Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

After enjoying a delicious meal, Yu Gonglin did not forget his business. After putting down his chopsticks, he was about to enter the cultivation of the Sui Xi Sect again.

However, Saeko Busujima and Shizuka Marikawa were more clingy than usual.

"Lin-jun~~"

"Relax a bit, Xiao Lin..."

Saeko Busujima clung to Rin Amamiya's arm, her purple eyes glistening with a seductive light.

Shizuka Marikawa's hands also started to wander, slipping inside Rin Amamiya's pants, her hot breath spraying against his ear.

Amamiya Rin's body stiffened abruptly.

"Wait... Shizuka, Saeko, I'm..."

Shizuka's hands were icy cold yet nimble, while Saeko's gaze stirred her heartstrings. Amamiya Rin tried to push them away, but the strength in his hands unconsciously lessened.

For the past twenty-one years, their bodies had been his only solace and relaxation in his dreams, and this touch had become almost an instinctive reaction.

"Lin-jun is too tense. Cultivation is important, but relaxation is also important. This is called a balance between relaxation and rest."

Saeko Busujima's soft lips pressed against his face, and one hand deftly unbuttoned his clothes. Her beautiful long purple hair fell down, the ends brushing against his skin and bringing a tingling sensation.

"Yes, yes, Xiaolin, let us help you. Didn't you used to love doing this the most?"

Shizuka Marikawa clung to him like a koala, instinctively squeezing Amamiya Rin's arm and side with her most impressive organ, making whimpering sounds like a kitten in heat, while one hand clumsily groped inside his clothes.

"etc……"

Amamiya Rin's breathing became heavy, and her struggling hands gradually became weak and powerless.

When faced with beauty, the body's reaction is far more honest than the will; a surge of heat gathers in the lower abdomen, and the dam of reason teeters on the brink of collapse under the impact of desire.

Saeko Busujima noticed his resistance was weakening. She raised her eyelids, her eyes glistening with a seductive longing.

Amamiya Rin's barely maintained composure was on the verge of complete collapse under this double onslaught of gentleness.

"Just...just for a little while..."

A thought popped into my head uncontrollably. Hadn't Tomie and the others already left?

They've been making a fuss for so long and finally given up, maybe...maybe today they can relax a bit? After all, it's important to balance work and rest, and those taut strings need to be loosened, right? Cultivation isn't something to rush into...

The moment the thought crossed her mind, Yu Gonglin's heart skipped a beat, and a strange sense of unease rose within her.

Given Tomie's obsessive determination to achieve her goal, would they really give up so easily?

This is far too unusual.

Amamiya Rin frowned, a strange anxiety dampening his desires. He deliberately looked away from Saeko Busujima's face and caught sight of the wooden sword casually tossed in the corner.

That wooden sword was Saeko's cherished weapon, and also the swordsmanship she was devoted to.

In an instant, a thought came to mind like a bucket of cold water being poured over my head.

Although Saeko deeply loves herself and is quite proactive in bed, she is essentially an extremely self-disciplined Yamato Nadeshiko. She would never act so clingy and lustful when she has clearly stated that she wants to train and her body is so weak, as if she were a puppet controlled by desire.

(Is it the malice of nightmares? Or is it the manifestation of ego that needs to be confronted in the practice of breath counting?)

Amamiya Rin's face turned pale.

Isn't he practicing the contemplation of the skeleton to break free from attachment and craving for the physical body? If he indulges in sexual relations with Saeko and Shizuka, what kind of meditation is he practicing?

Looking at the beautiful face so close to his face, Amamiya Rin squeezed her eyes shut, trying to dispel the erotic thoughts in her mind and bring her attention back to her breathing—inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale…

With his chaotic thoughts calming down a little, Amamiya Rin pushed away Busujima Saeko and Marikawa Shizuka without hesitation.

"Lin?"

"Xiao Lin, what's wrong?"

Saeko Busujima and Shizuka Marikawa, who were pushed aside, showed a hint of surprise on their faces.

"I am practicing meditation and must not be near women. You may all go back."

Amamiya Rin's tone was so calm it was almost cold.

It's not just about using words; it's also about using his will. Saeko Busujima, Shizuka Marikawa, and the abbot are all part of his safety mechanism. As long as his willpower is strong enough, he can influence their actions.

However, Saeko Busujima and Shizuka Marikawa showed no intention of leaving.

"Lin Jun, cultivation should be done step by step. Don't go against your human nature."

Saeko Busujima took another step closer, her eyes glistening with tears.

"That's right, Xiaolin! We're not here to cause trouble, we just want to keep you company. How can we leave here all alone?"

Shizuka Marikawa also came over and clung to him.

This is a huge problem!

Amamiya Rin's heart sank.

For the past twenty-one years, Saeko Busujima and Shizuka Marikawa have never disobeyed his orders in important matters, so why are they reacting like this now... Is it the influence of the Nightmare Will?

Just as his mind raced, trying to figure out what was going on, his gaze inadvertently swept over Saeko Busujima's face, which was very close to his.

That familiar face, which once possessed both heroic spirit and gentle beauty, seemed to have changed in some way.

Suddenly, Amamiya Rin's gaze fixed on the area below Busujima Saeko's left eye.

A small beauty mark lay quietly on the edge of her lower eyelid, exuding an eerie beauty.

In an instant, a chilling sensation shot up from her tailbone to the top of her head, making Amamiya Rin's scalp tingle.

He stiffly turned his neck to look at Shizuka Marikawa, who was still clinging to his side.

Beneath her eyes, which always held a dreamy smile, in the same spot, there was another beauty mark that looked exactly the same!

Cold sweat instantly soaked through my back, leaving it sticky and icy.

An indescribable sense of horror gripped Amamiya Rin's throat, making it difficult for him to breathe.

"Even my security mechanisms have been compromised?"

Amamiya Rin's eye twitched.

He knew that Tomie's charm could affect a man's memory, but he didn't expect that even the safety mechanism he had built up through self-suggestion would be eroded.

Saeko Busujima and Shizuka Marikawa may still be the same people they were before, but they have been influenced by Tomie's concept, as evidenced by their beauty marks.

"Shariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form; form is emptiness, emptiness is form. Sensation, perception, volition, and consciousness are also like this. Shariputra, all dharmas are empty in nature; they are neither produced nor destroyed, neither defiled nor pure, neither increasing nor decreasing."

Amamiya Rin took a deep breath, closed her eyes again, and whispered the scriptures, forcibly gathering her almost scattered consciousness.

The scriptures flowed through my heart like a clear spring, trying to extinguish the raging flames.

However, once the demonic obstacle has taken hold, it is not so easily removed.

Saeko Busujima and Shizuka Marikawa did not back down despite his refusal; instead, they became even more persistent.

Their touches were no longer merely gentle caresses, but carried a certain urgent and domineering demand. The rustling of clothes, the sensation of lips moving, mixed with sweet and cloying breaths, eroded Yu Gonglin's soul and burned his reason.

To make matters worse, that familiar, noisy laughter rang out again from outside the courtyard.

The Tomies who had left earlier returned, gathering once again like sharks that had smelled blood.

"Hehe, didn't expect that, did you? We're back!"

"Fool! Idiot! You fell for it!"

"Look at your ugly face, it must be so hard for you to hold back~"

"Come, join us in enjoying bliss. We'll show you what true paradise is!"

Orioles and swallows sing, and a fragrant breeze wafts through the air.

Dozens of women, including Tomie Kawakami, rushed in, laughing and joking. Their faces were filled with the smugness of a successful scheme and an even more fervent desire for possession. The narrow tea room was filled with the beauty that symbolized lust.

As another security mechanism, the abbot disappeared after Amamiya Rin allowed Saeko Busujima and Shizuka Marikawa to enter the tea room. No one was there to stop Tomie and the others from their intrusion. It was truly only Amamiya Rin's own efforts to resist the temptations of Tomie and the others.

Without realizing it, the tea room was no longer a tea room. The surrounding scenery began to distort.

The walls receded, transforming into a hazy veil, and the tatami mats beneath the cushions became soft and lush, with an increasingly sweet and warm fragrance filling the air.

When Amamiya Rin showed a weakness, Tomie and the others used their collective willpower to change the environment of the dream world! They transformed this training ground into a seductive and decadent boudoir.

Tomie and her companions surrounded Amamiya Rin. They loosened their robes, their graceful figures appearing and disappearing behind the thin veils, their eyes hazy, their jade arms outstretched, their slender hands wrapping around his body like vines. Their identical, exquisitely beautiful faces drew close, their breath sweet as orchids, as they licked Amamiya Rin's body.

The seductive music lingered incessantly, and Amamiya Rin's senses of sight, hearing, touch, smell... all of them were overwhelmed by Tomie's scent.

Tomie is like a demon from the Desire Realm, setting up obstacles here, determined to disturb the meditative mind of the practitioners.

Amamiya Rin felt a blazing flame rise from her lower abdomen and quickly spread throughout her body.

His body trembled violently, like a bowstring stretched to its limit. His mental defenses were on the verge of collapse, and the thought of giving up hissed in his heart like a tempting venomous snake.

What rose in his heart was not only lust and possessiveness, but also murderous intent, an incomparably strong murderous intent that urged him to kill these witches immediately, to cut them into a thousand pieces, to pulverize them into wine, to roast them into meat...

(No... I can't let myself give in...)

(Once you give in, there will be no turning back...)

(These are all illusions, illusions!)

(All conditioned phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, shadows, dew, and lightning; thus should they be viewed...)

(When mind and breath are interdependent, delusive thoughts naturally cease...)

Amamiya Rin bit her tongue hard, the sharp pain exploding in her mouth with a metallic sweetness, bringing a moment of clarity.

The various Buddhist principles for calming the mind, as explained by the abbot, flashed through my mind like lightning.

"When both mind and breath cease, one enters into meditative absorption. By breaking free from attachment to the object of meditation—breath—one enters a state of one-pointedness of mind. At this moment, body and mind become one, like the vast emptiness containing clouds..."

A flash of inspiration struck, like moonlight breaking through dark clouds, illuminating Yu Gonglin's chaotic heart.

He "looked" at Saeko Busujima and Shizuka Marikawa, who were clinging to him.

The two women were created by his subconscious, projections of his sense of security, but now they are being eroded by Tomie's "concepts" and have become manifestations of his inner demons. Their beauty and their love are illusions created by his attachment to self.

He "listened" to the endless allure of Tomie and her ilk.

These voices are nothing more than the echoes of one's own desire for beauty and greed, amplified and distorted by external demons.

The demon is not external, but internal. The witch is not a physical entity, but a manifestation of one's own ignorance and afflictions, which is attachment to self.

Being fixated on breathing, being fixated on fighting—these are all forms of self-attachment.

He tried too hard to resist these demonic obstacles, and ended up focusing all his energy on them, which was like constantly reminding himself of their existence and power.

(Mind and breath both perish...body and soul vanish...)

Amamiya Rin no longer tried to resist those temptations, nor did she forcibly lock her mind to her breathing.

He relaxed his tense body and let go of his lingering resistance, clinging only to the last vestige of clarity in his mind.

However, the temptation did not disappear; on the contrary, his lack of resistance intensified the torment.

Amamiya Rin felt as if she were being scorched on a raging fire and then plunged into an ice cave to be frozen, as her physical desires and attachments clashed fiercely with her rational will to survive.

Time slowly slipped away amidst the torment.

As the sun rises and sets, the temple scenery changes, but the struggle never stops.

Amamiya Rin's heart, through this endless trials, was like a rough stone, being polished again and again.

At first, there were sharp edges and intense pain. Gradually, the pain remained, but the heart strangely became more resilient.

I don't know how much time has passed, perhaps months, perhaps years.

His breathing, after countless struggles and reversals, became long and even.

With mind and breath in harmony, one gradually enters a state of bliss.

Amamiya Rin's mind no longer followed the external circumstances, but instead settled completely in the unity of observation and breath.

When a thought arises, be aware of it; once you are aware of it, it disappears. Delusional thoughts are like fleeting clouds passing through a clear sky, leaving no trace.

Yu Gonglin opened his eyes, his face calm, exuding a serene aura, like a stone pagoda in an ancient temple, standing still despite the wind and rain.

"All conditioned phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows."

The clear spirituality flowing from the depths of the mind is like a clear spring washing away dust, like the dawn breaking.

In an instant, the sweet, warm fragrance that enveloped me vanished without a trace, replaced by the crisp, clean air of a mountain morning, carrying the scent of grass, trees, and earth.

The decadent music abruptly stopped, as if Tomie and the others were being choked by invisible hands.

The distorted and swaying gauze curtains and the boudoir scene, like stains washed away by water, quickly faded, and the tea room's simple and old appearance was restored to its original state.

It was as if that soul-consuming, intoxicating illusion was merely a hallucination that was too realistic to bear. Only the dozen or so Kawakami Tomie members remained, surrounding Amamiya Rin.

They were momentarily taken aback by the sudden change in their surroundings, but when they saw that Amamiya Rin had finally opened her eyes, that doubt was immediately replaced by an even stronger desire to conquer.

"Hehe, you've finally decided to look at us?"

Tomie sat on Amamiya Rin's lap with her legs spread apart, giggling, and gently stroked his cheek with her slender fingers.

Amamiya Rin met Tomie's gaze calmly, his eyes like a clear, deep pool, without the slightest ripple, and without flinching.