The man is a monk in the inside, and he starts by giving his wife a crown.

The little girl whose blood was taken was already dead, and she threw her into the corner like a rag.

Xiuyuan was about to go out, and he glanced at Madam Chengjiang who was ready to take orders at any time.

"Chengjiang, the councilman named Tanaka Nobuo."

Xiu Yuan spoke, his voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable tone.

"Go check his background and organize everything you can find for me."

Madam Chengjiang bowed slightly:

"Yes, Master Xiuyuan. Is there anything that requires special attention?"

“The more detailed, the better.”

"I understand." Mrs. Chengjiang agreed without any hesitation or question.

After giving these instructions, Xiuyuan stood up.

There was something more important at the moment—selecting a site for his temple and laying the foundation stone. The ruins of the Gao Liu family's old house were a ready choice.

He left the villa alone and headed towards the land that had turned into ruins.

Only broken walls and ruins remained of the once luxurious mansion, with charred wooden beams and broken rubble scattered all over the ground. There seemed to be a faint lingering smell of resentment and blood in the air, which was the mark left behind by the fall of the Gaoliu family.

Xiu Yuan walked slowly on the ruins, and the rubble under his feet made a light "crackling" sound.

He ignored the remaining negative aura and instead focused on observing the terrain here.

Mountains, rivers, and the growth and decay of plants all held a certain pattern in his eyes. He applied his knowledge of Buddhist geomancy to carefully determine the geomancy and energy of the area.

The terrain here is slightly undulating, with a gentle slope behind and a wide view in front. It is a good site, but the previous fighting and resentment have polluted the aura here.

After confirming the core position, Xiuyuan bent down and picked up a few stones of appropriate size from the ground.

Some of these stones still bear traces of burning, while others have sharp edges and corners.

He put his fingers together like knives, with a faint golden glow lingering on his fingertips, and began to carve on the hard stone surface.

Without any effort, stone chips fell down, and the clear and profound six-word mantra soon appeared on the stone.

His movements were fluid and quick, as if he were writing on paper rather than carving stone.

Soon, he had prepared several stones engraved with mantras.

Xiuyuan piled these stones into a small Mani pile according to specific rituals.

This simple pile of stones, after being engraved with mantras and built by him personally, took on a sacred meaning.

Then, he took out the small magic drum that was carefully crafted from the succubus's bones and skin.

The drum body is pale with a strange bone texture, and the drum head has a strange dark red color.

Xiuyuan placed the Dharma drum steadily on the top of the Mani pile and adjusted the angle.

After doing all this, a breeze happened to blow through the ruins.

The wind passed through the gaps in the Mani pile and drove the Dharma drum on top.

"Boom... boom..."

The Dharma drum automatically emitted a low and rhythmic sound.

The sound was not loud, but it had a strange penetrating power, as if it could cleanse the filth in the air.

As the sound of the drums spread, the faint resentment and smell of blood around seemed to be purified and dispelled bit by bit.

This land, stained with curses and blood, is slowly recovering its purity under the influence of the Dharma drums and the mantra stone piles.

Xiuyuan stood aside and watched all this quietly.

This was just the first step, laying a pure foundation for his future temple. The low rhythm of the Dharma drum echoed over the ruins, and the mani pile exuded a faint but firm purification power.

Xiu Yuan could feel that the resentment and hatred lingering on this land was slowly dissipating.

But this is not enough. Purification takes time, and he needs stronger power and more "resources".

His mind moved slightly, and his consciousness sank into the system interface.

Merit points have increased a lot after the last "Eliminate Evil and Promote Good" activity.

His eyes swept across the dazzling array of exchange options, and finally stopped at a golden spell, the Great and Mighty Heavenly Dragon Spell.

The introduction is simple: a Buddhist mantra to subdue demons and protect the Dharma, extremely powerful, and blessed by the power of heavenly dragons.

"That's it." Xiu Yuan confirmed the exchange without hesitation.

In an instant, a huge stream of information poured into his sea of ​​consciousness, including visualization diagrams of mantras, Sanskrit mantras, and specific methods of Qi circulation.

He sat cross-legged on the spot, next to the small Mani pile, and began to guide the Buddha power in his body according to the Dharma.

The low and archaic syllables of the spell came out of his mouth, and each syllable seemed to carry a strange vibration.

The Buddha's light around him began to grow blazing, no longer the gentle light of salvation, but now filled with majesty and power. Then, a strange change occurred.

Golden dragon-shaped lines emerged and moved from beneath his skin like living things, spreading from his arms to his chest, and even climbing up his neck and cheeks.

These dragon patterns weren't tattoos, but composed purely of energy. Their scales and claws were vivid and lifelike, emitting a terrifying aura of pressure. Simultaneously, the air rang with the ethereal sound of Zen chanting, majestic and grand, as if countless monks were chanting scriptures, with the faint sound of dragon roars mingling among them.

The commotion here was quite a bit. Golden light shot up into the sky, and the sound of Zen chanting and dragon roaring spread far and wide, naturally alarming the residents near the ruins.

Although the Gao Liu family was destroyed, the strange phenomena on this land always make the nearby villagers nervous.

"Hey, look over there! At the ruins of Gao Liu's house!" An old woman who was hanging out to dry worn clothes was the first to discover it and exclaimed, pointing in the distance.

"What's that light? It's so golden!"

"There's also a sound... like chanting? No, there seems to be another sound..."

"Let's go and have a look!"

Curiosity, fear, and a glimmer of hope drive these people.

They went in twos and threes, encouraging each other and groping their way towards the ruins.

When they got closer and saw the scene clearly, everyone was shocked.

In the center of the ruins, a young monk was sitting cross-legged, his body covered with wandering golden dragon patterns, and the Buddha's light around him was as bright as the sun. The solemn Zen chanting and the majestic dragon roar were intertwined, forming an indescribable sacred aura.

The monk's face seemed a little blurry in the light, but it revealed a majesty that made people dare not look directly at him.

"Buddha... Buddha appeared?" An old man with a cane said in a trembling voice. His knees went weak and he knelt down with a plop.

"It's the Dragon God! It's the Dragon God descending to earth!"

Another person who saw the golden lines clearly shouted excitedly and fell to his knees.

"The gods and Buddhas have descended to the world! Hurry and worship! Hurry and worship!"

The crowd knelt on the ground like dominoes being pushed down, and kowtowed devoutly in the direction of Xiuyuan.

They may not understand Buddhism or know any gods, but the unimaginable scene before them is enough to ignite the most primitive awe and faith in their hearts.

They chanted something, praying for peace, health, or just a full meal.

Xiu Yuan looked at his nose with his eyes, and at his heart with his nose, and continued to chant the Great Power Heavenly Dragon Mantra, but he clearly sensed the changes.

Streams of incense and vows, like powerful streams, converged from all directions and poured into his sea of ​​consciousness.

Deep in the sea of ​​consciousness, the three-headed, six-armed golden statue greedily absorbed the new influx of energy.

The golden body, which originally seemed somewhat illusory, quickly became solid, the golden luster on the surface became thicker, and a sacred halo flowed.

Although the beliefs of these ordinary people are diverse, they are large in number and sufficiently pious.

The power of the Great Heavenly Dragon Mantra obviously inspired more awe in them than simple purification.

He maintained the spell, allowing the golden dragon pattern to move across his body, and the sound of Zen chanting and dragon roars resounded throughout the ruins.

Looking at the villagers kneeling below, gathering in increasing numbers, Xiuyuan's lips curled up slightly. Meanwhile, Madam Chengjiang sat at her desk, directly contacting companies specializing in information sales.

When the call was connected, her voice was steady, unperturbed. "I'm looking for someone, Nobuo Tanaka, a member of the House of Representatives. I want all the information on him. Money is not a problem, but it needs to be fast and the information must be absolutely reliable."

There was a brief response from the other party, and the deal was done.

After hanging up the phone, she picked up her coffee with an elegant gesture, as if she had just arranged an ordinary business meeting.

After a while, an encrypted electronic document appeared on Mrs. Chengjiang's private terminal.

The document is detailed and clearly organized.

Tanaka Nobuo is the current head of a small family that relies on the humble glory of his ancestors and several generations of intermarriage to barely maintain its status.

The report mentioned that his ancestors did serve the emperor, but they were low-ranking samurai in charge of managing the stables in the Imperial Palace. The family's glory was a thing of the past, and in modern times, the family's talents were dwindling and its fortunes declined.

Tanaka himself is extremely good at scheming, and he climbed to his current position as a member of the House of Representatives by relying on a bit of cleverness and many shady deals.

The report revealed that he was secretly the protector of several gray industries, with a wide range of businesses, from usury, operating brothels, to providing shelter for some underground auctions.

It was even vaguely involved in some downstream chains of human trafficking. This was probably the reason why he was so heartbroken about the underground black market that was easily destroyed by Lord Xiuyuan and did not hesitate to use his connections to file a complaint.

The report also thoughtfully included several photos of Nobuo Tanaka in different occasions.

One photo showed him making an impassioned speech in parliament with a righteous expression, as if he were the embodiment of justice; the other photo showed him in a dimly lit secret club, hugging a young woman who could be his daughter, with a greasy face and cloudy eyes, completely different from his image in parliament.

She highlighted the parts of the report regarding the industries actually controlled by the Tanaka family, their financial status, major banking transactions, and core connections.

These are the resources that Lord Xiuyuan may need in the future.

As for whether Nobuo Tanaka is dead or alive, and how it ends, that is not her concern.

She only needs to be like the most loyal hound, sniffing out the traces of prey for her master and setting traps in advance.

Then she picked up the phone again, this time calling the current head of Takayanagi Company, a confidant whom she had promoted.

"Prepare some working capital," Chengjiang's voice still lacked emotion.

"We should pay close attention to the movements of all assets under the Tanaka family's name, especially those that are poorly managed and heavily indebted, as well as those that are vulnerable to fluctuations in the financial market.

Wait for my notification and be ready to enter at any time.

Remember, don't worry too much about conventional business practices. What I want is results, clean and neat results."

A respectful, slightly excited response came from the other end of the line. The Gao Liu family's once-proud business empire was now being transformed, under the will of Master Xiu Yuan, into a more efficient, yet even more unscrupulous, tool.

And she is Master Xiuyuan's pack horse.

Chapter 79: Cultivating fate with a compassionate monk!

Xiuyuan slowly opened his eyes, and the golden dragon patterns that were wandering around his body receded like the tide, disappearing again under his skin. The grand Zen chanting and dragon roar also dissipated.

Above the ruins, all that remained was the Dharma drum atop the Mani pile, occasionally making a low "dong dong" sound in the breeze, and the villagers kneeling on the ground, bowing devoutly to him.

Their faces were a mixture of awe, excitement and relief at having survived.

The power of incense and vows is like a real stream, still continuously flowing into Xiuyuan's body, nourishing the three-headed, six-armed golden body of incense in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Looking at these villagers crawling on the ground and muttering to themselves, Xiuyuan's lips curled up in an imperceptible arc.

This is the power of faith, and it is also the nourishment he needs.

He raised his hand and waved gently to the crowd.

A soft and warm golden Buddha light spread out like ripples, gently brushing over the bodies of every villager.

"Ah... my waist doesn't seem to hurt as much anymore!"

An old farmer who had been working all year round straightened up in surprise, his face full of disbelief.

"Ahem... this old problem of mine that I've had for years is now much better now!"

Another elderly woman, clutching her chest, was pleasantly surprised to find she was breathing much more easily.

Uncontrollable exclamations and sobs rang out from the crowd. More people bowed their heads even lower, their praises becoming more devout:

"The Living Buddha has appeared!"

"Thank you for your mercy, Master!"

"This place was once occupied by the Gao Liu family. They committed many sins and the evil aura still lingers."

Xiuyuan's voice sounded calmly, reaching everyone's ears clearly.

"I will build a temple here to suppress the evil spirits and bring peace to this place."

As soon as these words were spoken, the villagers responded even more enthusiastically.