Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

Amamiya Rin opened her eyes, her brows furrowed.

Through self-suggestion and hypnotic techniques, he is not affected in his daily walking, sitting, or lying down. However, when he tries to meditate, Tomie's thoughts become too noisy.

It's like being in an empty, enclosed room where even a pin dropping on the floor would sound like noise.

The abbot noticed Yu Gonglin's distress and simply shook his head gently.

"The body is a Bodhi tree, the mind a bright mirror; constantly wipe it clean, lest it be covered with dust. Cultivation is not something that can be accomplished in a day or two; do not rush, take it slowly."

Amamiya Rin took a deep breath, suppressing the anxiety in her heart.

"Abbot, I would like to ask you to explain to me the other five subtle gates of breath counting meditation and the White Bone Contemplation."

Upon hearing this, the abbot's white eyebrows furrowed slightly, and his disapproval became even more pronounced. He felt that Yu Gonglin might not have taken his words to heart at all.

"The worst thing in spiritual practice is to be overly ambitious. If you haven't even entered the stage of breath counting meditation, you're already thinking about the next steps, or even directly practicing the White Bone Meditation. It's like trying to build a tall building before the foundation is stable."

"Abbot, I also have another curse on me called 'The Dream of Yellow Millet'."

Amamiya Rin interrupted the abbot's admonition and revealed her little secret.

"This curse will infinitely stretch the time in my dreams. In reality, I might fall asleep and ten or even several decades might have passed in my dreams. In reality, I might not have that much time to slowly hone my foundation, but I can in my dreams."

"What a terrible curse?"

The abbot was taken aback at first, then he realized just how dangerous this seemingly auspicious long dream actually was.

How can the human brain withstand compressing more than a decade of experiences into one night?

"Alright, since Lanzi has led you here, and you have such extraordinary abilities, this humble monk will tell you about the Six Wonders Gate and the White Bone Temple."

The abbot did not repeat the instruction to proceed step by step, but instead skipped the counting breaths section and explained the subsequent practices to Amamiya Rin.

"After counting breaths comes following the breath, letting go of counting breaths and focusing on the breath itself. From deliberate control to natural awareness, mind and breath become one, like salt dissolving in water, leaving no trace..."

"Following the breath comes the cessation of breath, where both mind and breath cease, entering into samadhi. By breaking free from attachment to the object of meditation—breath—one enters into one-pointedness of mind. At this point, body and mind are extinguished, like the vast emptiness containing clouds. Only when one reaches this state has one truly entered samadhi."

"These three are called the study of concentration, which teaches people to achieve the state of mind where the mind dwells in one place and no delusive thoughts arise. The latter three, namely the study of breath observation, the study of returning to the breath, and the study of purifying the breath, are called the study of wisdom. They use wisdom to observe and break through self-attachment, observe wisdom, and return to the source of delusions, thus entering Nirvana and attaining the Arhatship."

"..."

It's getting more and more mysterious.

Amamiya Rin was speechless. So, if he successfully cultivated the Six Wonders Gate, he could go to the Western Paradise and become a Buddha?

The abbot's gaze fell on the "Secret Essentials of Zen" on the table, and his tone became solemn.

"The essence of the White Bone Contemplation is not to visualize bones, but to break free from attachment to the flesh by contemplating the impurity of the physical body. Practice should be gradual, beginning with the toes, then moving from skin to muscles, then to tendons and bones, slowly peeling away the superficial beauty, leaving only the stark white bones… If one can concentrate on practicing the White Bone Contemplation for ninety days, one can successively attain the stages of Stream-entry, Once-returner, Non-returner, and Arhat…"

The abbot's voice was calm and slow as he explained the key points of breath counting meditation and the dangers of the white bone meditation.

While listening intently, Yu Gonglin flipped through the "Secret Essentials of Zen" and tried his best to engrave every word into his mind.

The lecture lasted a long time because the abbot not only explained the "Counting Breaths" and the "Secret Essentials of Zen," but also explained the "Diamond Sutra" and the "Heart Sutra" to Amamiya Rin.

The sermon continued until it was completely dark outside the window, and the temple was lit with dim lights. The abbot prepared a vegetarian meal for Amamiya Rin and arranged a simple guest room for him to stay in.

After finishing the vegetarian meal, Amamiya Rin took out his wallet and gave Miss Yuko 20,000 yen. He used the money to buy the "Secret Essentials of Zen" book, have lunch, and take the bus. He had very little money left.

However, Amamiya Rin did not skimp on these expenses.

Although Hashimoto Ayaka and her associates became Tomie without receiving full compensation, a significant portion of the compensation already paid remains unused and should still be held in the court-designated trust account, amounting to around one million yen.

Amamiya Rin counted out five 10,000 yen bills from his wallet and handed them to the abbot.

"Abbot, this is a small token of my appreciation. Thank you for your guidance."

Amamiya Rin said sincerely.

The abbot glanced at it and shook his head: "The benefactor is unwell and has many expenses, so there's no need for incense money."

"Please accept this. Explaining Buddhist practices may seem like a small favor to you, but to me, it is a life-saving grace."

Amamiya Rin's attitude was very firm, and she showed no intention of pulling her hand back.

"In that case, this humble monk will accept it. Thank you for your generosity."

Looking at Amamiya Rin's stubborn eyes, the abbot sighed and finally accepted it.

Amamiya Rin clasped his hands together and bowed to the abbot.

The next morning, Amamiya Rin woke up early.

He walked with his cane to the tea room from yesterday. The abbot was already having his meal there, and when he saw Amamiya Rin arrive, he prepared breakfast for him as well.

After the meal, Amamiya Rin continued her practice of breath counting meditation under the guidance of the abbot.

Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale...

He sat on the futon, following the posture taught by the abbot, with his back straight and his hands in the meditation mudra.

Focus your awareness on the tip of your nose, feeling the breath flowing in and out, gradually taming your restless heart.

As the days went by, aside from necessary meals, rest, and a little physical activity, Yu Gonglin spent almost all his time on this futon.

After some time, a burst of noisy women's laughter and chatter suddenly came from outside the tea room.

As the figure drew nearer, Amamiya Rin frowned and opened her eyes.

More than twenty women dressed in various styles, including fashionable short skirts, traditional kimonos, and nurse uniforms, entered the courtyard laughing and joking. They all had that perfect, almost otherworldly face.

"Oh dear, this is Ghost Cry Temple? It's so dilapidated."

Tomie looked around with disdain.

"Lin-kun~ Are you really training here? It's so boring, come out and play with us!"

Another Tomie called out to Amamiya Rin in the tea room.

"Exactly, what's so great about being a monk? It's all so bland and tasteless. Look at what we brought!"

The third Tomie held up the box of high-end pastries in her hand and shook it.

Tomie and her companions smiled sweetly, their beautiful eyes sparkling, their voices mingling together—sweet, alluring, coquettish, and resentful—like countless tiny insects burrowing into Amamiya Rin's ears, trying to disturb his mind.

The abbot remained silent. He took out a vajra from somewhere, walked to the entrance of the tea room, sat down cross-legged, and resembled a guardian deity. His old and kind face exuded a majestic aura at this moment.

Tomie and the others did not force their way into the temple; instead, they stayed outside the tea room, using their beautiful voices to seduce Amamiya Rin.

"Ignore them and continue your breath counting." The abbot's voice came steadily, like a pillar of strength.

Yu Gonglin responded, took a deep breath, closed his eyes again, and tried to ignore the chirping of birds outside.

This process was extremely mentally taxing. Tomie's voices buzzed in his mind like flies. Amamiya Rin's back was gradually soaked with sweat, and his hand holding the seal was trembling slightly. His brows furrowed and his expression became ferocious at times.

His counting was constantly interrupted, his mind repeatedly pulled away. It took a tremendous amount of effort to bring his attention back to his breathing.

Time flies, and half a year has passed in the blink of an eye. Tomie and the others tirelessly try various seductive methods, while Amamiya Rin cultivates under their daily companionship.

At first, he could only manage to count to a dozen or so breaths amidst the noise of Tomie and the others.

Later, he gradually became able to ignore those sounds and images, focusing on his breathing itself. He no longer needed to count silently, but simply naturally perceived the inhalation, exhalation, length, temperature, and warmth of his breath, and naturally entered the practice of following the breath.

"It seems like things really are a little different now..."

Kawakami Tomie, who was leaning against the tea room window, frowned slightly, and for the first time, a look of doubt appeared in her eyes.

She looked at Yu Gonglin sitting quietly on the futon. His breathing was steady and long, and he exuded a calm aura that she had never seen before. It was as if their voices could no longer enter Yu Gonglin's heart.

"Yes, he used to be very restless when we argued like this."

Another Tomie leaned in, her tone no longer as confident as before.

"Is Buddhism really effective? Tsk! There are plenty of eminent monks who kneel before us like dogs."

Another Tomie curled her lip and said disdainfully.

However, no matter what, Amamiya Rin just sat there, ignoring their voices.

They looked at each other and saw the same emotion in each other's eyes.

This feeling of being out of control made them, who were used to being pursued by men, feel very uncomfortable.

However, this kind of thing will not make them back down, but instead arouse their even stronger competitive spirit.

In order to conquer men, even Tomie, who is at odds with him, will unite and cooperate.

There was once an ugly man who, knowing he would never find true love, saw through Tomie's true nature and never succumbed to her charm.

As a result, the Tomies put on a play together, collectively bullying a severely burned Tomie, which made the ugly man empathize with the bullied Tomie and gradually fall in love with her.

As expected, after confirming that she had successfully seduced the ugly man, Tomie decisively recovered from her burns, thoroughly mocked him, and swaggered away.

"This is boring! So boring!"

"You think you're some handsome, dashing, and charming man? Well, even if you were, you could never find a more beautiful girlfriend than us!"

Goodbye! Never again! We're done!

"You narcissistic guy, do you really think we're going to stick to you forever?"

……

After making a scene for several days, Tomie and her friends found that Amamiya Rin was just sitting there, unresponsive like a stone. Gradually, their attitude changed. They complained, mocked, and scolded, and one by one they left Onikiri Temple.

Listening to the fading sounds of coquettish voices and footsteps, Yu Gonglin's tense nerves finally relaxed slightly, and she let out a long sigh of relief.

Only he knew how difficult the training had been. Tomie's temptations were not entirely ineffective; he had simply suppressed them with stronger willpower.

The next morning, as the morning light shone into the Ghost Cry Temple again, a series of light footsteps could be heard outside the courtyard.

"Lin! We've come to see you!"

"Little Linlin~ Have you missed us?"

Accompanied by two clear and melodious female voices, two unexpected visitors appeared at the Ghost Cry Temple.

Amamiya Rin subconsciously opened her eyes and looked in the direction of the sound. She saw two women with very different styles but equally eye-catching appearances walk into the courtyard and head straight for the tea room.

Leading the way was a purple-haired girl, tall and voluptuous, wearing a well-fitting kendo uniform, with a beautiful face and a calm demeanor.

Following behind her was a blonde woman wearing a simple T-shirt and short skirt under a white coat, which accentuated her extremely enviable figure, and she had an innocent yet slightly confused smile on her face.

"Saeko? Shizuka!"

Amamiya Rin stood up in surprise.

"We heard you were practicing your cultivation here, so we came to check it out."

Saeko Busujima walked up to Rin Amamiya, took out her handkerchief, and gently wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, her eyes tender and full of love.

"Yes, yes! Xiao Lin, it's been so long, I've missed you so much."

Shizuka Marikawa ran happily into the tea room and pounced on Rin Amamiya, her soft, full body pressed against his chest.

Seeing this, the abbot silently got up and left the tea room, leaving the space to them.

"I'm fine, it's just that practicing cultivation is a bit mentally taxing."

Amamiya Rin smiled, a gentle smile appearing on her face.

Saeko Busujima and Shizuka Marikawa, two beauties with distinct styles, surrounded Rin Amamiya, their eyes filled with passion and concern.

As a safety mechanism he had created during his previous long dreams, their arrival made Amamiya Rin subconsciously relax his body and feel this rare warmth.

"That's good. We're relieved to see you're alright."

Upon hearing this, Saeko Busujima's smile softened even more. She leaned over and gently embraced Rin Amamiya, her full breasts pressing against his left arm, providing a reassuring warmth and touch.

Not to be outdone, Shizuka Marikawa hugged Rin Amamiya tightly around the waist, rubbing her cheek against his side: "Rin seems to have lost some weight. He must not have been eating properly here. We brought homemade bento boxes and snacks."

The two surrounded Yu Gonglin, their intimate physical contact and loving words like a warm tide, and Yu Gonglin was almost lost in this gentle embrace.

However, having cultivated the meditation of breath for so long, Amamiya Rin was not so easily swayed by women. He gently broke free from the embrace of Saeko Busujima and Shizuka Marikawa, and pulled the two of them to sit down in the tea room.

Saeko Busujima took out an exquisite bento box and snacks from the food box and brewed a pot of tea.

Shizuka Marikawa skillfully massaged Rin Amamiya's shoulders, making him close his eyes comfortably.

The two men's service allowed Amamiya Rin to enjoy this rare moment of peace, and a sense of tranquility settled over her.