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

The more the authorities suppress it, the more curious and rebellious people become.

Entries such as "Lotus blossoms at every step", "Golden Dragon Monk", and "Tokyo Great Buddha" are like whack-a-mole. As soon as they are blocked, they reappear in a new way, and their popularity increases instead of decreasing.

For a time, searching for the "Lotus Monk" became the hottest topic on the Internet in Tokyo and even in the entire daily life.

Countless people bowed down in worship and prayed devoutly to those blurry video screenshots. Although most people didn't even know Xiu Yuan's name, this didn't stop them from pinning all kinds of beautiful imaginations and strong wishes on the figure with golden lotus feet and golden dragon body.

These spontaneous and huge thoughts of faith, like invisible streams, crossed the space and flowed into Xiuyuan's sea of ​​consciousness.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the golden body of incense, which had already taken shape, was vibrating slightly.

Countless mixed thoughts, some praying for peace, some longing for wealth, some cursing the enemy, some simply curious, and even some filled with fear and doubt, came like a tide, impacting the golden body.

The solemn face in the center of the golden body was exactly the same as Xiu Yuan's, with an indifferent look in his eyes, as if he didn't care about all this.

The angry face on the left frowned slightly, and an invisible majesty emanated, directly shattering those obviously malicious thoughts.

The compassionate face on the right reveals a hint of pity, and a soft light shines down, soothing those pure fears and anxieties.

The instruments on the six arms each operated. The vajra vibrated, shattering the negative emotions mixed in with faith.

The vajra bell shakes gently, emitting a clear and wonderful sound, cleansing away distracting thoughts; the nectar in the skull vessel flows, transforming some paranoid desires into relatively pure energy; the Dharma wheel rotates, accelerating the filtering and purification process; the jewels and lotus emit pure light, guiding the relatively pure and benevolent power of faith.

After being processed by the complex "filtering system" of the incense and golden body, the mottled and chaotic faith and thoughts are peeled off layer by layer, and most of the impurities and negative emotions are borne and eliminated by the golden body, and only the purest and most original wish power is extracted.

These pure wishes are like golden sand, slowly gathering and gradually condensing at the center of the eyebrows of the golden body of incense.

At first it was just a tiny dot of light. As more and more pure willpower poured in, the light became brighter and more solid, and finally turned into a golden relic about the size of a fingernail, crystal clear, and emitting a soft precious light.

This is the vow-power relic, which is completely condensed from the pure vows of all living beings, without any impurities, and is an extremely rare resource for spiritual practice.

Xiuyuan could clearly sense all of this.

The turmoil in the outside world, the government's predicament, and the people's fanatical worship eventually turned into this small but energy-rich relic of vows in his sea of ​​consciousness.

In a short period of time, tens of thousands of shallow believers appeared out of nowhere. Although the quality of their faith was not high, the total amount of incense and vows they provided was considerable due to the large base.

It was worth it for him to show off his prowess in public this time.

At the same time, in the luxurious office of Takayanagi Corporation, Takayanagi Sumie was staring blankly at the holographic projection in front of him.

The video that had caused a huge uproar on the internet was played repeatedly on the screen: a young monk descended from the void with his feet on a golden lotus, Buddha's light shone all over his body, and in the blink of an eye, a golden dragon danced, turning the militants and mechanical spiders into ashes.

Chengjiang's breathing became rapid, and an abnormal flush appeared on her delicate face. Her legs under the desk couldn't help but rub against each other gently, and the hem of her silk skirt made a slight rustling sound.

The devastating power in the video overlapped with the scene of a certain night deep in her memory.

That night at the Takayanagi family, the young monk was just as calm, yet he brought with him an irresistible majesty and power, easily controlling the fate of everyone, including herself.

At that time, he only thought that he was unfathomable and his methods were inhuman, but now, watching him perform miracles under the attention of the public, the last trace of doubt in Chengjiang's heart completely disappeared.

That wasn't the power of a mortal, absolutely not! It was the might of gods and Buddhas! The succubus bloodline infused into her body seemed to stir beneath the vast Buddha light, not with fear, but with a submission and longing that came from the depths of her soul.

He is the god walking in the world!

An idea struck her like lightning.

When gods and Buddhas come to the world, how should we serve them?

What kind of piety should be offered?

His eyes subconsciously drifted to the photo of his daughter on the desk.

Xun...her daughter, Takayanagi Xun! Chengjiang's eyes flashed with fanaticism.

She stood up suddenly, and the chair slid back a long way, making a harsh friction sound.

The secretary heard the commotion outside and was about to ask when Cheng Jiang grabbed his car keys and rushed out like a gust of wind, leaving only a single sentence: "All afternoon arrangements are cancelled!"

The sports car engine roared, and Chengjiang almost ran a red light to get home.

Takayanagi Xun, who was watching TV in the living room, was startled by her mother's sudden intrusion and anxious look.

"Mom? Why are you…"

"Xun, come on, come with me!" Chengjiang took his daughter's hand and walked out without saying anything, his tone filled with unquestionable urgency.

"Where are you going? Mom, slow down!"

Takayanagi Xun staggered and was dragged, completely confused about the situation.

Without any explanation, Chengjiang stuffed his daughter into the car and drove to a high-end store specializing in traditional clothing.

She had a clear goal and headed straight for the shrine maiden costume area.

"This one, and this one, and this one... all made of the best material."

"Mom, what are you buying these for?"

Takayanagi Xun looked at the solemn and unfamiliar costumes with confusion on his face.

"I'm not a shrine maiden."

"You will be in the future."

Chengjiang looked at his daughter with burning eyes, and reached out to touch the brand new shrine maiden costume, as if he was touching something sacred.

"Kaoru, you get to serve a true god. It's a great honor."

Gao Liuxun opened his mouth, looking at the almost fanatical light in his mother's eyes, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

God? Serve? What happened to my mother today?

She watched her mother carefully examine every detail of the shrine maiden's costume, confirming the fine stitching and the high-quality fabric. Her serious look was a hundred times more focused than when she was choosing an evening gown for herself.

Chengjiang's idea took shape the moment he saw the video and quickly became unwavering.

Her daughter Xun is not qualified to become a Mingfei, so she can serve Shuyuan by becoming a shrine maiden.

Yes, become a shrine maiden.

In the traditional concept of daily life, the shrine maiden is the existence that connects humans and gods and is the servant of gods.

Their duty is to please the gods with their body and mind in exchange for their protection and blessings.

As for the specific way to please... Chengjiang's cheeks were slightly hot, but his eyes were even hotter.

It was a divine union, the highest glory conceivable to mortals.

She carefully selected every part of the shrine maiden's costume.

She bought Chihaya, the scarlet hakama, the white tabi, the red-buttoned straw sandals, the white sandalwood paper for tying up the hair, and even the Kagura bell used in the Kagura dance, all in pursuit of perfection.

Takayanagi Kaoru stood in front of the mirror, letting her mother do whatever she wanted.

She looked at the unfamiliar self in the mirror, wearing white clothes and scarlet hakama, with her long hair meticulously tied up with white sandalwood paper. She looked solemn yet with a somewhat unreal sense of distance.

The fabric of the clothes had a strange feel, a ritualistic quality that made her feel uneasy.

"Mom, this dress... is so weird."

Xun muttered softly and tried to twist her body, but Chengjiang held her shoulders.

"Don't move."

Chengjiang's voice was filled with an unprecedented seriousness. She walked around her daughter, examining every detail with sharp eyes, as if she was examining the most perfect sacrifice to be offered to the gods.

"The neckline needs to be adjusted, and the belt isn't tight enough to show off the curves..."

As she spoke, she began to adjust it, her fingers touching her daughter's waist with a bit of force.

"Mom, you hurt me..."

Xun couldn't help but complain.

"What's this little pain?"

Chengjiang didn't even raise his head.

"¨. Being able to serve that master is a blessing you've earned through several lifetimes. Xun, you must learn to be grateful."

Her tone was fanatical and devout.

Chengjiang was finally satisfied.

The daughter in the mirror is pure and gentle. Her white dress and red hakama make her look like a sacred girl walking down from a shrine mural, perfectly fitting the image of a shrine maiden in her mind.

She gently stroked her daughter's long hair, with an almost obsessed smile on her lips.

"Very good, Kaoru, you look absolutely perfect now."

After dressing up his daughter, Takayanagi Sumie immediately took Takayanagi Xun back to the villa.

Takayanagi Kaoru was still wearing her brand new shrine maiden costume. The white dress and red hakama made her look pure and charming, but it also made her feel uncomfortable all over and she didn't know where to put her hands and feet.

"Mom, what are we going to do? This dress..."

Xun complained softly, trying to pull at his overly stiff sleeves.

"Stand still."

Chengjiang's voice was calm, yet carried an unquestionable majesty.

She walked around her daughter, examining every detail with the eyes of the most discerning craftsman.

"From today on, you must learn how to become a qualified miko and serve that master."

"Serving... that lord?"

Xun was even more confused.

"Is it Brother Xiuyuan?"

Cheng Jiang stopped and looked directly into his daughter's eyes, his gaze burning frighteningly:

"Yes, He is the true God walking among men, the Master you will serve."

Chengjiang didn't give her much time to think and started teaching directly.

"As a shrine maiden serving the gods, the first thing you must learn is humility and obedience. Your body, your heart, everything you are will belong to the gods."

She walked up to Xun and demonstrated it herself.

"Kneel down."

Xun was a little hesitant, but under her mother's stern gaze, she followed her mother's instructions and slowly knelt on the smooth floor, her scarlet hakama spread out.

"wrong."

Chengjiang frowned.

"Keep your head down, your back straight, and your hands on your knees, palms down. This is not a request, it's an offering."

She reached out and pressed the back of Xun's neck, forcing her to lower her head and adjust her posture.

"Remember this gesture. This is the most basic etiquette when facing your master."

Next, Chengjiang began to teach more specific details.

How to walk with a light gait yet dignified, how to add tea or water to appear gentle and graceful, how to maintain appropriate silence and concentration when the host is speaking, even the movement of eyes and the curvature of the mouth corners have strict requirements.

Chengjiang not only passed on the knowledge orally, but also unconsciously radiated the power of her succubus-derived bloodline.

Every movement and every look of hers carried an invisible allure, as if she was showing Xun the ultimate art of pleasing him.

Xun felt awkward and resistant at first, but gradually, under the influence of her mother's strange aura, her eyes began to become confused, and her body unconsciously imitated her mother's movements, as if those requirements were being engraved into her instincts bit by bit.

Chengjiang watched his daughter gradually get into the mood, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

She knew this was just the beginning. The true path of "serving" was far more than this.

She wanted to pass on to her daughter all the knowledge about pleasing men that she had learned from the head of the Takayanagi family and that her succubus bloodline had given her, without reservation.

In front of her, Xun was like a piece of unpolished jade waiting to be carved, or a lamb being tamed, weak and obedient.

"Very good, Kaoru."

Chengjiang's voice softened a little.

"Keep practicing. When the temple is built, Mom will personally bring you to the master. You must become his most perfect servant."

Takayanagi Xun lowered her head, her long eyelashes trembling slightly. She did not respond, but just practiced the kneeling posture she had just learned more attentively, as if that was the only thing she could do at the moment.

The only sounds in the living room were the subtle rustling of fabrics and Chengjiang's increasingly in-depth teaching.

Chapter 104: Kiryu Samadou's covetousness!