Yakushi Temple's location is a bit remote.
Even taking the subway usually takes twenty to thirty minutes.
If taking a taxi, you also have to go around a section of mountain road.
Even if the driver floors the accelerator, it will take at least an hour or more.
Instead of wasting this energy, Hayakawa Rin might as well find a place to sleep outside for the night first.
Anyway, with Tanaka Saya guarding the Temple, nothing should go wrong.
What's more, even if he wanted to call a taxi at this time, he probably wouldn't be able to get one.
Hayato opened his phone and scrolled through, planning to find a cheap and good quality guesthouse to stay for the night.
"Hey, this guesthouse seems very cheap."
After casually searching for a bit, Hayato found a guesthouse with rent half the price of other guesthouses.
In the same area, the price was half that of others.
Is this charity?
Hayato immediately became interested; if it were just a little cheaper, he wouldn't even look at it.
But being so much cheaper really piqued his interest.
He wanted to see just how bad this place was.
He walked over according to the address, and after more than ten minutes, he reached his destination.
Looking at the three-story detached small building in front of him, Hayato raised his eyebrows.
A two or three-story detached small building is also called an 'Ikkodate' in Japan.
It's equivalent to a small villa, with an independent garden and garage, and the area is usually around one to two hundred square meters.
Although nothing much could be seen from the outside, it was far from the dilapidated and cheap rental house he had imagined.
A guesthouse like this, with such a cheap price, is somewhat problematic.
Hayato muttered, then suddenly realized and slapped his forehead.
"Why think about this?"
What does it matter to him if the house is strange?
Anyway, he's just staying for one night, and as a grown man, he's not afraid of being secretly photographed or followed.
What the hell is there to worry about?
Thinking of this, he directly called the renter.
Before long, a middle-aged man wearing home clothes, looking a bit irritable, walked over in slippers.
"So late at night, not letting people get a good night's sleep..."
The man, muttering to himself, arrived in front of the house, just about to scold the person who disturbed his peaceful sleep so late at night.
He saw a Monk wearing a kasaya standing in front of the house.
The angry expression on his face immediately froze, and like changing faces, he squeezed out a kind smile.
"Master, is it Hayato who wants to stay in this house?"
"This humble monk, Pharmacist Temple Monk, has nowhere to stay today and wishes to borrow your esteemed place for a night."
Hayato put his palms together and was very polite.
Only after becoming a Monk did he understand why monastics like to introduce themselves when outside.
When outside, identity is something you give yourself.
If you don't announce what Temple's Master you are, who knows what you are?
After announcing it, whether they've heard of you or not, they must show you three points of respect.
If you happen to do something good, that's reputation. 680
"Master is too polite."
Keita Kubotani looked at the polite Hayato, feeling somewhat at a loss.
He quickly opened the door and invited Hayato into the house.
Walking inside, Hayato smelled a faint musty odor.
His brows furrowed slightly, and his gaze swept across the interior.
The house was very large, and the interior decoration was typically Japanese style.
Wood tones, tatami mats, and wooden furniture, a table in the living room, and basically nothing else.
It seemed the house hadn't been lived in for some time, and most of the furniture was covered in a layer of dust.
Hayato looked at the photo hanging on the dining room wall; it was a seemingly unremarkable middle-aged couple.
The photo was also covered in a layer of dust.
"This is Hayakawa Rin's younger brother and sister-in-law."
Keita Kubotani saw Hayato staring at the photo and explained casually.
"They passed away two years ago, and they didn't have any children, so Hayakawa Rin has been taking care of this house."
Hayato nodded upon hearing this; no wonder there was no sign of life in this room.
It was as quiet as a cemetery.
"layman, This humble monk is curious about something, I wonder if layman can clear my doubts?"
Hayato wandered around the room.
He found that besides not being cleaned for some time, the house had basically no other flaws.
This made him somewhat curious as to why such a good house would be rented out so cheaply at this price.
"Master is asking why the rent for this house is so low, right?"
Keita Kubotani seemed to guess what he wanted to ask and explained directly.
"Because Hayakawa Rin's younger brother and sister-in-law died in this house, and even the forensic doctor couldn't determine the cause of death."
"Hayakawa Rin didn't want the house to sit idle here, and had rented it out a few times before, and there had been no problems."
"Until half a year ago, a young couple moved in and died inexplicably in the house, just like Hayakawa Rin's younger brother and them, and people started calling this house a haunted house."
Hayato nodded.
No wonder the rent is so low.
People have died in the house, that's not a big deal.
After all, at such a low price, let alone people having died there, even if it used to be a mass grave, people would still dare to live there.
However, if tenants have also died inexplicably in this house, then that's a different story.
Regardless of whether you believe in ghosts and spirits.
Unless you're really crazy, who would joke with their own life?
It's not like there are no houses to rent, why insist on staying in this haunted house?
"If Master Hayato..."
Keita Kubotani looked at the contemplative Hayato, thinking he was also worried about the house being haunted.
Just as he was about to persuade him, he saw Hayato take out a few bills and hand them to him.
His face showed an expression full of interest.
"Hayakawa Rin will rent this house."
Hayato was full of interest; if it were something else, he might really have to worry a bit.
To avoid being ambushed in the middle of the night.
But if this house is haunted, then he's really not sleepy at all.
Can a Monk still be afraid of ghosts?
That would be going against the natural order.
Buddha's work is exorcism; if there are no Evil Spirits, so be it, but if an Evil Spirit really shows up, isn't that merit delivered right to his doorstep?
He wished he could encounter Evil Spirits.
The more Evil Spirits, the happier he is.
After all, these are all important nutrients on his path to becoming Buddha.
Without Evil Spirits, how can he become Buddha, and how can he save sentient beings?
"Huh?"
Keita Kubotani looked bewildered, not understanding why upon hearing about Evil Spirits, this Master was not afraid at all, but instead seemed a bit inexplicably excited.
However, since Hayato insisted on staying here, he had no reason to refuse.
Anyway, he had already warned about the house's problems.
If something really happened, he couldn't be blamed.
After the landlord left, Hayato glanced at the dusty room.
"If it's not cleaned, it's uninhabitable."
He walked to the window and opened all the windows and doors.
Hayato channeled his magic power, gathering it in his hands.
Clap!
He put his palms together and clapped them heavily.
Centered on the area where he stood, an invisible wave of air spread outwards.
Whoosh!
The dust filling the room was directly swept up and flew out of the window.
Looking at the much cleaner room, Hayato nodded in satisfaction.
Sitting cross-legged on the ground, just about to cultivate for the night, his peripheral vision suddenly caught sight of a disc placed on the TV cabinet.
He glanced at it, but didn't pay it any mind.
However, seeing the words on the cover inadvertently made Hayato raise his eyebrows.
On the disc, a sexy and hot young girl, wearing a white long dress, with her hair down, looked very charming.
Words like '18+', 'beautiful girl', and 'tragically' could be vaguely seen.
"That stimulating?"
Hayato raised his eyebrows.
He didn't really like watching these kinds of things, especially heavy stuff; he had no interest in those.
However, something this heavy actually piqued his interest a bit.
He was idle anyway, so watching a movie was a good way to pass the time.
He picked up the disc from the TV stand and put it into the player.
After transmigrating for so long, he hadn't actually seen a genuine Japan movie.
He might as well understand the local culture first.
The movie disc was put into the player, and the screen slowly came to life on the TV.
A black and white art style, a quiet courtyard, and a dry well.
As the movie played, Hayato, who had been planning to summon Eight-Foot Lady to brush up on Buddha Law, twitched the corner of his mouth slightly.
Damn, he got tricked by the devil.
He thought it was some low-budget romance action movie, but it turned out to be a horror movie.
Is this the decay of morality or the distortion of human nature?
Can there be any trust between people anymore?
And using movies to lure people?
"Forget it, I'm bored anyway, just treat it as passing the time."
Hayato muttered softly, and actually started watching the movie.
The entire movie was only an hour and a half long, and the story was quite simple.
In a quiet small mountain village, there was a young girl.
Naturally beautiful and kind-hearted, she was envied for her outstanding appearance.
There was an Evil Spirit wizard in the village who coveted the girl's beauty but couldn't obtain it, so he developed evil intentions.
He fabricated a series of lies, falsely accusing Keiko of being a demoness who would bring disaster.
The ignorant villagers, incited by the wizard, were filled with fear and hatred towards the girl.
One dark night, they tied the girl up and threw her into a deep, ancient well.
The desperate girl was starved to death alive amidst her pleas.
Despair and resentment filled her heart, and in the last moment of her life, Hayakawa Rin laid down a vicious curse.
All the villagers who participated in this matter died horribly.
A passing reporter learned about this from the surviving villagers.
And recorded and filmed it as a documentary segment.
The reporter returned home and watched the film he had shot.
Late at night, the girl, who had turned into an Evil Spirit, crawled out of the television and took the reporter's life.
At the end of the film, a desolate wellhead slowly magnified.
"Isn't this just a remake of The Ring?"
Hayato looked at the end of the movie with a speechless expression.
Although the story was cliché, the atmosphere and plot development were quite good.
Of course, the most eye-catching part was the director's casting.
The actress was not old, looking like she had just come of age.
Her temperament was pure with a touch of youth.
Her tall figure, voluptuous curves, and astonishing waist-to-hip ratio were quite striking.
At first glance, Hayakawa Rin looked a bit like Kana Morisawa.
He wondered when Hayakawa Rin would enter the industry.
Hayato yawned and glanced at the dark sky outside the window.
He had originally wanted to chant scriptures, but remembering that he hadn't slept for a long time, Hayato decided to slack off for a day.
A Monk chants scriptures every day, but Buddha wouldn't be angry if he occasionally took a break.
Deciding to slack off, Hayato lay directly on the bed.
Evil Spirit or whatever, he would deal with it tomorrow.
He would search the entire house, and if there really was an Evil Spirit here, he didn't believe he couldn't find it.
As for now...
He would get a good night's sleep first.
Lying on the ground, a steady breathing sound filled the air.
Soon, Hayato had fallen into deep sleep.
The room fell silent, and as the hour hand pointed to twelve, the turned-off television suddenly lit up.
Flashing static appeared on the black screen.
As the image became clear, a desolate ancient well appeared on the screen.
A pair of pale hands reached out from the ancient well, with sharp, curved fingernails, as sharp as the claws of a wild beast.
Immediately after, a figure slowly crawled out of the well.
Wearing a white long dress, her dark hair cascaded down like a waterfall, covering most of her face.
Only a pair of malicious eyes were faintly visible among the scattered long hair.
The Woman who crawled out of the dry well got closer and closer to the screen.
After a moment, a pair of hands slowly reached out from the television screen, propping themselves on the edge of the TV, inching her body out.
The Woman's movements were slow and stiff, as if struggling to break free from some invisible restraint.
Until her body had completely crawled out of the television, the Woman stood up and walked silently towards Hayato, who was lying on the ground.
She extended her hands, slowly approaching.
Almost at the moment the sharp fingernails touched his neck, Hayato suddenly opened his eyes.
He looked expressionlessly at the white-clothed Woman who was inches away.
Or rather, the Evil Spirit.
That dog didn't actually lie to him.
In this damn place, there really was an Evil Spirit.
Hayato looked at the white-clothed Woman who was so close, but there was no thought of fear in his heart.
Wearing a white long dress, the fabric was thin like cicada wings, clinging to her body, vaguely revealing the glow of her skin.
Because she was leaning over, the loose neckline of the long dress naturally hung down, and a pair of completely exposed white and tender sins came into view. The sins that naturally hung down vaguely formed an 'eight' shape, and that unfathomable abyss went straight to the bottom, making it hard to look directly at.
If one ignored the current eerie atmosphere, one had to admit that this Evil Spirit's figure was quite impressive, even a bit alluring.
At the moment this thought flashed through Hayato's mind, a terrifying surge of resentment erupted from the Evil Spirit's body.
Her scattered long hair flew up, and her hands directly grabbed his neck.
"Evil creature, still daring to act fierce?"
Hayato sneered.
The kasaya on his body suddenly burst forth with Buddha light for protection.
The Evil Spirit was hit by the Buddha light and was sent flying directly, crashing into the wall.
"amitabha!"
Hayato slowly got up, and the prayer beads in his hand shone brightly. A powerful and unmatched Vajra force instantly blessed his body.
At the same time, Hundred Ghost Night Parade Records appeared in his hand.
The pages turned, revealing the figure of Eight-Foot Lady.
Besides sealing Evil Spirit, the Hundred Ghost Records also had the effect of blessing one's body with the power of the sealed Evil Spirit, borrowing the power of the Evil Spirit.
And Eight-Foot Lady's most powerful aspect was that terrifyingly extreme pure strength.
It was perfectly suited for the Vajra force, which was primarily about powerful and unmatched strength.
As the Evil Spirit's power was added, Hayato heard a low rumble from within his body.
It sounded like blood flowing, or perhaps a low heartbeat.
Power!
An indescribably violent power spread throughout his body.
His body, as muscular as if cast in bronze and iron, exuded a terrifying oppressive force under the moonlight.
Today, he would use evil to counter evil.
Seeing this horrifying scene, a trace of fear flashed in the eyes of the Evil Spirit in the room.
From her perspective, from the moment this human stood up, the terrifying Buddha light emanating from his body almost filled the entire room.
The dense Buddha light was almost tangible, gradually condensing into a blurry phantom of a wrathful Vajra.
Just the aura alone made her feel suffocated.
Is this guy really human?
Looking at the trembling Evil Spirit, Hayato held up one hand in a Buddhist salute and smiled slightly.
"This humble monk, Hayato, will today deliver the layman into becoming a Buddha!"
Looking at this Monk wrapped in Buddha light, a fierce light flashed in the eyes of the white-clothed Evil Spirit, and her savage nature was completely stimulated.
Whoosh!
Her figure suddenly flashed and appeared directly behind Hayato.
Too fast?
Or, a space-type ability?
Hayato glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw a corner of a white skirt behind him.
In his heart, he was slightly surprised.
But it was only surprise.
The moment her sharp claws landed on his body, Buddha light suddenly appeared on Hayato's body.
Being shone upon by the Buddha light, the white-clothed Evil Spirit couldn't help but let out a painful shriek.
Hayato frowned slightly and looked down, seeing within the protective Buddha light a strand of black energy that was difficult to detect with the naked eye.
Just like a parasite with life, it struggled to try to tear through the protective Buddha light and drill into his body.
If it weren't for his physical eyes being cultivated to the extreme, he really wouldn't have been able to discover this imperceptible strand of black energy.
Although he didn't know what this thing was, his intuition told him that this thing was very dangerous.
"Quite insidious..."
A wave of Dharma power casually crushed and extinguished this strand of black energy.