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

On the other side, in a hidden high-end restaurant somewhere in Tokyo, the lights are dim and the air is filled with the aroma of expensive sake and exquisite food.

Through the shoji door painted with mountains and rivers, the sound of stringed instruments could be faintly heard.

In the box, several middle-aged men in suits and ties with ruddy complexions sat around a low table, with a geisha in gorgeous kimono and exquisite makeup kneeling beside them to serve them, pouring wine and serving them food.

They are the gears in the country's operating system, but at this moment they have put aside their usual reserve.

"Tanaka-san, another drink."

A man with slightly thinning hair and wearing gold-rimmed glasses raised his glass, and the geisha next to him quickly filled it for him.

"Minister Sato, please drink slowly."

The man called Tanaka was slightly fat. He smacked his lips, put down the small wine cup in his hand, and had a look of drunkenness and dissatisfaction on his face.

"Speaking of which, that monk named Xiu Yuan is really becoming more and more outrageous."

"Oh? What makes you say that, Tanaka-san?"

Another official with a slightly sagging jawline asked, his hand resting inappropriately on the thigh of the geisha next to him, causing the woman to giggle.

Tanaka snorted, picked up his chopsticks and poked the sashimi on the plate:

"He's caused such a commotion, and now the whole city is talking about that 'Lotus God.' But does he even know the rules? Huh? He didn't even say hello to us officials, let alone show any appreciation. He's really clueless!"

Minister Sato put down his wine glass, tapped the table with his fingers, and narrowed his eyes behind his glasses:

"Tanaka-san is right. Individuals with extraordinary powers like these are the most destabilizing factor. Look at those Taimanin, don't they also have to accept login management and obey orders? This is order, this is the rule!"

"That's right, that's right,"

Suzuki agreed, his hands moving more boldly.

"Even if a monk possesses some unorthodox abilities, can he escape the clutches of the empire? I think we should forcibly protect him and study him thoroughly, or even make him our own."

"Research? I think his golden glow is quite intimidating."

Tanaka pouted.

"But it's just some deception, right? If we really come to blows, I don't believe we can't penetrate his indestructible body with a few specially made armor-piercing bullets!"

He seemed very satisfied with his idea and laughed triumphantly, causing the geisha next to him to smile as well.

Minister Sato is clearly more cautious, but also agrees that control is necessary:

"Power must be caged. Either harness it for my own benefit, or...eliminate it completely. If left unchecked, it will sooner or later become a disaster."

After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

Several officials began to feel tongue-tied and spoke more and more without restraint.

Minister Sato put his arm around the geisha next to him and kissed her on the face, which caused her to grumble.

Suzuki had already put his hand into the kimono of another geisha, causing her face to turn red, but she did not dare to resist.

Tanaka acted even more disgraceful, stuffing food into his mouth while mumbling about how he had dealt with a disobedient entrepreneur.

"That monk...hiccup...wait until we're free, he'll be in big trouble!"

Tanaka yelled drunkenly, grabbing the bottle with one hand and pouring it directly into his mouth.

"Let him know...who is...in charge!"

Inside the box, the smell of alcohol, perfume and a lewd atmosphere mixed together.

The officials behaved in an unruly and ugly manner, and seemed to have completely forgotten the monk they were talking about who possessed the power of gods and Buddhas and needed to be bound by "rules".

The sound of stringed instruments outside the shoji door was still melodious, covering up all the filth and stupidity in the room.

Kiryu Samato watched this absurd scene through the surveillance camera.

When they are drunk, the alcohol easily peels off their usual sanctimonious disguise, exposing their greedy, stupid and lustful nature.

?Zomadou raised his lips in sarcasm.

"The monk?"

Minister Tanaka, the middle-aged man with a Mediterranean hairstyle, had a tangled tongue and the smell of alcohol mixed with the taste of sashimi residue was coming out of his mouth.

"Let him know who is the real...rules of Gokanomachi!"

?He waved his arms, and his fat fingers almost poked the face of the geisha next to him, making her pale, but she didn't dare to avoid it and could only force a smile.

?Other officials joined in the commotion, with foul language mixed with obscene laughter.

A trace of disgust flashed in Somadou's eyes. These idiots were almost losing their value even to being used by (King Nuo).

?However, they still have one last use at the moment, and they are perfect as chess pieces to test the depth of the Lotus Monk.

?He wanted to use these idiots to provoke the unfathomable monk and make him reveal more flaws.

"Forced protection? Research?"

?Zomadou sneered in his heart. The thinking of this group of bureaucrats always stayed at the level of using power to suppress everything. They simply did not understand that for forces that were truly beyond their control, coercive measures would only backfire.

?Xiuyuan, that monk, is definitely not someone who can be bound by worldly rules.

?The power in him, the life energy that transcends common sense, is what Samadou truly desires.

He wanted to analyze, control, and incorporate that miraculous power into the scientific system.

?As for these officials, their arrogance and stupidity could just become the catalyst for his plan.

?Let them test Xiu Yuan's bottom line, let them offend the majesty of the holy monk, and then he can sit on the mountain and watch the fight between the tigers, waiting for the best opportunity.

Samato turned around and quietly left the shadow of the box, blending into the dim corridor of the restaurant.

?He had already prepared an elaborate script for this group of officials and the Lotus Monk.

In his eyes, a great monk like Xiuyuan must be a kind-hearted person.

However, in this world, good people deserve to be pointed at with guns and are the easiest to be manipulated!

Next, we just wait for the show to begin.

Chapter 109: Kitami Rika: I want to conquer this monk!

The Student Union Office was bustling with activity.

Rika Shiraki stood at the table, methodically assigning tasks in preparation for meeting that special "Buddhist teacher."

The air was filled with tension.

Ribbons, flowers, and some decorations with obvious religious overtones were piled in the corner.

"Hang the banner higher, yes, and pay attention to symmetry."

Rika Shiraki's voice was gentle and clear, and her long golden hair swayed gently with her movements.

She looked at the busy student union members in front of her, but her heart was not as calm as she appeared.

Kaori Saeki is a completely different story.

She moved among the crowd with energy and enthusiasm that was almost abnormal.

"President, I think we should place a lotus seat at the door! And light some sandalwood!"

Kaori held a stack of design drawings and approached Shiraki Rika with shining eyes.

"Also, we should all call you 'Master Xiuyuan' instead of 'Teacher'. This shows our respect!"

"Kaori-san, aren't these decorations too..."

Rika Shiraki felt a headache as she looked at the design drawing of a huge golden lotus throne.

“That’s not an exaggeration at all!”

Kaori interrupted her, her tone filled with unquestionable piety.

"That's the Buddha walking among men! We must show the highest standards!"

She even personally adjusted the position of a flower basket, muttering something, as if she was preparing for some kind of ceremony.

The student council members around looked at each other, obviously feeling a little overwhelmed by Kaori's enthusiasm.

In the corner, Mizunase Taki was fidgeting, pretending to sort documents, but in fact his fingers were unconsciously stroking the outline of the hardcover book in his trouser pocket.

That book 963 was like a red-hot iron, burning him and making him feel flustered.

His gaze drifted to Shiraki Rika from time to time, and his throat felt a little dry as he looked at her commanding profile.

The spells in the magic book crawled in his mind like worms, tempting him.

Just a little bit would make this perfect student council president fall in love with him... The thought made his heart beat wildly.

But when Duoxi thought of the upcoming great monk, he felt like he was poured with a bucket of cold water.

He could almost feel that those calm eyes had penetrated the wall, seen the darkest corner of his heart, and saw the forbidden book in his pocket.

No, absolutely not!

If he dared to use magic today, the monk would definitely find out!

Maybe some Buddhist teachings will be bestowed upon him on the spot to purify him!

Duoxi shuddered and her face turned even paler.

He secretly glanced at the energetic Kaori Saeki, and felt even more uneasy.

Kaori is so crazy about magic, and now she worships that monk so much. If he knew that I was hiding a book of black magic and wanted to attack the president... He didn't dare to think about it anymore.

"Mizunase-san, could you please copy these welcome words onto the poster?"

Shiraki Rika's voice suddenly rang out.

"Huh? Oh, okay, okay!"

Duoxi was startled and almost dropped the documents in her hand. She hurriedly took the pen and paper, lowered her head and dared not look at her, for fear that her thoughts would be seen through.

The hand holding the pen was shaking slightly, and even the few words he wrote were crooked.

Kitami Reika was in the health room at the moment. The air was filled with a faint smell of disinfectant, but it could not cover up a sweet fragrance that emanated from the shivering female student under her.

She had just assaulted this female student.

Rather than calling it an invasion, it would be more accurate to say that it was Kitami Reika's unilateral plunder and charity.

Ever since she signed a contract with the devil, she has possessed this androgynous body, and her power has expanded accordingly, but the price is that she must constantly sacrifice virgins in order to survive.

The girl under him had empty eyes, like a doll without a soul, and her body's reaction was completely out of instinct and submission controlled by magic.

Kitami Rika has long been accustomed to this and is even a little tired of it.

This one-sided sadism is far less interesting than watching the prey struggle in fear and despair.

She ended the "treatment" rudely, and casually adjusted her white coat. Her fascinating androgynous features quickly disappeared, and she turned back into the gentle, amiable, and harmless health room teacher.

"Okay, go back to class and remember to take your medicine on time."

She instructed in her usual gentle tone, her voice carrying a strange magic that erased the girl's memory of what had just happened, leaving only a vague sense of comfort and dependence on her teacher.

The female student stood up like a puppet, straightened her messy school uniform, bowed to Kitami Reika, and left the health room with a confused look in her eyes.

The moment the door closed, the gentle smile on Kitami Rika's face immediately disappeared, replaced by a hint of cold irritation.

She walked to the window, parted the blinds, and looked outside.

The students' union was busy as hell, hanging banners and arranging flower baskets. The atmosphere was even more grand than welcoming a member of the royal family.

Humph, Xiuyuan...that monk.

Kitami Reika narrowed her eyes. A golden dragon destroying its enemies? She scoffed.

In her opinion, it was just some powerful energy utilization technique, perhaps mixed with some mind control tricks.

But it is undeniable that the power is very pure and troublesome, which is completely opposite to her filthy power obtained by relying on the devil's contract, and is a natural nemesis.

She could sense that her "believers" hiding in the dark on campus were also becoming restless.

Those students who were controlled by her magic and desire felt fear instinctively when faced with the brilliant Buddha light.

No, nothing can go wrong at this critical juncture.

May Day was drawing near, and she had her sights set on some good vessels, and she must not let that monk ruin them.

Kitami Reika's eyes flickered slightly, and her fingertips tapped lightly on the windowsill a few times. A barely perceptible black ripple spread out from her, silently conveying her command: