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

This clever guidance allowed the students "947" to visualise the powerful protective force while unconsciously connecting this image with the cultivation fate on the podium.

The majesty and power of the Dharma image are directly imprinted into the depths of their subconscious through the blessings of Buddhist practice.

This is not forced indoctrination, but like the spring rain, it sows the seeds of faith and awe silently.

While he was giving lectures, he added some personal advice to these Taimanin.

The quiet room was completely silent, with only the sound of the students' gradually steady breathing.

In Gui Yanye's mind, the image of the three-headed, six-armed Acala was already quite clear. His face was solemn, with an indifference that seemed to see through everything. It vaguely overlapped with Xiu Yuan on the podium, and a sense of pure and powerful power arose spontaneously.

Shuicheng Xuefeng gradually calmed down, and her competitive heart turned into motivation for meditation.

Although not as stable as Gui Yanye's, a slightly blurry but equally powerful image of the Dharma slowly took shape in her consciousness, emitting a faint breath of thunder and lightning, which was a reflection of her own power.

Xiuyuan's eyes swept across the area below, taking in the condition of each student.

He had expected Gui Yanye to be stable. This girl's temperament was indeed suitable for spiritual practice, and the Dharma images she visualized were solid and pure.

Although Shuicheng Xuefeng seemed to be struggling a little, her unyielding spirit made her mental power more focused. Although the Dharma image she visualized was blurry, it contained amazing explosive power and her potential was not bad.

He nodded slightly, and after most of the students were able to maintain their visualization state, he slowly spoke with a hint of approval in his voice:

"Very good. Mr. Gui, your mind is as calm as water and your Dharma is stable. This is rare and precious."

When Gui Yanye heard this, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously curved upwards. Although her eyes were still closed, the joy of being recognized was still revealed in her calm expression.

Xiuyuan turned his gaze to the other side:

"Mr. Shuicheng, although there are some fluctuations, your will is strong and your visualization power has begun to take shape. With time, it will surely reach great perfection."

"Hey!" Shuicheng Xuefeng almost opened her eyes and managed to hold it back with great difficulty, but the upturned corners of her mouth and slightly shaking shoulders revealed her excitement.

Being singled out for praise in public by Xiuyuan, especially after Gui Yanye, gave her competitive spirit great satisfaction. The images she visualized seemed to become more solid, as if responding to her emotions.

The two girls who received the praise felt a deeper admiration and closeness towards Xiu Yuan.

Especially the majestic image of the Dharma that they visualized, which was not only a symbol of power in their hearts, but also carried the shadow of Xiuyuan himself, appearing both sacred and intimate.

Although the other students made different progress, they all felt the power of purifying their minds and suppressing distracting thoughts under the guidance of Xiuyuan's Buddhist teachings and the inspiration of the Dharma. They became more and more convinced of this young Buddhist teacher.

An invisible spiritual connection is quietly being established and deepened in this quiet room.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, Xiuyuan ended the meditation guidance, and watched the students leave the meditation room one after another.

He himself walked towards the temporary office assigned to him.

The office was small and simply furnished, with a desk and two chairs. He only attended classes half a day a week, so it was enough for him.

When he opened the door, Xiuyuan raised his eyebrows slightly.

The office was not empty. A mature and plump woman was standing by the window with her back to the door, seemingly looking at the scenery in the distance.

Hearing the door open, she turned around with a deliberately suppressed excitement and some indescribable desire on her face. It was Mizuki Yukikaze's mother, Mizuki Shiranui, who was also a teacher at the academy.

Ever since she tasted the purifying nectar from Xiuyuan last time, Shuicheng Shiranui had become addicted to it. The taste made her obsessed and it seemed as if something deep in her body was awakened.

However, due to her status and the occasion, she had been restraining herself and did not dare to disturb Xiu Yuan.

Today, I learned that Xiuyuan was coming to the college to give lectures. The desire that had been suppressed for a long time could no longer be suppressed. I calculated the time and quietly went to his office to wait.

"Master Xiuyuan..."

Shiranui's voice was trembling and eager, and her eyes were fixed on Xiu Yuan, as if she wanted to devour him.

Without waiting for Xiu Yuan's response, she took a few steps forward and threw herself directly into Xiu Yuan's arms, murmuring rapidly:

"Help me, I feel so bad..."

Xiu Yuan was a little surprised to see the warm and soft beauty in his arms. He didn't expect that this married woman teacher would be so direct and bold.

Naturally, he would not refuse Rou Xiuyuan who came to him on his own initiative, and he responded to Mizuki Shiranui's enthusiasm.

Just when they were about to reach the critical moment.

"dong dong dong"

There was a knock on the door at an inopportune moment.

Mizuki Shiranui's whole body stiffened, and like a frightened rabbit, she hurriedly struggled to break free from Xiuyuan's arms.

The color drained from her face, and she looked at the office door in panic, then at Xiu Yuan, and finally her eyes were fixed on the large desk.

Almost instantly, the plump mature woman, with an agility that did not match her body shape, used her hands and feet to get under the desk, curled up, and did not forget to pull up the hem of her skirt to hide herself tightly.

Xiuyuan straightened his robes, as if nothing had happened, walked to the desk and sat down, speaking calmly:

"Please come in."

The office door was pushed open and two heads popped in. They were none other than Gui Yanye and Mizuki Yukikaze who had just finished class.

"Teacher Xiuyuan, you are still here!"

Shuicheng Xuefeng ran in first, with the excitement from after class still lingering on her face, and her brown skin glowed with a healthy luster in the sun.

"We have some meditation questions we'd like to ask you!"

Gui Yanye followed behind her, walking steadily and bowing slightly:

"Sorry to disturb your rest, teacher." Her eyes fell on Xiu Yuan with her usual respect.

"No problem, sit down."

Xiuyuan pointed to the chair in front of the desk.

"Teacher, I feel like I've visualized the image you just mentioned, but it's a little blurry, and I feel like there's crackling lightning in it!"

Shuicheng Xuefeng sat down first and couldn't wait to describe his experience, gesturing with his hands.

"What's going on? Did I do something wrong?"

Under the desk, Mizuki Shiranui's heart almost jumped out of his throat.

It was Yukikaze's voice! How could she be here with Katsura? Hearing her daughter's clear and lively voice, Shiranui felt shy and afraid. She curled up even tighter, not daring to breathe.

In the small space, she could clearly smell the faint sandalwood scent on Xiuyuan's body, as well as the sound of her own heartbeat accelerating due to nervousness...

"That is the manifestation of your own lightning power, not a side road."

Xiuyuan's voice sounded calmly, answering Xuefeng's questions.

“Meditation will reflect the practitioner’s own characteristics. Just let it flow naturally without forcing it to be consistent.”

"Oh, I see!"

Shuicheng Xuefeng suddenly realized, and then puffed out his chest with some pride.

"I told you! My meditation results are definitely different from others!"

Katsura Yanye listened quietly at the side, and waited until Xuefeng finished asking before speaking softly:

"Teacher, when I was visualizing, the Dharma image felt very clear, but it seemed too... calm. It lacked the demon-subduing power you described. Is this normal?"

"When the mind is calm, the relationship is stable; when the mind is upright, authority arises."

Xiu Yuan looked at Gui Yanye:

"Your mind is calm, which is an advantage. Your power is not achieved overnight. As your understanding of Buddhism deepens and your control over your own power strengthens, it will naturally manifest."

"Yes, students understand."

Katsura Yanye nodded respectfully.

While Xiu Yuan was patiently answering the two girls' questions, Mizuki Shiranui under the desk, after the initial panic, began to feel a strange sense of excitement quietly spread.

Listening to her daughter talking about spiritual practice with the man she longed for just a few feet away, while she herself was hiding under the table in such an unbearable posture, the strong contrast made her cheeks hot and her breathing became a little rapid.

She raised her head cautiously and looked up through the gap under the table, just in time to see Xiuyuan looking down in her direction with a calm gaze, as if he had already seen through everything.

The moment their eyes met, even though there was a table between them, Shiranui felt a surge of heat rushing to his head.

Shame, fear, excitement...all kinds of emotions intertwined.

Looking at Xiu Yuan's handsome and calm face and feeling the steady aura emanating from him, an extremely bold, even crazy idea, uncontrollably emerged in her mind.

Xiu Yuan, who was explaining to Gui Yanye, paused almost imperceptibly and his Adam's apple rolled slightly.

The unusual movement under the table made him raise his eyebrows slightly, but his face remained calm.

Mizuki Shiranui, this married woman, was even bolder than he had expected.

However, this small scene was not a challenge for him.

As a qualified charlatan, maintaining superficial calmness and composure has long been a basic skill ingrained in one's bones.

"...power is not achieved overnight,"

There was no sound unusual in Xiuyuan's voice as he continued to explain to Gui Yanye.

"As your understanding of the Dharma deepens and your control over your own power grows, 4.6 will naturally manifest."

"Yes, students understand."

Gui Yanye nodded respectfully, as if thinking about something.

Shuicheng Xuefeng looked at this and that. Although he didn't understand much, he felt that it looked very impressive and nodded vigorously.

"Yeah! I'll work on improving my power control!"

Xiu Yuan looked at the two girls' serious expressions, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"Okay, that's all for today. I have some insights and need to sit quietly for a while. You guys go back first and remember to practice diligently."

"is teacher!"

Mizuki Yukikaze immediately stood up and pulled Gui Yanye.

"Come on, Kotonoha, let's go back and practice visualization! Next time I'm sure I can visualize it more clearly than you!"

Gui Yanye looked at her helplessly and saluted Xiuyuan again:

"goodbye teacher."

"Close the door."

Xiuyuan added.

"okay!"

Mizuki Yukikaze responded straightforwardly, pulled Katsura Yanye out of the office, and closed the door.

The office suddenly became quiet, with only the sound of breathing being heard.

When Mizuki Shiranui heard the door closing and the sound of footsteps receding, her tense body relaxed a little. Just as she was about to stick her head out from under the table, a hand pressed down on her head neither lightly nor heavily, pushing her down again.

Xiu Yuan's calm voice came from above, with a hint of amusement:

"Madam Shuicheng, your training isn't over yet, what's the rush?"

Chapter 87: Dark Bible? Twin Sisters

On the desk, Mizuki Shiranui slumped with a dazed look in her eyes, as if she was still immersed in the extreme experience just now and had not yet fully recovered.

The air was filled with a strong aroma, which mixed with the original bookish atmosphere of the office and seemed particularly abrupt.

Xiuyuan straightened his moon-white monk robe, leaving not even a wrinkle on the corners, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him.

He glanced at the woman at the table, his expression calm, as if he were looking at an item that needed to be put away.

At this moment, the cell phone in his pocket vibrated, breaking the silence in the room.

Xiuyuan took out his cell phone and looked at the caller ID: Ashaji.

He answered the call casually. There was nothing unusual in the voice, as steady as ever.

"Principal Ashaji."

Ashaji's slightly serious voice came from the other end of the phone, with a hint of imperceptible urgency:

"Master Xiuyuan, would you please come to my office right now? I have something very important to discuss with you."

"Okay, wait a moment."

Xiuyuan agreed and hung up the phone.

He looked at Mizuki Shiranui who was still in a daze, snapped his fingers, and a faint ray of Buddha's light sank into her brow.