato will even actively tolerate the rich man's shortcomings and provide emotional value in return.
When this emotional value output reaches its limit, even if the rich man hasn't spent a penny, Hayato has everything.
Hayato's eyes were filled with emotion.
No one is born a scumbag, and Hayato is no exception.
Thinking back then, when Hayato first inherited Yakushi Temple, Hayato could say that Hayato was completely open and honest with the female believers who discussed Buddha Law.
However, Hayato quickly discovered.
The more enthusiastic Hayato was, the colder the attitude of these believers became, and they even started to distance themselves.
It was as if the enthusiasm faded, and everything returned to bình thường.
Conversely, Hayato ignored these believers, treating everything around Hayato with a cold, condescending attitude.
Those believers became even more fanatical.
Some even went as far as self-harm and selling off their family property just to get Hayato's attention.
From then on, Hayato clearly understood a truth: the harder something is to obtain, the more unforgettable it becomes.
Therefore, whoever bows their head first in this game represents handing over the reins of a slave to the other party.
This little brat actually left.
Watching the figure disappear from view, Sano Chiho felt a strange sense of irritation.
Although she wanted to control her boundaries and not cross the line with Hayato's relationship.
However, seeing this guy leave without any reluctance, Sano Chiho felt an unspeakable sense of loss and irritation in her heart.
It felt as if she had lost something.
Click!
Push open the door and turn on the light.
In the empty room, there was an unspeakable silence.
Everything was there, but there was a lack of vitality.
She couldn't feel the warmth of home at all.
Sano Chiho seemed to be used to it.
Ever since she and her husband moved here, working overtime and socializing every night seemed to have become her husband's entire life.
He often came home at midnight and went straight to sleep on the bed.
All her needs and requests were no match for the words "I'm too tired" or "Tomorrow."
She had even forgotten when she was last with her husband.
Half a year ago?
Or two years ago?
Her husband wasn't dead, but she seemed to have already started living the life of a widow.
Sometimes, Sano Chiho wondered why she wasn't a real widow.
At least, she could openly go out and satisfy her needs without feeling guilty anymore.
She took off her clothes and lay in bed.
As soon as she closed her eyes, Sano Chiho couldn't help but picture that perfect, masculine, strong body radiating a strong male aura.
"Xiao Hayato..."
Holding the clothes she had just taken off in her arms, Sano Chiho's eyes were hazy.
It was a pity she could only smell her own body fragrance.
Sano Chiho seemed to remember her dream again.
For a moment, she even had trouble distinguishing between dream and reality.
Feeling a bit cold, she couldn't help but put her right hand under the covers.
After an unknown amount of time, Sano Chiho looked at the stain on her jeans, her hazy eyes struggling between wakefulness and indulgence.
Her head slowly approached, her mouth slowly opened, and she exhaled like an orchid.
A cold wind suddenly blew in from the window, and the chill instantly sobered Sano Chiho.
"Sigh..."
After a long silence, a faint sigh.
Sano Chiho, with her legs clamped around her clothes, suppressed her restless desires and slowly closed her eyes.
The restlessness in her heart did not extinguish; instead, it was like a prairie fire, showing a tendency to intensify.
She herself didn't know how much longer she could control herself.
However, the image of her husband in her mind gradually disappeared.
Instead, the image of Hayato became clearer.
On the other side, Hayato, who had left the apartment building.
Walking towards the subway station, Hayato pondered Hayato's performance today.
When Hayato passed through a narrow alley, the prayer beads in Hayato's hand suddenly glowed and heated up.
"Hmm?"
Hayato frowned and looked at the dark alley, where only a street lamp illuminated a small area.
"Yin energy!"
The only thing that could make the Vajra prayer beads react was Yin energy.
Is there an Evil Spirit here?
"Hayato's luck is pretty good."
Hayato just didn't know what kind of ghost it was.
Hayato touched the kasaya on Hayato's body, and Hayato's heart calmed down a little.
Hayato had a body full of magic treasures to protect Hayato. As long as Hayato didn't encounter an overly outrageous Evil Spirit, even if Hayato couldn't defeat it, who could stop Hayato from running away?
Moreover, how strong could the Evil Spirit appearing in this kind of place be?
It's probably just an ordinary vengeful spirit.
"A mosquito is still meat, no matter how small it is."
Hayato muttered that saving some Evil Spirits would bring merit.
And merit could improve one's cultivation realm.
Saving a weak Evil Spirit could only increase a few strands of magic power.
A stronger one, like a monster of Tanaka Saya's type, could even have a wisp of magic power.
However, a monster with good strength like Tanaka Saya is not something that can be encountered everywhere.
Most of the time, Hayato encounters ordinary Evil Spirits, vengeful spirits, and the like.
Although the gains from saving these Evil Spirits are not much, it is better than nothing.
After all, little by little adds up. Perhaps Hayato's cultivation to the Arhat Bodhisattva fruition is just short of this merit.
Hayato lifted Hayato's foot and walked into the alley.
As soon as Hayato entered the alley, the surrounding lights suddenly dimmed.
It was as if Hayato had entered another world.
Hayato suppressed the strange thoughts in Hayato's heart and focused Hayato's hearing to the extreme.
A childish cry immediately entered Hayato's ears.
Following the direction of the crying, Hayato saw a tall figure from behind.
A white long dress, long black hair down to the waist, wearing a large hat.
The sky was too dark, and the distance was far, so even though Hayato's naked eyes were cultivated to the extreme, Hayato couldn't see the other party's appearance for a while.
But from the full figure, it could be seen that it should be a Woman, with an extremely exaggerated physique.
At least two meters seventy-eight centimeters tall.
A strong Yin energy emanated from the Woman, making the entire alley even darker.
Hayato frowned. Although Hayato didn't know the origin of this Evil Spirit, judging from this aura, it was not an ordinary Evil Spirit.
Hayato took out the Hundred Ghost Records from Hayato's pocket and transferred a trace of magic power into it.
Swish!
On the Hundred Ghost Records, a light flashed.
On the blank pages, images and text slowly appeared.
[Eight-Foot Lady]
[Height is over 8 feet, a female strange entity wearing a white dress, a white hat, with a full figure and a seductive appearance.]
[Behavior/Hobbies: Kidnapping, killing, and intimidating underage children, and the targets are mostly underage boys, and are exceptionally fond of charming teenagers. People who see the Eight-Foot Lady will die within a few days.]
[Before death, she was a gentle Woman, born tall, and loved children. Later, she was brutally murdered after being slandered for killing a missing child. After death, her pain and resentment gathered, turning into a strange entity, turning love into hate, and generating resentment towards all underage children.]
Eight-Foot Lady?
A question mark flashed in Hayato's mind.
Why does this strange entity feel familiar?
The Evil Spirit in a white dress, with elegant steps, slowly moved forward.
"Hayato, Hayato don't come over!"
In the alley, a boy who looked no older than eight or nine, watching the slowly approaching giant, wanted to escape in fear.
Bang!
His body hit an invisible wall, and the boy who was bounced back sat on the ground.
Swish!
A gust of wind whistled behind him, and the boy who hadn't reacted yet looked back.
A pair of huge palms reached down and grabbed at him.
The desperate boy closed his eyes, but the imagined pain did not appear.
Slowly opening his eyes, he saw a Monk wearing a cassock, standing with one hand raised, blocking in front of him.
A layer of Buddha light faintly appeared on his body, blocking the giant.
"Why aren't you running?"
With a faint glance, Hayato said casually.
When the fight starts later, he won't have the energy to take care of this little brat.
"Thank, thank you!"
The boy who reacted, using both hands and feet, ran out of the alley.
Hayato's gaze turned to the Evil Spirit in front of him, and he slightly narrowed his eyes.
At such a close distance, he could clearly see the appearance of this Evil Spirit.
An exaggerated height, a white dress, and a very large hat on her head.
Under the hat, was a Woman's face, not as ugly and ferocious as imagined, but rather looked a bit beautiful.
Long black straight hair was casually draped down.
A delicate face, soft features, with a faint smile hanging on the corner of her mouth, she looked like a mature mother.
Under the fitted white dress, her ample form naturally hung down under the influence of gravity, the perfect shape like a water drop.
It was the first time Hayato so intuitively understood what it meant to be bigger than a head.
However, the full body of resentment was something that couldn't be faked.
This Evil Spirit has harmed at least dozens of lives.
"Evil creature, Hayato's sins are not light. Return with This humble monk to receive the Buddha Law's salvation, and Hayato can become a Buddha sooner!"
"If Hayato remains stubborn, This humble monk will have no choice but to suppress Hayato here."
Hayato stood with one hand raised, the prayer beads in his hand bloomed with Buddha light, and a phantom image of a wrathful Vajra appeared behind him.
"Why..."
The smile on the Eight-Foot Lady's face slowly disappeared, and her expression became sad.
She said softly, as if talking to herself.
"I just wanted to play with them, why did they..."
"Want to hurt me!"
"It was like this before, and it's like this now. Everyone wants to hurt me!"
Dense resentment emanated, and that kindly face became ferocious and distorted under the resentment.
Her black hair slowly floated up under the enhancement of resentment.
Swish!
The Eight-Foot Lady's figure suddenly disappeared, and then instantly appeared in front of Hayato.
Bang!
Hands much larger than ordinary people's smashed down towards Hayato.
The protective golden light covering his body swayed for an instant.
Hayato raised his eyebrows, his eyes filled with surprise.
This guy's strength is terrifyingly powerful. Just with physical strength, she can actually shake his protective Buddha light.
"Stubborn and unrepentant!"
With a cold snort, the prayer beads in his hand bloomed with brilliant light.
The raging Vajra power blessed his body, and Hayato's punch shattered the dense resentment.
Vajra power has the ability to subdue demons, and is a natural nemesis for this type of Evil Spirit monsters.
A look of pain appeared on the Eight-Foot Lady's face, and she suddenly let out a mournful shriek.
An invisible impact wave washed over Hayato's sanity.
"There's also mental attack?"
Hayato hadn't expected that this Evil Spirit would have so many tricks.
Taking out a zitan wooden fish, he poured magic power into the mallet and struck it heavily.
The ethereal sound of the wooden fish echoed, and the golden Buddha light rippled like water waves, offsetting the piercing shriek.
Hayato threw out the prayer beads. The fourteen Buddhist beads grew against the wind and directly wrapped around the Eight-Foot Lady's body.
Crackle crackle crackle!
The Eight-Foot Lady, restrained by the prayer beads, struggled desperately, trying to break free from their restraint.
But as the Buddhist beads tightened, the struggling movements of the Evil Spirit, whose face was full of pain, became weaker and weaker.
Until the last wisp of resentment was sealed by the Buddhist beads, the Eight-Foot Lady was powerless to resist and knelt on the ground.
Tap tap tap!
Footsteps gradually approached. The Eight-Foot Lady, kneeling on the ground, looked up at the Monk walking towards her.
"Since Hayato doesn't listen to This humble monk's kind advice, then This humble monk is also slightly skilled in the art of subduing demons!"
Hayato looked down at the Woman kneeling on the ground.
Her huge body, over two meters tall, was almost level with him even when kneeling on the ground.
A delicate face, soft features, looking like a clear spring in the mountains, pure and white.
Except for her somewhat ferocious and pale expression, there was no difference from an ordinary person.
Hayato's expression gradually became strange.
Because her body was restrained by the prayer beads, her full enormous breasts were squeezed into an overflowing shape as the restraints tightened.
Her thin white dress seemed like it could burst at any moment.
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Hayato slightly lowered his head.
He could look down and see the overflowing immensity between them, the snowy white valley squeezed out.
It was like a bottomless abyss, swallowing everything.
Hiss!
Hayato couldn't help but take a deep breath.
Smelling the faint fragrance that assailed him, he felt a bit restless.
The heat that had been stirred up by Sano Chiho earlier, he had been suppressing it all along.
Now being stimulated like this again, the forcibly suppressed heat had reached a critical point, as if it could explode at any moment.
He had 'driven' countless vehicles over the years, but it was truly the first time he had seen such a large 'vehicle'.
"This humble monk wonders if This humble monk can handle it."
Hayato lowered his eyelids and slowly walked forward.
Reaching out, he pinched the Eight-Foot Lady's delicate chin, looking at that face full of resentment.
It's truly a bit too much of a waste for someone so beautiful.
"layman has committed many sins, and fears entering the Avici Hell after death. Fortunately, This humble monk once made a grand vow to save all suffering and Evil Spirits in the world."
Hayato tilted his head back, showing a compassionate expression.
What does this Monk want to do?
A trace of confusion flashed across the Eight-Foot Lady's ferocious face.
Looking at the Monk standing in front of her, before she could react, she felt a large hand grasping her weak spot.
Her mind instantly went blank.
What is this Monk doing?
"This humble monk cultivates the Happy Zen Buddha Law, achieving enlightenment and becoming Buddha through the path of the physical body. If layman bestows her physical body upon This humble monk, she can obtain immeasurable merit and wash away her sins."
"Although This humble monk is unwilling, he cannot bear to see Hayato end up like this, today bestow the physical body, help layman become Buddha soon."
Looking at the Monk's serious expression.
The Eight-Foot Lady's already slow brain directly crashed.
The Monk's words didn't sound wrong, but why did it feel strange?
Just as the Eight-Foot Lady was in a daze, a trace of Buddha Law surged from Hayato's fingertips.
The thin white dress was torn open, revealing the full sin that was already bursting out from being tightly restrained.
After losing its restraint, it immediately jumped out without any restriction.
The overflowing snow-white immediately occupied all sight.
A flash of greed flickered in Hayato's eyes, he put his palms together, and silently chanted a Buddha name.
He opened his kasaya, revealing that perfect body.
He took out the Demon Subduing Pestle hidden below his waist.
The bewildered Eight-Foot Lady suddenly felt as if something had scalded her chest.
The scorching heat made her whole body go soft.
She lowered her head to look and found it was a Vajra Pestle emitting Buddha light, with various carvings inscribed all over its body.
As Hayato poured in his Buddha Law, golden light flowed on the Demon Subduing Pestle, subtly imbued with the power of Vajra Demon Subduing.
Just by looking at it, she felt a sense of suffocation.
Although she was somewhat ignorant and didn't know what this was, she instinctively felt an indescribable shame.
"Wait, wait!"