"Mm…"
A low voice echoed in the room.
"Master, doing this... can it really dispel evil spirits?"
Looking at the smooth back in front of him, her long black hair cascaded down her shoulders to her waist.
Her slender willow waist, too thin to grasp, was held by a pair of long hands.
Below her waist, her perfectly curved peach-like hips suddenly widened, rising and falling with the rhythm.
Her face, turned slightly by chance, revealed a charming countenance with a hint of captivating allure, causing a few drops of cold sweat to trickle down Hayato's forehead.
Gritting his teeth, he let out a muffled groan.
A moment later, the room fell silent.
Hayato, who had tidied his Robes, looked at the young woman in front of him, her hair neatly done, her expression cool but with a seductive charm.
His expression was indescribably calm.
"This humble monk has cultivated Buddha Law since childhood, how could I possibly deceive you?"
"Layman, your body has been possessed by an Evil Spirit, which is why you've been having nightmares recently. I will perform a consecration for the layman using a Buddhism Vajra Pestle. Within a month at most, the Evil Spirit will be transcended."
The beautiful young woman nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.
Although she didn't understand why this method was used for exorcism, she didn't reject this alternative 'Buddha Law indoctrination' in her heart.
After all, this young Master's appearance and demeanor were quite to her liking.
Watching the Woman leave, Hayato slowly stood up.
Although it wasn't the first time, doing this kind of physical almsgiving too much was a bit exhausting.
Creak!
Pushing open the door, warm sunlight shone on him.
Hayato squinted his eyes, his expression somewhat wistful.
He was not from this world.
More precisely, he was a transmigrator.
Over a decade ago, he was reborn into this world. Because he was afraid of being caught and dissected for research, he had lived an ordinary life until now.
This world was very similar to the one before he transmigrated.
On the surface, it was a peaceful and prosperous modern society.
He was born in Japan. His Father in this life was the Master of this Yakushi Temple, or one could say, the abbot.
His Father's ancestral home was Long Country. Decades ago, he came to Japan with his elders.
He married a Japanese Woman and inherited this Temple by relying on her.
After the old man died, he naturally and rightfully inherited this Temple.
Temples in Japan are different from those in Long Country.
Over ninety percent are private property, passed down from Father to son, generation after generation.
Moreover, Monks in Japan are not required to abstain from sex or alcohol, and getting married and having children are permitted.
Being a Monk is more like a profession.
If it weren't for this, he would be crazy to run back and become a Monk.
Of course, most importantly, being a Monk is a high-paying profession in Japan.
Every Temple owns a large amount of land. Renting out land and property is one of the main sources of income for Temples.
Furthermore, Temples monopolize over ninety-nine percent of the funeral industry throughout Japan.
The vast majority of Japanese people choose to be buried within Temple grounds after death, and they need to pay a considerable cemetery management fee each year.
In addition, they perform rituals, collect incense money, give lectures on Zen meditation, and sell prayer beads and buddhas.
Just the Yakushi Temple he currently inherited brings him an income of nearly ten million yens per year.
Converted to Long Country currency, it's roughly an annual salary of five hundred thousand.
Stable income, high status, making them sought-after catches in the marriage market.
Thinking about it this way, being a Monk seems pretty good too.
The only downside is having to stay inside the Temple all day and not being able to go out casually.
If I don't go out, how can I meet those young and sexy female devotees?
It makes him only able to exchange Buddha Law with the young married women who come to worship Buddha.
Although young married women are more sensible and know what to do with just a pat on the butt, eating wild game too much makes one crave something light.
Compared to these young married women from nearby mountain villages, he still prefers the young bodies from the big cities.
"Young people nowadays are truly not pious at all."
"Should I find a few disciples to guide?"
A thought flashed through Hayato's mind, but he quickly dismissed it.
After all, Yakushi Temple is located in a remote area, and its revenue isn't too high.
Out of the annual revenue of ten million yens, after deducting daily expenses and Temple repairs, there's very little left to save.
It's enough to support a family. If he were to find a few more disciples to manage the Temple for him…
He would probably have to take the lead in eating dirt.
Having nothing else to do, Hayato came to the main hall.
In the main hall of Yakushi Temple, three buddhas are enshrined.
The buddha in the center holds a medicine pot and is named Yakushi Ryūri Kō Nyorai, also known as Imkō Nyorai.
On the left and right, there is a Bodhisattva serving, namely Sunlight Bodhisattva and Moonlight Bodhisattva.
medicine buddha is generally prayed to for dispelling calamities and extending lifespan, and is one of the mainstream worshipped buddhas in Japan.
Hayato habitually bowed a few times to the buddhas.
His attitude wasn't exactly pious, but there was nothing to criticize either.
Although he wasn't a devout Buddha believer, since he was in this line of work, making a living from it, he had to at least put on a decent appearance.
If he didn't even put on a show himself, how could he fool others into believing in Buddha?
So, whether he truly believed in Buddha or faked it, it didn't matter.
If you want to fool others into offering incense money and putting money into your pocket, you first have to be a good charlatan.