Hayato's gaze gradually turned cold.
If it weren't for him having the kasaya for protection, he really would have fallen for this Evil Spirit's trick.
He knew his own strength fairly well.
Although he had many methods, after all, he was a mortal body of flesh and blood.
Without this kasaya for protection, he would have died countless times already.
"Crack crack!"
Hayato moved his arms, his gaze looking towards the Evil Spirit cowering in the corner.
His eyes, devoid of any emotion, were so cold they made one's heart palpitate.
"If you don't have any other methods, then it's time for This humble monk to make a move."
This human is simply a monster!
Fear filled the Evil Spirit's eyes; she had never seen such a terrifying human.
Unexpectedly, even her curse-killing power had no effect.
"Hmm? Trying to run?"
Looking at the white-clothed Evil Spirit's figure suddenly disappearing and appearing beside the television.
Hayato let out a cold snort and threw out the Vajra prayer beads in his hand.
They directly looped around the Evil Spirit who had half her body drilled into the television.
"Let me go!"
A low, hoarse voice came from inside the television. Hayato heard this and raised an eyebrow.
"So you can talk."
He had thought this Evil Spirit was mute.
However, how could he let go of a fresh meal that had come to hand?
His gaze looked towards the legs he was pulling, which were fair, smooth, and slender, evenly fleshy; the thighs were full but the calves were straight and slender, and the cold white skin carried a morbid paleness.
The white long dress clung tightly to her body; as she struggled, her slender, easily grasped water-snake waist and full, rounded buttocks were outlined into perfect curves.
Looking at the toenails painted bright red, Hayato suddenly felt the Happy Zen scripture vibrating again.
The white-clothed Evil Spirit who was struggling to drill into the television suddenly felt a coolness below her waist; her white long dress was directly lifted up to her waist.
"No!"
The white-clothed Evil Spirit's pupils contracted; her eyes full of resentment were instantly replaced by panic.
She couldn't even care about escaping and was directly dragged out of the television by Hayato.
Plop!
The white-clothed Evil Spirit sat down on the ground with a plop; her white long dress slid down along her snow-white knees, and the mysterious forbidden area was exposed without reservation.
Hayato's gaze swept over and immediately saw a pair of pure cotton white high-waisted panties.
"You, what do you want to do!"
The white-clothed Evil Spirit, cowering her body, retreated with eyes full of panic and was quickly forced into the corner by Hayato.
"You look quite good."
Hayato squatted down and gently pushed aside the Female Ghost's hair.
Instantly, a stunning face came into view.
A standard oval face, slender eyebrows slightly raised, and large, deep eyes.
A straight nose bridge, lips lightly pursed, and lip color somewhat pale.
Carrying a morbid sense of beauty, but it was hard to hide the stunning appearance.
Only those pair of pitch-black pupils were filled with heart-palpitating resentment.
"Put it up."
Hayato stood up and looked down condescendingly at the Female Ghost.
"I told you to put your hair up."
The white-clothed Evil Spirit trembled as she looked up, looking at the figure radiating a tyrannical aura; she hesitated for a moment but still chose to lower her head.
With both hands, she lifted up her long black hair, not letting it hang down.
"I've been very irritable lately!"
Hayato looked at the ceiling and slowly exhaled.
She should be grateful that he had just vented on the Eight-Foot Lady once before, otherwise, it wouldn't be so simple to let her go.
Half an hour later, the white-clothed Evil Spirit cowered in the corner like someone who had been abused.
"What is your name?"
Hayato, after relaxing, was in a quite good mood.
Looking at the Evil Spirit with a face full of grievance, there wasn't the slightest bit of guilt in his heart.
After all, this Evil Spirit attacked him first; even if he had directly annihilated her, she would have brought it upon herself.
To spare her life, just by paying a small price, was already considered him showing great mercy.
Of course, the most important thing is that this Evil Spirit still has value for use.
After he cultivated Happy Zen, his energy became increasingly vigorous; whether it was Tanaka Saya or the Eight-Foot Lady, together, they still couldn't completely satisfy his cultivation needs.
Therefore, he needs more high-quality flesh Bodhisattvas to help him cultivate.
Imprisoning humans is against the law, but there are no laws protecting Evil Spirits.
"Mieko... Watanabe Mieko."
The Evil Spirit kneeling in the corner, her clear voice sounded.
In her eyes looking at Hayato, there was unconcealed resentment, but her emotions had already stabilized.
Hayato had discovered something a long time ago: things like Evil Spirits are essentially no different from humans.
It's just that because of the resentment in their hearts, their personalities are more extreme and tyrannical, and they are extremely hostile towards living people.
But, no matter how fierce something is.
As long as they encounter an existence more ferocious than themselves, they will also become docile.
Wild beasts are all like this, let alone an Evil Spirit with reason.
Looking at the soft-spoken Female Ghost, Hayato's face revealed a satisfied smile.
His arduous cultivation of Buddha Law was not for the sake of calmly reasoning with Evil Spirits.
But rather, he wanted to make these Evil Spirits able to calmly reason with him.
If reasoning didn't work, he also had a slight understanding of demon-subduing methods.
Look, isn't this effect quite good?
"Watanabe Mieko, the name isn't bad."
"From now on, you are my slave, understand?"
Hayato, sitting cross-legged on the ground, propped his hand on his chin and looked expressionlessly at Watanabe Mieko.
His indifferent tone made Watanabe Mieko seem to recall again the fear of being dominated just now.
She didn't retort, or rather, she simply had no courage to resist.
She had originally thought that after becoming an Evil Spirit, she was invincible in the world, but she didn't expect to encounter such a terrifying human after only doing evil a few times, a human even more terrifying than an Evil Spirit.
Looking at the acquiescent Watanabe Mieko, Hayato slightly narrowed his eyes.
A terrifying aura instantly swept over like a tide.
Watanabe Mieko trembled all over.
"Do I need to teach you how to speak?"
Hayato smiled slightly, his kind smile inexplicably sending shivers down one's spine.
"I understand, Master!"
Watanabe Mieko clasped her hands together, her head resting on the back of her hands as she prostrated on the ground, adopting a submissive posture.
The resentment in her heart had been replaced by a sense of humiliation.
It was the first time since she became an Evil Spirit that she had faced someone with such a humble attitude.
And towards a human at that.
Hayato looked at Watanabe Mieko, who was obedient in appearance but not in heart, completely unconcerned with her thoughts.
Anyway, all he wanted was a tool to cultivate Happy Zen.
Getting the body was enough, as for the heart?
What use did he have for such a thing.
Swish!
He took out the Hundred Ghost Records from his bag and directly absorbed Watanabe Mieko into it.
The Hundred Ghost Records flipped back to a blank page, and Watanabe Mieko's figure appeared on the page.
The background of the page was a secluded courtyard.
Falling leaves of Sycamore, quiet and elegant.
Watanabe Mieko, who was absorbed into it, was looking around at the unfamiliar environment with a bewildered expression.
Hayato was about to put away the Hundred Ghost Records when he suddenly saw another figure appear outside the courtyard.
A white long dress, black long hair reaching her waist, and a huge hat.
Eight-Foot Lady!
The Eight-Foot Lady, who was a full two meters and sixty-seven centimeters tall, stood outside the courtyard with a curious expression, looking at this new neighbor who had suddenly appeared.
"They can even visit each other?"
Hayato raised an eyebrow; every Evil Spirit sealed in the Hundred Ghost Records would receive a unique courtyard based on its personality.
He had thought that each page of the Hundred Ghost Records was an independent existence.
But looking at the current situation, these pages seemed to be interconnected.
Each adjacent page was like a neighbor.
Perhaps they could even enter each other's courtyards.
Of course, there were no special effects, but it could make the Evil Spirits sealed within not so bored.
At least, they could have someone of their kind to communicate with.
Putting away the Hundred Ghost Records, Hayato lay on the ground, wanting to return to slacking off.
But what had just happened left him with not a single bit of sleepiness.
"Indeed, I am still not suited for slacking off."
Hayato reluctantly got up from the bed, looking at the disc placed on the TV cabinet.
He suddenly remembered that the reason he was attacked by an Evil Spirit seemed to be because of this disc.
"It doesn't look particularly strange."
Hayato examined this ordinary disc; other than a faint Yin energy, there was nothing special about it.
Was it because the Evil Spirit sealed inside had been sealed by him?
So, this disc turned into an ordinary disc?
Hayato tried inserting the disc and turned on the TV.
Static!
As the TV turned on, the screen was full of static, with no picture whatsoever.
Clearly, the disc itself was just an ordinary disc.
The reason it could summon an Evil Spirit.
Was only because the disc recorded Mieko's true tragic life, so after Mieko died and turned into an Evil Spirit, this disc became the vessel for the Evil Spirit's parasitism.
It was also the medium for the Evil Spirit's spread.
As long as someone watched this disc, they would establish karma with the Evil Spirit and eventually be haunted by it.
Those few people who died in this room must have died inexplicably because they watched the disc.
Even the forensic doctor couldn't determine the cause of death.
As for those who hadn't watched the disc, they naturally wouldn't be harmed by the Evil Spirit.
This was the rule that restrained the Evil Spirits.
Within the rules, it was the Evil Spirit's domain, and the Evil Spirit could freely kill humans.
However, if ordinary people did not touch this rule, no karma could be generated between the two sides.
The Evil Spirit would not be able to cause them any harm.
Of course, there were exceptions to everything.
Among ordinary people, a very small number of individuals with stronger spiritual power had stronger perception than ordinary people.
They could even sense the existence of Evil Spirits.
In this case, even without the intervention of karma and rules, the Evil Spirit could directly harm such people.
If you could see it, you would be killed; if you couldn't see it, you could ignore it. This rule was somewhat idealistic.
However, for ordinary people, this was a form of protection.
If this rule didn't exist, the number of humans killed by Evil Spirits would at least tenfold.
Why was his attitude completely different when facing ordinary people and Evil Spirits, even though they were both tools for cultivating Happy Zen?
Whether it was Tanaka Saya, or the Eight-Foot Lady and Watanabe Mieko.
These Evil Spirits, every single one of them, were deeply sinful.
Whose hands weren't stained with a few innocent lives?
Perhaps they were weak Women in life, but after death, eroded by resentment, they were no longer considered human at their core.
They would hate the living, and instinctively harm, even torture and kill, normal and innocent humans.
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Therefore, when dealing with Evil Spirits, he always suppressed them directly with thunderous means.
Although his methods were somewhat forceful and overbearing.
But there was one thing he didn't say wrong: by using these Evil Spirits as cauldrons to cultivate Happy Zen, he was actually saving them.
He could completely destroy these Evil Spirits, scattering their souls and letting them fall into the endless purgatory after death to suffer endlessly.
Yet he insisted on giving them a chance to be transcended and become a Buddha.
Was there any Monk more benevolent than him?
Therefore, no matter how rough his methods were, these guys should be grateful to him.
Time flowed by, and unknowingly it was already twelve o'clock.
As the clock struck, Hayato slowly opened his eyes.
Opening the system, the three enhancement opportunities had refreshed.
Hayato, who had long decided what to enhance, directly used one enhancement opportunity on the backpack he carried with him.
He was enhancing more and more things, and every time he came out of the Temple, he had to carry all these things with him.
Carrying these bags and packages on his back was one thing in terms of inconvenience, and the backpack's small space was another.
After all, this was a backpack, not a suitcase.
The items that could be stored were truly limited.
Therefore, enhancing the backpack was very necessary.
Swish!
A flash of light.
Unexpectedly, the first enhancement was directly successful.
"It succeeded on the first try, my luck today seems pretty good."
Hayato muttered softly, looking at the enhanced backpack.
Just as he was about to reach out and touch it, the backpack directly turned into a ray of light and merged into his palm.
What was going on?
Where was his bag?
Hayato was completely bewildered; he didn't care about a broken backpack, but the key was that his purple sandalwood wooden fish and the Hundred Ghost Records, these magical items, were still inside the backpack.
If he lost them, it would be a huge loss.
After all, his two top-tier cauldrons were still sealed in the Hundred Ghost Records.
If they were lost, his mood would probably be as sad as when the old man died.
Just as Hayato was feeling uneasy, he suddenly felt something strange.
His gaze fell on his right hand, and as he focused his attention, his consciousness suddenly connected to a void space.
In the dark space, there was no concept of time, and all matter was in a state of stagnation.
He saw his few magical items, all stored in this space.
Was this the effect after the backpack was enhanced?
Directly turned into a portable space?
Hayato's face was full of strangeness. He was just thinking that carrying a backpack all day was too troublesome, and this was truly like getting a pillow when you're sleepy.
After the surprise, he roughly measured the size of this space.
Hayato couldn't help but be a little surprised.
"Ten cubic meters."
The size of this portable space was about ten cubic meters.
Although the space wasn't large, it was definitely not small.
Especially for him, it was completely more than enough.
What could a ten-cubic-meter space hold?
Let alone the magic tools on his body, even if you stuffed in two or three adults, there would still be room left.
As long as he wasn't moving the buddha from Yakushi Temple inside, such a large space was inexhaustible, completely inexhaustible.
"This is a bit like the Sumeru Mustard Seed in Buddhism."
Hayato couldn't help but mutter softly.
Sumeru Mustard Seed: with the height and vastness of Sumeru, within the mustard seed, there is no increase or decrease.
In Buddhism, Sumeru also has the meaning of the peak of the world.
And the mustard seed is the seed of mustard, extremely tiny.
To incorporate the vast Mount Sumeru into a single mustard seed is an unparalleled great divine ability.
His ten-directional space in his palm is still far from the realm of Sumeru Mustard Seed.
However, at least it's a good start.
As long as he keeps strengthening it, there will be a day when he can incorporate Sumeru into a mustard seed.
As for the remaining two enhancement opportunities, Hayato pondered for a moment and decided to save them for now.
Inside the Temple, there was also an oil lamp he found last time that hadn't been enhanced.
Besides the oil lamp, the most important medicine buddha statue hadn't been enhanced either.
Most of the things on his body had already been enhanced once, and the chance of failure for further enhancement was too high.
Therefore, it wasn't too late to enhance the things that hadn't been enhanced yet, and then try to enhance his magic tools a second time.
Sitting cross-legged on the ground, he chanted the buddha scriptures.
After a night passed, feeling the slow increase in his magic power, Hayato's expression was a little dissatisfied.
Chanting the buddha scriptures once would increase his magic power by a thread.
He chanted the buddha scriptures for a whole night, but his magic power only increased by twenty to thirty threads.
This was still with the blessing of the Bodhi Sarira Buddhist beads.
According to this cultivation speed, it would take him three or four days to cultivate a wisp of magic power.
It would take a month to cultivate ten wisps of magic power.
Twelve months in a year, he could barely cultivate a hundred wisps of magic power.
Even if he cultivated his whole life, at most he would only have ten thousand wisps of magic power.
It sounded like a lot, and in fact, it was quite a bit.
Ten thousand wisps of magic power were more than enough to deal with ordinary Evil Spirits and demons.
However, wanting to cultivate into a Buddha was too far off.
Let alone cultivating into a Buddha, even cultivating into a Vajra Arhat fruition status would be difficult.
If he wanted to take a shortcut, the only way was to earn merit.
This meant he had to find more Evil Spirits.
Transcending an Evil Spirit might not seem significant.
But accumulating little by little, it would become quite considerable.
Whether he could achieve enlightenment and become a Buddha in the future might just depend on these Evil Spirits who commit evil deeds.