Seeing the Monk in front of her grasp her root of sin, completely immerse the Vajra Pestle within it, and repeatedly bestow Buddha light.
The Eight-Foot Lady's mind, previously occupied by resentment, immediately regained clarity.
She stuttered, wanting to stop him, but the prayer beads restraining her body burst out with a wave of Buddha light, directly suppressing Hayakawa Rin.
The Eight-Foot Lady, powerless throughout her body, was suppressed by the prayer beads and knelt on the ground, her face flushed red.
Because of the kneeling posture, her full and tempting honey-like buttocks pressed onto a pair of jade feet, squeezing out an exaggerated curve.
Her full leg flesh looked even more plump and alluring.
And that relatively loose dress, due to the compression of her body, was also forced to cling tightly to her, stretched into an inverted peach shape.
Plump, round, full, mature.
The temptation brought by a body ripe like a honey peach was beyond words.
"Such a hidden mountain-like body is simply a born enchantress meant to serve men."
"So, Madam, you must have been enduring it too, you actually really wanted it, right?"
Hayato couldn't help but praise.
It was entirely a heartfelt and sincere exclamation.
"No, it's not like this, don't say such embarrassing things."
The Eight-Foot Lady, unable to resist, could only purse her lips.
Like a broken toy, her body was being wantonly played with, and her whole body was trembling.
Hayato's lips curved upwards, the smile on his face indescribably wicked.
"I'm a little tired, so is it okay to leave the rest to Madam?"
This Evil Spirit is very interesting.
When her resentment erupts, she is a fierce Evil Spirit.
But, when she is normal, she has a completely different personality.
Simple, shy, like a naive girl who has never seen the world.
She seems ignorant of everything.
It seems this is her true nature.
"I, I don't know how to do it~."
The Eight-Foot Lady lowered her head, her eyes somewhat evasive.
Hayato smiled slightly upon hearing this, and grasped the Eight-Foot Lady's chin.
"You should know what you've done, right?"
"I... I know."
The Eight-Foot Lady, who had opened her mouth as if to argue, suddenly looked dejected.
Although it wasn't Hayakawa Rin who harmed those children, that guy appeared because of Hayakawa Rin, this is a fact.
Hayakawa Rin bears an undeniable responsibility for the occurrence of these events.
"So, now you are atoning for your sins."
"The sins you have caused, you won't be able to become Buddha after death, you can only suffer in hell."
Looking at the Eight-Foot Lady whose face instantly turned pale, Hayato continued to increase his actions and verbal output.
The Eight-Foot Lady's pale face became rosy as Hayato's salvation work progressed, but she still endured the strange feeling and listened carefully.
Hayakawa Rin was a believer during her life, and very devout.
After death, she became an Evil Spirit, uncontrollably committing so many wrongdoings.
Whether she could become Buddha was not just a spiritual solace for Hayakawa Rin, but also a final destination.
Thinking of the legends of hell, if she would enter hell to suffer after death, just the thought made Hayakawa Rin feel a chill down her spine.
"Do I... do I still have a chance to become Buddha?"
The Eight-Foot Lady asked weakly.
"Of course, there is. Buddha is merciful and offers a glimmer of hope to all sentient beings, it just depends on whether you can grasp it."
Hayato's tone was earnestly persuasive.
"Master, what should I do? Please help me."
This was the sentence he was waiting for.
Looking at the softly pleading Eight-Foot Lady, Hayato explained with a serious face.
"What I cultivate is Happy Zen, it requires a believer to bestow their physical body to help me become Buddha."
"If you can help me cultivate, it will be an act of immeasurable merit. When I become Buddha, the sins on your body will naturally vanish."
"Rea... really?"
The Eight-Foot Lady showed hesitation. Although it sounded somewhat reasonable, why did it feel a little strange?
"Don't you want to become Buddha anymore?"
Looking at the hesitant Eight-Foot Lady, Hayato's face hardened, and his tone became serious.
"Then I can only send you to salvation, to suffer in hell."
"No, Master, I didn't refuse, I just don't know how to help you cultivate."
Upon hearing this, the Eight-Foot Lady immediately began to plead softly.
"I'll teach you!"
Hayato immediately began to teach by word and example.
"The Demon Subduing Pestle is a sacred object for cultivating the Happy Zen Sutra. Only by offering your physical body can you obtain merit."
"Use your hand, hold your most devout sincerity to wrap it, and let the sacred object feel your sincerity through friction."
"Yes, just like that, you're learning quickly, very good."
Hayato narrowed his eyes, feeling the somewhat awkward offering, his heart filled with unspeakable satisfaction.
"Master, how much longer do I need to offer?"
After a moment, the Eight-Foot Lady couldn't help but look up at Hayato and ask.
Hayakawa Rin had already been offering for more than ten minutes. Besides feeling the Master's Buddha Law becoming increasingly hot and her sincerity being uncomfortably scalded, she felt nothing else.
Even because of the prolonged offering, her chest felt a little burning.
After all, the Buddha light on this sacred object was very restraining towards an Evil Spirit like Hayakawa Rin.
After a long time, her body seemed to become uncomfortable.
"This is just the beginning. If it were so easy to become Buddha, wouldn't everyone be able to become Buddha?"
Hayato softly rebuked.
Looking at the Eight-Foot Lady's raised exquisite face, that pure and ignorant expression made Hayato even more annoyed.
"Tie up your hair."
"Huh?"
"I told you to tie up your hair."
Why does the Master suddenly seem very angry?
Looking at Hayato's bloodshot eyes, the Eight-Foot Lady couldn't help but feel a little timid, although she was puzzled why she had to tie up her hair.
But she still obediently tied up her long black hair.
As her long hair was tied up, her pure temperament added a touch of mature charm.
"Debating scriptures with the mouth, using the advantage of the mouth to debate Buddha Law, holding the Demon Subduing Pestle, using the mouth to wrap the root of Buddha Law, repeatedly praising..."
Although it was her first time cultivating Buddha Law deeply, fortunately, Hayakawa Rin's physique was different from ordinary people.
Far beyond ordinary human physique came a much wider tolerance.
Although Hayato's foundation was profound, it was slightly difficult at first, with many bumps, but he adapted extremely quickly.
Hayato narrowed his eyes, looking down at the constantly fluctuating black hair.
The Eight-Foot Lady, feeling uneasy, occasionally looked up at Hayato with innocent eyes, fearing she wasn't doing well.
Those pure eyes instantly maxed out the emotional value.
Hayato internally cried out that he couldn't stand it.
Pure eyes, a chaotic scene, intense visual impact, it almost pushed him to his limit.
He pulled back, took a few deep breaths, and managed to suppress the Buddha Law that was about to burst forth.
"Master, did I do something wrong again?"
The Eight-Foot Lady looked at Hayato cautiously, not knowing what she had done wrong again.
Hayato didn't speak, he gently waved his finger, and the Vajra prayer beads around the Eight-Foot Lady's neck, like a collar, bloomed with Buddha light.
The Eight-Foot Lady suddenly felt the prayer beads on her neck become heavy, and couldn't help but bend down, her entire upper body completely pressed against the cold ground.
With her hands on the ground, only her arms could move.
Listening to the gradually approaching footsteps, the Eight-Foot Lady could only see a pair of feet walking past her through the limited space.
He walked around behind her.
The next second, her back suddenly felt cold, and her white dress was lifted up to her waist.
A cool breeze blew past, and the Eight-Foot Lady shivered all over.
She was an Evil Spirit, why would she still feel cold?
Just as this thought flashed through her mind, a pair of warm large hands gently pressed onto her waist and hips, lightly caressing her.
"Even more perfect than I imagined."
Hayato's praise made the Eight-Foot Lady feel a little embarrassed.
She trembled all over, and her fair, smooth skin instantly turned crimson.
This posture was a little too shameful.
Before she could react, Hayato had already reached out and picked up the white cotton edge, flipping it to the side.
White tiger sways, phoenix plays the sheng.
Tender pistil holds fragrance, charm is endless.
Mantou plus tiger, one word, moist!
With a soft hum, the Eight-Foot Lady's fingers dug tightly into the ground, her eyes hazy as she received the infusion of Buddha Law from behind.
Amidst the low mournful cries, her jade body trembled slightly.
Hayato suddenly let out a low hum, reached out and grabbed those two arms, pulling them back.
The Eight-Foot Lady, curled up on the ground, involuntarily arched her waist upwards and backwards.
Letting a pair of exaggerated sources of sin swing back and forth with the rhythm.
After riding for a moment as if holding reins, Hayato let go.
The Eight-Foot Lady whimpered, reaching out to grasp the two plump curves below her waist.
Allowing the pistil to bloom outwards.
She didn't know why she was doing this, only purely acting on instinct.
"Merit, catch it!"
Hayato shouted in a low voice, suddenly accelerating the speed of the Buddha Law exchange.
"Merit, merit!"
The Eight-Foot Lady lay weakly on the ground, her eyes somewhat vacant.
"Master, can I... become a Buddha now?"
Hayato, who had just tidied his kasaya, looked at the cream puff within reach, his mood indescribably joyful.
"Naturally, you can!"
"However, becoming a Buddha is not something that can be done in a short time."
"From now on, you will follow me and cultivate the Buddha Law with me, and there will eventually be a day when you become a Buddha."
The Eight-Foot Lady nodded weakly, her vacant eyes gradually regaining their luster.
Hayato took out the Hundred Ghost Records and recorded her within it.
The Hundred Ghost Records can not only seal Evil Spirits, but the Evil Spirits sealed within will also be nourished by the Hundred Ghost Records.
He and the Eight-Foot Lady had just cultivated the Buddha Law and consumed too much energy.
His Buddhist principles are extremely rigid and yang, which is beneficial to Evil Spirits, but also harmful.
Even Tanaka Saya had to rest for half a day after discussing the Buddha Law with Hayato to digest the benefits.
Putting the Eight-Foot Lady in here would allow her to recover faster.
As the Eight-Foot Lady was subdued, the darkness shrouding the surroundings also gradually dissipated.
Hayato's eyes were curious, he had noticed it from earlier.
There seemed to be some powerful force around the alley that isolated the inside and outside of the alley.
It was like two completely different worlds.
People outside couldn't see what was happening inside the alley, and sounds from inside the alley couldn't spread out.
If you walked into this area, your vision would even be affected by it.
Even his ultimate eyesight couldn't completely see through this darkness.
This feeling was somewhat like a barrier.
"Hayakawa Masami, it's here!"
Just then, a voice suddenly came from behind him.
Following the sound, a tall Woman dressed in business attire, looking somewhat serious, walked slowly with a child.
Black-rimmed glasses, hair tied up, she looked somewhat rigid and demanding.
This was Hayato's first impression.
Although the Woman was very beautiful, her clothes were quite modest, loose business attire completely covered her figure, the only parts exposed were her neck and hands.
This kind of dress and temperament didn't resemble an ordinary urban white-collar worker, but rather a teacher who educates people.
While Hayato was looking at the Woman, the Woman was also looking at him.
"This Monk, he looks quite good."
Looking at Hayato's handsome face, a strange look flashed in the Woman's eyes.
But it quickly disappeared.
The Woman walked over with the child, and only then did Hayato realize that this child was the same child he had just rescued?
"Hayakawa Masami, there was a tall older sister chasing me earlier, and this Uncle saved me."
The boy pointed at Hayato and said softly.
"Thank you for saving my son."
Fujiwara Erika bowed deeply, and the moment she bent down, her loose straight-leg pants tightened, and her overly full peach entered Hayato's sight.
Hiss!
Unexpectedly, this Woman, who seemed to have an unremarkable figure, was so well-endowed.
Hayato immediately felt his fists clench.
The anger that had just subsided showed signs of reviving.
This damned Happy Zen.
He cursed inwardly, but on the surface, Hayato remained calm, clasped his hands together, and smiled slightly.
"It was just a small matter!"
Seeing how humble this Monk was, Fujiwara Erika immediately had a better impression.
She pushed up her glasses, and a smile appeared on her cold face.
The boy next to her had a look as if he had seen a ghost, as even he rarely saw his Hayakawa Masami smile.
"It's too late today, Master, please leave your contact information, and I will personally thank you when I have time."
Looking at the serious Woman.
Hayato was helpless and could only leave his contact information.
Watching the two leave, Hayato suddenly remembered something.
"Are there any cars now?"
He took out his phone and looked, it was already past ten o'clock at night.
He had just been so focused on teaching the Eight-Foot Lady the Buddha Law that he forgot about the important matter.
The problem now was, where would he stay tonight?