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

After understanding all this, Xiuyuan had a clearer understanding of what he was doing.

His Acalanatha form naturally restrains these evils and filth, and his merit system quantifies the act of "transmigration" into a tangible increase in power. In this world without the manifestation of gods and Buddhas, lacking effective means of purification, his very existence becomes an anomaly.

Every time you liberate the souls of the dead, you are not only fulfilling your "Buddhist duty" in a certain sense, but also accumulating merit for yourself and strengthening yourself.

Eliminating these resentful souls can not only gain merit, but also weaken the negative energy that can be used by the demon world, and at the same time gain the respect and dependence of believers.

You can achieve multiple things with one stone, why not?

Compared with traditional methods that require hard practice and accumulation of blessings, this direct way of purifying and gaining power is obviously more in line with the principles of cultivating karma.

The flaws of this world have become the perfect breeding ground for his rapid rise.

As for how to do it, the Buddhist and Taoist sages have all demonstrated it.

Thinking of this, the scriptures Xiuyuan recited became more profound.

At the same time, as the salvation was completed, the oppressive atmosphere in the mourning hall also dissipated.

Chapter 97: Saeki Kaori's service!

The ritual ended, the chanting of sutras died down, and the heavy, gloomy atmosphere in the mourning hall seemed to be washed away, leaving only the lingering scent of sandalwood and a sense of clarity like the sky after rain.

Misako Amemiya's tense back finally relaxed. She slowly opened her eyes, and her tear-stained face showed an unprecedented sense of relief.

She supported herself on the cushion with both hands, tried to stand up, and thanked Xiuyuan solemnly.

Perhaps it was because she had been kneeling for too long, or perhaps it was because she was exhausted after being mentally agitated, her knees softened and her body fell forward uncontrollably.

A hand quickly grasped her arm, holding her steady. It was Xiu Yuan.

"Grandmaster……"

Misako was still in shock, a blush on her cheeks. She quickly stood firm, took a half step back, and bowed deeply again.

"Excuse me, thank you, Master."

Xiuyuan withdrew his hand with a calm expression.

"Madam, please stand up."

Amemiko Amemiya, who was standing by, immediately came forward with a cup of warm tea and offered it with both hands.

"Master, thank you for your hard work. Please have some tea."

Her voice was sweet, but her eyes fell unconcealedly on Xiuyuan's arm as he supported his sister, then quickly slid across his calm face, and finally stopped on his fingers holding the rosary, with a barely perceptible heat flashing in her eyes.

Xiuyuan took the teacup but did not drink from it. He just put it on a small table beside him.

"It doesn't matter."

Later, Yumiko led Shuyuan to a quiet Japanese-style room next door.

"Master, please wait."

She quickly walked to the closet, took out a thick envelope, held it in both hands, and handed it respectfully to Xiuyuan.

"This is a small token of our gratitude to the Master for praying for my late husband's soul to rest in peace."

She was very humble and her tone was extremely sincere.

Xiuyuan glanced at the envelope, did not refuse, and calmly reached out to take it.

"Amitabha."

He casually put the envelope into his sleeve, his movements smooth and natural, as if he was just accepting an ordinary offering.

The payment and goods have been made, which is only natural.

Seeing him accept it, Yumiko was obviously relieved, but it didn't end there.

Seeing Xiuyuan about to turn and leave, she quickly stepped forward and mustered up the courage to speak:

"Master, please stay!"

Xiuyuan stopped and looked back at her.

"That... Master,"

Yue 21 Meizi clasped her hands in front of her, lowered her head slightly, and her voice was filled with a hint of deliberate shyness and tentativeness.

"I saw some information you posted online before...um, about baptism..."

She paused, raised her eyes and quickly glanced at Xiu Yuan. Seeing that he had no special reaction, she became bolder and her tone became more urgent and sincere:

"To be honest, I've been fascinated by Buddhism since I was young, but I've struggled to find the path. Seeing the Master's presence today has made me feel even more connected to the Buddha. I wonder... I wonder if Yumiko would be so kind as to ask the Master to perform a personal initiation and baptism for me...? Whatever offerings are required, Yumiko is willing to accept them."

She deliberately emphasized the word "alone", her eyes filled with undisguised expectation and some deeper desire, and her attitude was sincere to the point of being humble.

Xiu Yuan looked at her with calm eyes.

This woman's thoughts are so straightforward that it's almost ridiculous.

However, there is no reason to refuse something that comes to your door.

He nodded slightly: "Okay."

Then Xiuyuan walked away from the Amemiya family.

The gravel road made a slight sound under his feet, but he did not look back.

Sisters Amemiya Misako and Amemiko Etsumi stood side by side at the entrance, watching the figure in the moon-white monk robe gradually disappear into the distance.

The sunlight fell on Xiu Yuan's back, but it seemed to be isolated by the invisible indifference around him, and not a trace of warmth could penetrate.

It was not until Xiuyuan's figure completely disappeared around the corner that Yuemiko withdrew her gaze that was almost glued to him, and a hint of uncontrollable pride appeared at the corner of her mouth.

She leaned over and whispered to her sister, who was still a little dazed, in a voice that only the two of them could hear, with a hint of boasting and provocation:

"Sister, I just made an appointment with the master and asked him to give me a private initiation in a few days. It's a Tantric initiation. I heard that the whole ceremony is very special."

She deliberately dragged out the ending sounds of the words "alone" and "Tantra" in an ambiguous tone, glancing at her sister, observing her reaction.

Misako bit her lower lip hard, but ultimately said nothing. She just turned around and walked back into the house where the scent of sandalwood still lingered.

Xiu Yuan had no interest in the mental struggle between the two sisters behind him.

After leaving the Amemiya family, he did not walk far, but went straight to another single-family house with a completely different style not far away.

That was Saeki Kaori's home. He planned to look through the magic books collected by the cowherd to see if there was anything worth learning from them that might add to his own practice system, even if it was just some exotic ideas.

As soon as he reached the door and before he raised his hand to knock, Xiu Yuan felt a familiar fluctuation of spiritual power. It was the mark he left on Saeki Kaori being actively touched, conveying an urgent and submissive thought.

Obviously, she knew he was coming.

Xiu Yuan didn't hesitate and pushed open the half-closed door.

The scene before him made his eyebrows move slightly.

On the floor of the entrance, Kaori Saeki was kneeling there in an extremely pious posture.

Her forehead was pressed against the cold floor, and her long golden hair spread smoothly on her back, revealing her smooth spine.

The clothes were neatly folded beside them, as if they were some insignificant junk.

The whole picture exudes a strange sense of complete surrender.

When Xiuyuan saw this scene, his expression did not change at all.

"Get up." Xiu Yuan's voice was calm, as if he was ordering something very ordinary.

Hearing the instruction, Saeki Kaori raised her head obediently.

Her cheeks had a sickly blush, but her eyes were surprisingly bright, filled with fanatical worship and a sense of satisfaction that was almost like completing some sacred ritual.

She raised her hands high, palms up, holding a leather leash that looked of fine quality.

Xiuyuan's eyes fell on the rope, and then followed the rope to the source. It was a black collar tightly fastened around Saeki Kaori's slender neck. The silver metal buckle glowed coldly under the light.

The collar contrasts sharply with her fair skin, carrying a strong sense of confinement and belonging.

"Owner."

There was a hint of flattery in Saeki Kaori's voice.

"Kaori has been waiting here for a long time. As your ox and horse, I should behave like an ox and horse, so that the master can lead me for a walk at any time. Please inspect me, master."

She looked at Xiuyuan with burning eyes, as if what she was offering was not a rope, but her entire body, mind and soul, and she felt secretly proud of her "enlightenment".

Xiuyuan's eyebrows moved almost imperceptibly.

This woman was trained very thoroughly, which saved him a lot of effort.

The purpose of his trip was the magic book, and the extra performance of the cows and horses was just a roadside scenery.

He stretched out his hand, his fingertips touched the slightly cool leather rope, and he took it without hesitation and held it in his hand.

The feeling of starting is not heavy.

"very good."

Xiu Yuan uttered two words, which was considered as his approval of her preparations.

Then he turned and walked towards the stairs, where was the study where Saeki Kaori collected magic books.

Xiuyuan walked calmly, with his hand holding the rope hanging casually at his side.

There was a rustling sound behind me immediately.

Kaori Saeki did not get up, but used her hands and feet to crawl on the ground with a standard posture like a well-trained pet.

Her movements were not clumsy, but rather had a strange sense of coordination. Her knees and palms made regular friction sounds on the floor. She followed Xiu Yuan's footsteps closely. The collar on her neck swayed slightly with her movements, and the metal buckle occasionally made a slight clash sound.

She crawled at a fast pace, trying to keep up with Xiuyuan's pace. Her long golden hair swayed slightly on the floor with her movements.

Throughout the process, she kept her head down, not daring to look directly at her master's back, and only focused on keeping up with the rope that controlled everything about her.

Xiu Yuan stepped into the study and glanced casually.

The bookshelves were filled with various hardcover books or old books with yellowed pages, and the air was filled with the smell of old paper, leather and some kind of incense.

There were tarot card paintings and some symbolic totems of unknown meaning hanging on the wall, and crystal balls, astrology charts and several half-burned colored candles scattered on the table.

A typical room of an occult enthusiast, filled with mortals' childish imagination of supernatural powers.

He walked to the bookshelf and ran his fingertips over the rows of book spines.

"Lemenguetton", "Solomon's Little Key", "Book of the Dead"... the names sound intimidating, but most of them are just products of compilation, translation or even imagination by later generations, and do not contain real power fluctuations.

Xiuyuan casually pulled out a thick book with a hexagram pattern on the cover and opened it.

Inside was a hand-drawn, crooked summoning circle, with notes stating that it required "three drops of pure maiden's tears," "a midnight owl feather," and "sincere prayers."

He flipped through a few pages expressionlessly, and came across a "magic spell" that claimed to bring luck in love. The steps involved wrapping rose petals and one's hair with a red thread and burying it in the moonlight.

It's just nonsense.

Xiuyuan casually tossed the book back onto the shelf, making a slight "thump." Saeki Kaori, who was kneeling at his feet, immediately crept forward, picked up the book, and carefully put it back in its place, her movements as gentle as if she were polishing a rare treasure.

She lowered her head, her golden hair falling to cover her profile, but her piety and concentration were so evident that it seemed as if Xiu Yuan had not thrown away a useless piece of paper, but some divine revelation.

Xiuyuan picked up a few more books and flipped through them quickly.

Most of the content is similarly mystifying and speculative, filled with mortal delusions and superficial interpretations of the unknown.

However, among these huge amounts of useless information garbage, there are occasionally some scattered and incomplete fragments of extraordinary knowledge.

For example, a vague record of soul energy from an ancient civilization, a prototype of a simple hypnosis technique using mental power, or a few words about the energy properties of different dimensions.

This knowledge itself is not systematic and even contradictory, but to Xiuyuan, it is like gold flakes that occasionally flash among the sand.

He sat in the chair behind the desk, flipping through one book after another.

The speed was extremely fast, and the fingers turning the pages made a slight sound of wind.

Whenever he found valuable fragments of information, there was no ripple in his eyes. Instead, that information was like water flowing into the sea. It was instantly captured, analyzed, and absorbed by his enormous mental power, turning into a part of his knowledge reserve of the Dharma image of Acala, and becoming an insignificant nutrient for him to build his own power system.

Kaori Saeki knelt quietly beside her, her hands on her knees, her back straight.

She didn't dare to disturb her master from reading, but just focused on observing every subtle movement of Xiu Yuan.

After a while, she picked up the warm tea that had been prepared nearby and carefully handed it to Xiuyuan. Her movements were gentle and she didn't dare to make any sound.

Xiu Yuan didn't even raise his head, continued flipping through the book, and ignored the tea that was handed to him.

Kaori Saeki didn't care and continued to serve tea.