But this was not a good thing.
Ordinary people cannot see the existence of Evil Spirits, so Evil Spirits cannot harm ordinary people either.
The fact that she could see Evil Spirits also meant that these Evil Spirits could also harm her.
Of course, unless one was contaminated with Yin energy and karma, Evil Spirits would not deliberately and actively harm ordinary people.
After all, Evil Spirits are just extreme in personality, but they are not fools.
With so many ordinary people in the world, if they were to test and attack everyone they saw, even Evil Spirits would feel tired.
However, if her secret was exposed in the eyes of Evil Spirits, she would instantly be killed by Evil Spirits.
Therefore, she had been carefully hiding the fact that she could see Evil Spirits all these years.
She didn't dare tell anyone.
Even if she really encountered an Evil Spirit, she had to pretend she didn't see anything.
Living in fear every day like this took a heavy toll on her mental state.
Until just now, she saw Hayato.
The Master who exuded powerful Dharma Power and whom even Evil Spirits would avoid.
Her intuition told her that this man could definitely solve her current predicament.
"Keiko, are you alright?"
Looking at Kobayashi Keiko, who was lost in thought, Saito Aiko couldn't help but wave her hand curiously.
"I'm fine!"
Kobayashi Keiko shook her head, but in her mind, she was thinking about going to this Temple to investigate after school.
She was now desperate to know if this Master could solve the problem she had.
She no longer wanted to continue living like this, being entangled by Evil Spirits every day.
On the other side, Hayato left and hailed a taxi to go home.
As he passed a roadside stall, his peripheral vision caught something, and he couldn't help but stop.
The small shop was exquisitely decorated, with a typical Oriental Chinese style, which seemed out of place compared to the surrounding Japanese-style buildings.
It stood out like a crane among chickens, so sudden.
Inside the shop, there were various books, and nothing else.
Clearly, this was a bookstore.
Hayato looked at it curiously, and finally, unable to resist his curiosity, he walked inside.
The shop wasn't big, with antique bookshelves placed against three walls.
Each shelf was filled with a variety of books, with countless volumes filling all dozen or so shelves.
He quickly scanned the shelves and found that the books were strange and varied, not the traditional literature he had imagined.
Instead, they were all kinds of strange tales and anecdotes recording customs and human nature.
There were Oriental myths and Western magic, in short, it was a bookshop that collected mythological stories from various countries.
"Can books like these really be sold?"
Hayato was a little curious.
Although he felt that such a bookstore was strange.
But since it existed, there must be a reason and a market for it.
However, he was not interested in these things at all.
After all, these books were just ordinary books, and although the mythological stories recorded in them were interesting, they didn't seem to have much value.
Even after strengthening, it would probably be difficult for them to become powerful Dharma Artifacts.
To put it bluntly, they were not even worth 1/10 of the Hundred Ghost Night Parade Records he had previously bought at a high price.
He searched through several bookshelves but didn't find anything useful.
Just as Hayato was about to leave, he was suddenly attracted by a bookshelf in the corner.
On the small bookshelf, there were a few scattered green-covered books.
The books were covered in dust, clearly indicating that no one had visited this corner for a long time.
Hayato walked over and picked up a book from the bookshelf in the corner.
He brushed off the dust, and three large characters came into view.
Diamond Sutra!
Hayato was slightly stunned.
He didn't expect to be able to find a buddha scripture in this bookstore.
What surprised him even more was that this buddha scripture exuded a rich spirituality, clearly not a mass-produced printed book from a factory assembly line.
He casually opened a page, and a line of hand-copied Diamond Sutra text came into view.
There was a faint artistic conception contained within the lines, which should be a hand-copied version of the Diamond Sutra personally written by a highly virtuous monk.
Hayato looked at the remaining few books.
He found that besides this Diamond Sutra, the other few books were also all buddha scriptures, and they were all hand-copied versions.
Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra, Diamond Prajnaparamita Sutra, Lotus Sutra, Avatamsaka Sutra, Shurangama Sutra, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Fundamental Vow Sutra...
The most essential buddha scriptures of Buddhism were basically all here.
"My luck is pretty good."
Hayato raised his eyebrows and, without saying a word, directly packed all the buddha scriptures and took them away.
These buddha scriptures were simply a waste if they were left here, and only in his hands could they truly be used.
Although he already had the Bhaisajyaguru Sutra, how could he have too much of this kind of thing?
After returning, he would strengthen all these buddha scriptures and recite them day and night.
Perhaps it could allow him to draw inferences about other cases and gain insights into things he couldn't comprehend before.
He originally thought that the price of these hand-copied buddha scriptures would be quite expensive, but it was somewhat unexpected.
More than a dozen buddha scriptures cost him only over a hundred thousand yens in total.
The value of one buddha scripture was less than ten thousand yens, which is equivalent to a few hundred yuan in RMB.
To be able to buy a hand-copied buddha scripture from a highly accomplished monk at this price, it couldn't be said to be a great profit, but it was definitely a huge profit.
However, thinking about it, it didn't seem strange.
Although hand-copied buddha scriptures have value, they are not antiques after all, and not many people like to collect them.
Even fewer people recognize their value.
Buddhism has been around for over two thousand five hundred years.
Emperor Ming of Han built the first Temple, White Horse Temple, in 68 AD, which has a history of nearly two thousand years.
In these two thousand years, countless eminent monks have been born in Buddhism, and the hand-copied and passed down buddha scriptures are countless.
The only truly valuable ones for collection are the buddha scriptures hand-copied by famous monks in history.
And the calligraphy left behind by top calligraphers.
Other than that, it is estimated that only those who believe in Buddha would buy such things.
Ten thousand yens for a buddha scripture is already quite expensive in the eyes of most people.
In fact, if he hadn't seen the deep spirituality on these buddha scriptures, he himself wouldn't have spent money to buy such things.
After all, hand-copied buddha scriptures sound impressive, but in reality...
There is essentially no difference from the buddha scriptures printed in ordinary bookstores.
The item is still the same item, it just has an extra layer of 'intelligence tax'.
It's a bit like a celebrity's autograph.
If you're asking about any actual effect?
Can you achieve enlightenment and become a Buddha just by looking at a buddha scripture hand-copied by a highly accomplished monk a few times?
Isn't that a joke?
If becoming a Buddha were really that simple, why would he be cultivating Buddha Law here?
He could just spend all his family fortune and buy a hand-copied buddha scripture, couldn't he?
Leaving the bookstore, Hayato put away all the buddha scriptures, planning to strengthen them after the strengthening count refreshes tomorrow.
Ordinary buddha scriptures like these have no special divine properties.
Trying to comprehend cultivation methods from buddha scriptures is as difficult as Sakyamuni achieving sudden enlightenment under the Bodhi tree and becoming a Buddha in one day.
Only after strengthening can these buddha scriptures become true Buddhist cultivation methods.
"What are you doing?"
Just as Hayato was about to leave, a familiar voice suddenly came from his ear.
He listened carefully, and the expression on his face couldn't help but become strange.
Isn't this Hayakawa Rin's mother's voice?
However, it sounded like the situation was not very good right now.
"What are you doing?"
In the dark corner.
Hayakawa Masami looked at the two young men approaching with a panicked expression.
She had just bought ingredients for dinner from the supermarket.
She thought that Kurosawa Shota, who was hiding upstairs, should have already left.
She planned to take a shortcut home, but she encountered these two guys blocking her way.
Moreover, they seemed to have been following her for a long time.
"Madam, you look very hot."
"I heard that mature Madams like you are very thirsty in private, so can you play with us for a while?"
The two men blocking her way, one in front and one behind, had lewd smiles on their faces, and their eyes scanned Hayakawa Masami's body with aggression.
They had been targeting this beautiful married woman for a long time. They originally planned to make a move last night, but unfortunately, they never found an opportunity.
It wasn't until today that they finally caught her when she was alone.
Their eyes scanned up and down Hayakawa Masami's beautiful and mature body.
Her form-fitting long jeans and simple off-white sweater revealed her voluptuous figure, which was like a ripe peach, exuding astonishing charm.
A Woman with such top-tier temperament, figure, and looks is usually only seen on television.
One wouldn't encounter many in a lifetime.
And now, one was right before their eyes.
The thought of being able to properly enjoy this perfect body shortly made the two men tremble with excitement.
"This Woman was Hayakawa Rin first discovered, later Hayakawa Rin be the first one."
The tall, thin man blocking the front didn't hide his desires at all.
A pair of burning eyes scanned up and down Hayakawa Masami's voluptuous body, and all sorts of vulgar words kept pouring into Hayakawa Masami's ears.
Watching the two men get closer and closer, the red-faced Hayakawa Masami opened her mouth to call for help, but was scared back by the dagger the man behind her pulled out.
"Madam, the two of us just want to properly enjoy your body, Hayakawa Rin advise Hayato to cooperate a little, and serve us well."
The man behind her, threatened in a low voice.
"If Hayato don't cooperate, Hayakawa Rin cannot guarantee Hayato will get hurt."
"Besides, this kind of thing isn't only comfortable for the two of us, a Woman like Hayato, should probably be quite lonely usually, right?"
Seeing Hayakawa Masami gradually give up resisting, the two men exchanged glances and excitedly reached out their hands.
"That's right, as long as Hayato cooperate well, we'll each get what we need, Hayato won't lose anything, and nobody will know about today's matter. Isn't that great?"
"Don't worry, the two of us will definitely satisfy Hayato well later."
Bang!
Suddenly there was a muffled sound, and the man who was reaching out to succeed felt a sudden sharp pain in his palm.
After a moment of stunned silence, he immediately let out a pig-slaughtering scream.
The other man next to him looked at his wailing companion and couldn't help but fix his gaze on the bloody, somewhat twisted palm.
It looked like it had been hit by something.
It was a bloody mess and looked very frightening.
"Who's playing tricks!"
Seeing this scene, the tall man suddenly panicked...
He nervously looked to both sides.
"This humble monk Hayato, greetings!"
A faint voice sounded, and footsteps came from behind.
The tall man turned around and looked behind him, only to see a Monk wearing a black monk's robe slowly walking over.
"Monk?"
After a moment of stunned silence, the man's face showed a fierce expression, and he pulled out the dagger he usually used to threaten others from his Arms.
"Was it Hayato who played tricks just now?!"
As he spoke, the man's face showed an expression of shock and uncertainty.
This guy, how could he injure someone from such a distance?
Could he still be hiding some weapon in his hand?
Just as the tall man was feeling nervous, Hayato slowly raised his hand, a stone pinched between his fingertips.
"Curious Hayakawa Rin how did it?"
"Simple, Hayakawa Rin teach Hayato."
Hayato's expression was calm.
He's current muscle strength had already reached a terrifying level.
Even without the blessing of Vajra power, He was already comparable to a Superman in his normal state.
Talking about flipping a small car with one hand or knocking down an adult elephant with one punch, those were all basic operations.
As for defensive power, that was even more terrifyingly strong.
In a state of muscle tissue compression, the density of his entire body's muscles reached its limit.
It would be a bit troublesome for Him physical body to withstand a nuclear bomb.
But resisting ordinary cannonballs and bullets was absolutely no problem.
A small dagger dared to threaten Him?
He simply didn't know who gave this guy the courage.
Swish!
With a flick of his finger, the thumb-sized stone shot out like a bullet.
Thud!
Before the man could react, the flicked stone had already accurately hit the back of his hand.
The sound of bone breaking rang out, and his palm immediately became a bloody mess.
Heart-wrenching pain surged into his heart, the man screamed, and the dagger in his hand also slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground.
Hayato glanced at it. Although He had only used less than one-tenth of his strength.
However, it was not a power that ordinary people could withstand.
This hand was at least a comminuted fracture. Even if it could be saved, it would be considered useless for the rest of his life.
His life, what He hated most were these kinds of law-breaking guys.
These two guys should be glad they were human.
If it weren't for the law protecting them, plus Hayakawa Masami was watching nearby, it wouldn't be good to kill them.
If it were an Evil Spirit, He would have already sent Him to the afterlife by now.
"Are Hayato alright?"
Hayato walked forward, looked at the startled Woman, and asked softly.
It must be said that this Woman was indeed Hayakawa Rin's Hayakawa Masami. Their appearances were sixty to seventy percent similar.
However, compared to the gentle and tranquil temperament of Rin, Hayakawa Masami's temperament seemed a bit more mature.
Every glance and smile carried the charm and allure of a mature Woman.
He had never felt the difference between a young girl and a young Madam so intuitively.
Although Rin was indeed good, Hayakawa Rin various hardware and software conditions could definitely be considered top-tier configuration.
But, after all, Hayakawa Rin hadn't developed to the most perfect state yet.
There was still a lot of room for development.
Compared to Hayakawa Rin peers and even most ordinary people, Hayakawa Rin was naturally quite outstanding.
But compared to the ripe peach in front of Him, Hayakawa Rin seemed particularly unripe.
Sometimes, He really envied Madam's husband.
Hayato sighed in His heart.
Hayakawa Masami, who had come back to Hayakawa Rin senses, also felt that burning gaze.
A pair of bright eyes looked at Hayato strangely.
For some reason, Hayakawa Rin heart rate inexplicably sped up quite a bit.
Although this kind of hero saving the beauty scenario was cliché, it had an irresistible charm for any Woman.
"Such a young Master, He's quite handsome, but these eyes..."
Were a bit too passionate.
Under that burning gaze, even a well-experienced married Woman like Hayakawa Rin felt a bit overwhelmed.
Staring at someone so directly with His eyes, it was really a bit too much.
However, surprisingly, Hayakawa Masami didn't feel the slightest bit of aversion in Hayakawa Rin heart.
Hayakawa Rin just felt a little embarrassed.
After all, Hayakawa Rin had never been looked at with eyes that seemed to want to devour Hayakawa Rin.
If it were that kind of greasy middle-aged uncle looking at Hayakawa Rin with this kind of gaze, Hayakawa Rin would only feel disgusted.
However, being looked at with such a covetous gaze by this kind of young and handsome youth, that was a different feeling.
Hayakawa Rin felt a little proud in Hayakawa Rin heart.
A Woman Hayakawa Rin age, could still have such a great attraction to this kind of young person.
This didn't just show Hayakawa Rin charm.
"No, Hayakawa Rin fine!"
Somewhat flustered, trying to hide Hayakawa Rin strangeness, Hayakawa Masami lowered Hayakawa Rin head and looked with disgust at the two robbers howling on the ground.
So young, instead of striving and working hard, they came out to do this kind of thing.
Guys like this were simply scum.
After Hayakawa Masami took out Hayakawa Rin phone and called the police, Hayakawa Rin then looked at Hayato and began to thank Him.
"Master, Hayakawa Rin really don't know how to thank."
"If it weren't for Hayato today, these two guys would have really succeeded."
Thinking of this, Hayakawa Masami still had some lingering fear.
If scum like this succeeded, given their personalities, they would definitely film a video to keep for blackmail and extortion.
They might even escalate and demand more from Hayakawa Rin.
Hayakawa Rin's life would be ruined..