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

Purify?

Misako was stunned for a moment, then she understood what he meant.

The so-called purification is probably just turning into ashes.

A complex emotion surged in my heart, including the sadness of losing my husband, the fear of my stepson's crazy behavior, and a sense of inexplicable relief.

At least, the body contaminated by the monster will no longer cause any trouble.

She bowed deeply again, her voice choked with sobs:

"Yes...I understand. Thank you again, Master, for your mercy."

Xiu Yuan nodded slightly, seemingly uninterested in her emotions, and stood up.

"I have to go to Wuche Academy to teach students today. You can rest here and recuperate. You can handle the rest of the matter on your own. If you encounter any difficulties that you cannot solve, you can ask Chengjiang for help."

After saying that, he stopped looking at Misako and walked straight to the door.

Rinko Akiyama followed immediately, her movements smooth and without the slightest hesitation.

Misako stood there in a daze, watching the two people leaving.

The sunlight shone through the open door, a little dazzling. Her life was turned upside down overnight: her husband died, her stepson turned into a monster and was also destroyed, and her home was gone.

In addition to the confusion and grief in his heart, there was actually a faint sense of security, which came from the young monk who seemed indifferent but actually possessed thundering means.

Just then, there were thumping footsteps on the stairs. Qiuyue Ai Li poked her head out and saw that Xiuyuan and Rinko had already left. She ran down angrily, "Humph! They didn't take me with them again! Brother Xiuyuan is biased!"

She ran to the door, stamped her feet as she watched the car drive away, then noticed Misako, who looked distraught in the living room, and tilted her head curiously.

"Tell me quickly, what does that monster look like? Is it very powerful? Did Brother Xiuyuan defeat it in a snap?"

Faced with Ai Li's rapid-fire questions and sparkling eyes, Misako felt dizzy.

Monster...powerful...defeat...these words pricked her nerves like needles.

Her face became even paler, her lips trembled slightly, and she couldn't utter a word.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Ai Li thought she was frightened and curled her lips impatiently:

"Really? You're so timid. You must not have seen Brother Xiuyuan display his might? What a pity."

She walked to the sofa, sat down, picked up the snacks on the table and stuffed them into her mouth, mumbling incoherently:

"I must go with you next time, hum."

The only sounds in the living room were the crunching of Ai Li's snacks and Misako's silent, suppressed sadness. Misako had spent the entire morning in Shuen's villa, feeling lost and confused. When she was alone in the living room, she finally mustered up the courage to borrow a reasonably suitable set of clothes from Mitsuko and leave this place that made her feel safe yet strangely cramped.

When I pushed open the half-open door of my house, a pungent smell of blood and a faint smell of burning hit me in the face.

The living room was a mess, with broken furniture, scattered debris, and sticky marks on the walls that looked like some creature had struggled, silently telling of the horror of last night.

The door of the storage room was open, and it was empty inside, with only some indistinguishable ashes remaining on the floor. The last trace of her husband, Amamiya Yosuke, had been completely "purified" by the young monk.

Seeing this scene, Misako could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground, covering her face and sobbing softly.

She lost her home, her husband, and her stepson turned into a monster and eventually vanished into nothing.

Everything was like a nightmare.

After crying for a long time, she slowly stopped crying, wiped away her tears, and stood up shakily.

She found a clean urn in the bedroom, walked to the storage room, knelt on the ground, and carefully collected the ashes bit by bit with trembling hands.

This was the only thing left of her husband in this world.

After doing all this, she took out her cell phone and called her sister Etsukiko.

When the call was connected and she heard her sister's familiar voice, Misako's pent-up emotions broke down again. She recounted what happened last night in a disjointed manner, only skipping the details of her detoxification.

Yumiko on the other end of the phone was initially shocked and worried, but as she listened, her focus shifted.

"Sister...you mean, that super handsome monk next door saved you? He also helped you...purify your brother-in-law?"

Misako blushed and replied vaguely:

"Well... Master Xiuyuan, he is very powerful."

"How powerful is it?" Yumiko immediately asked, her tone full of irrepressible curiosity.

"Sister, tell me the truth, when he was purifying your... that... the demonic energy, did you feel particularly... particularly comfortable?"

"Emiko!"

Misako felt embarrassed and annoyed, and her voice rose a few notches.

"It's already this time, and you're still asking this!"

"Oh, I'm concerned about you!"

Etsuko was acting coquettishly over there.

"Just tell me, is it really like the legend says... floating in the air?"

Misako was at her wit's end as her younger sister pestered her. Thinking of the indescribable feeling she had last night, a warm current washed over her body, dispelling all the gloom and bringing her an unprecedented sense of tranquility and fulfillment, and even a hint of... bliss.

Her cheeks grew even hotter, and her voice was as thin as a mosquito's: "Well... indeed... it's very different... I feel completely relaxed, a feeling I've never had before..."

"Wow!"

Etsukoro's exaggerated exclamation came from the other end of the phone.

"Really?"

Misako quickly interrupted her sister:

"Okay, okay, come over here and help me clean up. I can't do it alone."

After hanging up the phone, Misako looked at the urn and thought of Xiuyuan's calm face and her last embarrassing look when she rushed over and hugged his thighs. Her face couldn't help but feel hot again.

Not long after, Yumiko arrived in a hurry.

As soon as she entered the room, she first exclaimed in amazement at the tragic scene, then pulled Misako and inquired about various details about Xiu Yuan with sparkling eyes. She was not so concerned about the mess on the ground.

The two sisters worked together and it took them half a day to clean the house.

As for calling the police, Misako hesitated again and again, but finally gave up.

how to explain?

That her stepson turned into a tentacle monster, killed her husband, and then was beaten to ash by the monk next door?

It would be strange if the police didn't send her to a mental hospital as if she were crazy.

This matter can only rot in my stomach.

After packing up, looking at the empty house that still held a trace of sadness, Etsumeko suggested:

"Sister, no matter what, Master Xiuyuan saved your life, we have to thank him."

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Misako was a little hesitant. The thought of facing Xiuyuan again made her feel uncomfortable. The memory of last night was too vivid.

But the life-saving favor was a fact, and it would be unreasonable not to express gratitude. Moreover, for some reason, deep down in her heart, she seemed not to be opposed to seeing the young monk again.

"okay."

Misako nodded, and the image of herself crying while hugging Xiuyuan's thighs involuntarily resurfaced in her mind, causing her toes to curl up in embarrassment.

On the other hand, Nobuo Tanaka's actions were like a wound-up machine.

Under Xiu Yuan's instructions, he contacted several banks and financial institutions with a blank look in his eyes, and borrowed money crazily using the Tanaka family's earnings and reputation for decades to come as collateral.

Huge sums of money flowed quietly into Takayanagi Company's accounts through secret channels, so quickly that it did not even attract the attention of any regulatory agency.

After doing all this, he changed into a neat suit, tied his tie, and tidied his appearance in front of the mirror, but his eyes were still a dead gray.

Then, under the astonished gaze of his secretary, he arrived at Tokyo TV by car.

The media reporters who had already received the news surrounded the press conference like sharks smelling blood.

The flashing lights were as bright as day, and all kinds of cameras were aimed at the rostrum.

...... .... ....

They had a feeling that there would be big news, but they never imagined it would be such an earth-shattering revelation.

At exactly nine o'clock in the morning, Nobuo Tanaka appeared on the press conference stage on time.

He walked straight to the microphone with a blank expression and a somewhat stiff step. The audience instantly fell silent, with countless pairs of eyes staring at him, waiting for the congressman to reveal something.

However, the first words that Nobuo Tanaka said made everyone drop their jaws.

"I, Tanaka Nobuo, am guilty."

His voice was flat, without any emotion, as if he was reading a report that had nothing to do with him.

"I abused my power and accepted bribes totaling..."

He reported a staggering figure, and then began to list in detail all the things he had done over the years, from embezzling public funds to collusion between officials and businessmen, to using his family's pitiful knowledge of Yin-Yang magic to deal with some shady troubles. He listed every detail clearly and in an orderly manner.

The reporters were stunned at first, and then went crazy.

The sound of shutter clicks and questions rang out, and the scene was in chaos.

But Nobuo Tanaka turned a deaf ear to all this and continued speaking in his robotic tone.

"The following is a list of some of my colleagues and related personnel who I know of who have engaged in profiteering and committed crimes together with me."

Prominent names began to scroll across the screen, along with the specific transaction time, location, amount involved, and even some call recordings and the storage location of encrypted files.

From cabinet ministers to local officials, from chaebol tycoons to gang leaders, it covers almost all the leading figures in the political, business and underworld circles.

The faces of those who were watching the live broadcast turned pale in an instant, and cell phones rang wildly in every corner.

In some dark corners, roars and sounds of things breaking could be heard one after another.

"Crazy! This bastard Tanaka is completely crazy!"

"Quick! Shut him up! At all costs!"

Just as Tanaka Nobuo was about to read out the next more explosive name, his hand on the podium suddenly trembled violently, his eyes rolled back, and a strange "gurgling" sound came from his throat.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but no words came out. In full view of everyone, his body swayed, and he fell straight back, hitting the ground with a dull thud.

The scene fell into deathly silence for only a few seconds.

Even greater chaos followed.

Medical staff rushed onto the stage and reporters swarmed forward.

A few minutes later, a man in a white coat stood up, shaking his head.

"Preliminary diagnosis: sudden myocardial infarction."

A figure in a typical cleaner's uniform, wearing a mask and a hat, quietly retreated from the crowd. He crushed a piece of thin paper with twisted runes painted on it. The scraps of paper turned to black ash at his fingertips and scattered in the wind.

Chapter 86: Teaching after class!

In the meditation room of Wuche Academy, dozens of cushions are neatly arranged, and the air is filled with the faint scent of calming sandalwood.

The first-year Taimanin students sat cross-legged, trying hard to concentrate their minds.

On the podium, Xiuyuan, dressed in a moon-white monk's robe, spoke in a calm and magnetic voice, guiding these young Taima Ninjas into a state of meditation.

"Concentrate your mind, calm your breath, and feel your breath, like the tide. With each inhalation and exhalation, you can cleanse the restlessness in your heart."

Xiuyuan's voice seemed to carry a strange magic, and combined with the Buddhist teachings he secretly used, the originally somewhat restless classroom quickly quieted down.

Most of the students closed their eyes, and the tension between their brows gradually relaxed.

Gui Yanye sat still, breathing long and steady, and almost immediately entered the state.

She was born with a calm mind and also practiced Bushido, so her concentration was much better than that of her peers.

Mizuki Yukikaze was slightly different. Although his eyes were also closed, they moved slightly beneath his eyelids. His dark brown skin was slightly tense from the effort of concentration, clearly struggling with his restless nature.

"Visualization,"

Xiu Yuan's voice continued to ring out, like a stone thrown into a quiet lake, creating ripples in the hearts of every student.

"Visualize a Dharma image standing in the ocean of your mind. He is majestic and immovable, with three heads and six arms, holding a vajra, a Dharma wheel, a jewel, and a lotus... He suppresses all external demons and protects the clarity of your mind."

What he described was the Dharma form of Acala that he had condensed himself, but he did not say it explicitly.