Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

"Stop pretending, let's enjoy ourselves to the fullest."

Tomie lightly lifted Amamiya Rin's chin and leaned down to press her alluring red lips to his.

Tomie's kissing skills were skillful and provocative, prying open Amamiya Rin's teeth and trying to ignite his desire.

Another woman, Tomie, guided Amamiya Rin's hand to cover her ample curves. She breathed slightly, her eyes brimming with alluring charm.

Amamiya Rin neither responded to the passionate kiss nor pushed away the restless hand.

He simply sat quietly, like a boulder in the mountains, letting them do as they pleased, as if it had nothing to do with him.

This submissive attitude made Tomie and the others' eyes gleam with pride, and their smiles deepened, carrying an arrogant air of certainty.

In an instant, the tea room was filled with the enchanting beauty of spring. Jade bodies lay sprawled out, snow-white arms and graceful waists intertwined, and bold, unrestrained panting and moans rose and fell, weaving a web of desire that could make any ordinary man lose his reason and his blood boil.

However, Amamiya Rin simply sat quietly, letting them do as they pleased.

The clarity in his eyes had not diminished in the slightest; it was a tranquility that pierced through appearances and reached the essence.

In his mind at this moment, these illusory bodies of sentient beings, the wooden table and futon in the tea room, and even the wind blowing outside the window are no different in essence. They are all temporary phenomena arising from causes and conditions, and their essence is emptiness.

As time went on, Tomie and the others gradually realized that something was wrong.

Amamiya Rin's body would react physiologically to their comforting words, but his breathing remained long and regular, his chest rose and fell steadily, and his heartbeat was transmitted through the skin pressed together, so stable it was alarming.

His clear eyes, like the smoothest mirror, clearly reflected their alluring, swaying, and infatuated postures, yet the mirror itself remained calm and undisturbed, showing no sign of being moved or confused.

"You...you filthy man! Are you trying to fool us?!"

Tomie's voice became shrill, and the smile on her face disappeared, replaced by surprise and anger.

"Look out the window."

Amamiya Rin's gaze passed over the writhing, snow-white body before him and landed on the open window of the tea room.

In the courtyard, the old tree's gnarled branches swayed gently in the wind, and a few early-fallen leaves twirled and drifted down.

"What are you looking at?"

Tomie, straddling his lap, frowned impatiently, but subconsciously turned her head in the direction of his gaze.

The other women in Tomie also looked out the window, where they saw the wind blowing through the trees and the clouds rolling and unrolling, a typical scene of a mountain temple.

Yu Gonglin's voice rang out calmly, as still as a deep well: "Tell me, is it the wind that's moving, or the trees?"

"Of course the tree is moving; you can't see the wind."

Tomie chuckled, her eyes slightly upturned.

"No, it's the wind that's moving! The wind is invisible, but it's not nonexistent, so how can the tree move on its own?"

Another Tomie raised her head and retorted to Tomie.

"It's clearly the wind!"

"It's a tree!"

"It's the wind!"

……

The simple question immediately sparked a minor argument among Tomie and her friends. Dozens of identical mouths each held their own opinion, and their clear, charming voices mingled together, diluting the romantic and ambiguous atmosphere considerably.

"It is not the wind that moves, nor the trees that move, but the heart that moves."

Yu Gonglin slowly withdrew his gaze, returning it to the face before him, which was stunningly beautiful yet filled with restlessness, and gently shook his head.

"Whether the wind blows or the flag flutters, it is merely the changing and shifting of external circumstances. It is the delusions within our minds that give them meaning, giving rise to greed, anger, ignorance, pride, and doubt. Your temptations, your voices, your bodies are essentially no different from this wind and this tree. If the mind is unmoved, thoughts will not arise. If thoughts do not arise, the environment will naturally remain undisturbed."

The atmosphere around them froze instantly, like a powder keg about to explode. Amamiya Rin's clear eyes clearly reflected the increasingly unpleasant expressions on Tomie's face.

"Feeling tempted?"

Tomie, straddling his lap, repeated the word, her beautiful face slightly contorted with anger.

"Stop playing dumb! Your body is reacting, what are you pretending to be so aloof for?"

Tomie and the others stopped their infighting, and dozens of pairs of eyes stared at Amamiya Rin, burning with anger and anxiety at being slighted.

"Exactly! All talk and no action!"

"Let's see how long you can keep up this act!"

……

Tomie and the others trembled with rage. Amamiya Rin's current state was more unacceptable to them than any attack or resistance. The only thing they could not tolerate in this world was being ignored by men.

For them, this was the greatest humiliation.

"You use this skin to tempt me, just as Mara tempted the Buddha with the appearance of celestial maidens."

His fingertips twitched slightly, and he picked up a half-open gardenia without anyone noticing. The petals were pure white as snow, with dewdrops still clinging to them, emitting a refreshing fragrance.

"You witches, though your forms are beautiful, your hearts are not. What is there to covet in a leather bag filled with blood?"

He lowered his eyes and sniffed lightly, articulating a simple truth.

"Shut up! Stop playing tricks!"

Tomie grabbed a teacup from the low table and smashed it hard against Amamiya Rin's face!

However, the teacup, which was still an inch away from Amamiya Rin's forehead, became transparent and illusory, like a reflection thrown into water, turning into specks of light and disappearing into nothingness.

Meanwhile, the surrounding environment subtly changed.

The entire tea room was like a faded oil painting, peeling away. The mottled walls, the rustic tea set, the futon beneath... when everything disappeared, what replaced it was a tranquil and ancient natural scene.

The tatami mats underfoot are covered by tangled tree roots, and overhead are no longer wooden beams and tiles, but lush, verdant branches and leaves that block out the sun like a canopy, filtering down dappled light.

A colossal Bodhi tree rises from the ground, exuding an aura of tranquility and peace.

"All forms are illusory. If one sees all forms as non-forms, then one sees the Tathagata."

Amamiya Rin sat under the tree, in the vajra posture, his hands forming the meditation mudra. His voice carried a strange penetrating power, like a morning bell and evening drum, striking at the pride of Tomie and her ilk.

Meanwhile, the Tomies surrounding him revealed the ugly souls beneath their beauty in this dreamlike transition.

Their exquisite faces were twisted and deformed like melting wax figures, their delicate features out of place, their dark pupils swallowed by eerie whites, leaving only distortion and madness.

Tomie's smooth cheeks bulged unnaturally, her skin cracked, and writhing flesh surged out from within, writhing like a living thing, growing rapidly, outlining the blurred facial features.

A strange sound came from the shoulder blade of another Tomie, and a slender arm pierced out, its five fingers like bizarre insect limbs, convulsing and scratching in the air.

There was also a torn, bloody mess on Tomie's side, as if something was about to crawl out of it. Under the torn flesh, a head with jet-black hair could be vaguely seen.

……

In Amamiya Rin's clear mind, all illusions and appearances reveal their true nature.

Before him, the beautiful witch was gone, replaced only by grotesque monsters.

The alluring and the ugly, the whole and the broken, coexist in them, forming a hellish picture that desecrates life.

Beneath the Bodhi tree, a gentle breeze blows, carrying not a warm fragrance, but a faint scent of blood and decay.

Amamiya Rin stood in the center of this group of twisted and deformed beings, her expression still calm, as if the horrifying scene before her, like the extreme temptation before her, was nothing more than a passing cloud.