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

She looked up at Xiu Yuan, then looked around at the students who were eagerly waiting for the next step, and bit her lower lip lightly.

According to convention, the principal and several key leaders should have appeared at this time to formally welcome the new teacher on behalf of the school.

But now, apart from their student union members and the students who gathered around to watch, there was not even a shadow of a school leader.

What Shiraki Rika didn't know was that those so-called school leaders had all been turned into devil followers by Kitami Rika. Now that Xiuyuan had caused this scene, they dared not appear in front of Xiuyuan.

She calmed herself down, put away her phone, walked up to Xiu Yuan, bowed slightly, and spoke apologetically, but with careful words:

"Master Xiuyuan, I'm deeply sorry. I've just been notified that the principal and his colleagues have urgent business to attend to and are unable to personally greet you. They've entrusted me to extend the school's sincerest welcome and apologies, and to arrange your further travel arrangements."

When Saeki Kaori heard this, she immediately pricked up her ears, and the happy glow on her face was instantly replaced by dissatisfaction.

She suddenly raised her head and glared in the direction of the teaching building. A trace of anger flashed in her golden eyes. She subconsciously wanted to scold him, but when she saw Xiu Yuan's calm profile, she swallowed her words back and just snorted in dissatisfaction and muttered softly:

"What urgent business? I think it's rude! The master's visit, what could be more important than this..."

Xiuyuan seemed not to hear Kaori's complaint, nor did he care about the cautious tone in Shiraki Rika's voice.

He calmly glanced at a window on the upper floor of the teaching building, where an unfriendly gaze seemed to have flashed just now.

He nodded slightly, his tone calm: "It's okay."

These two simple words made Shiraki Rika breathe a sigh of relief.

She could feel that the master didn't seem to care about these worldly etiquette.

"Well, Master,"

Shiraki Rika turned sideways, made a guiding gesture, and her attitude became more respectful.

"According to the arrangement, your first Buddhist instruction class today will be held in the auditorium. Please follow me."

Xiuyuan nodded and walked forward. Shiraki Rika followed closely behind, holding the golden lotus, trying hard to maintain the demeanor of a student council president.

Saeki Kaori immediately put away her dissatisfaction and followed Xiuyuan like a loyal guard, watching her master's back with sparkling eyes, as if she could walk towards the supreme light by following him.

Chapter 111: Jump close to the face, open the box, Mizunase Taki!

Mizunase Taki felt like she was about to suffocate.

He was half-dragged and half-pulled into the school auditorium by his childhood sweetheart, Imari Kurumi, surrounded by a bustling crowd and an excited buzz.

Kurumi's grip on his arm was strong, and it was obvious that she was full of expectations for this legendary "Buddhist teacher". Mizunase only felt that the hardcover book in his trouser pocket was getting heavier and hotter, as if it had a life and could be exposed to everyone at any time.

"Hu Tao, do we really have to come? I have things to do at the Art Club..."

Mizunase tried to make a final struggle, but his voice seemed insignificant amid the noisy crowd.

"Stop rambling, Duoxi! This is the Lotus Monk's class! It's such a rare opportunity to witness the performer of a miracle with your own eyes!"

Imari Kurumi didn't listen at all, but pushed him forward even closer, with an unquestionable seriousness on her face.

"Besides, the student union has already sent out a notice that all club activities this afternoon are suspended. Everyone should come to the lecture."

Mizunase was squeezed all over the place, and several times he felt that the book in his pocket was going to fall out. He was so scared that he quickly held it down with his hands, and his face became even paler.

He felt like he had sneaked into the security checkpoint with a bomb and could be torn to pieces at any time.

At this moment, there was a commotion at the back entrance of the auditorium. The originally noisy crowd suddenly quieted down, and all eyes were cast in that direction.

Xiu Yuan walked in slowly, surrounded by the student council president Shiraki Rika and the enthusiastic-looking Saeki Kaori.

He was still wearing a simple monk-gray uniform, walking calmly with a calm expression, as if the bustling crowd around him had nothing to do with him.

However, when his eyes swept across the crowded crowd, Mizunase Taki felt his heart suddenly skip a beat.

That gaze was calm, yet it seemed to possess a penetrating power, landing squarely on him, even lingering for a fraction of a second in his trouser pocket. Was it an illusion?

It must be an illusion! Mizunase tried to tell himself, but cold sweat soaked his back.

Xiuyuan understood clearly that he had found his goal.

The magic book that exuded an ominous aura was indeed in the possession of this boy who looked a little timid.

Interestingly, even with his divine eyes, he could only vaguely sense a sense of incongruity, and the aura of the book itself was well concealed. It seemed that this black magic book did have some tricks.

He withdrew his gaze and no longer paid attention to Mizunase, as if it was just a casual glance.

Rika Shiraki stood at the side of the podium, her long golden hair neatly combed. She worked hard to maintain order at the scene, constantly reminding the overly excited students in a gentle but firm voice to keep quiet and not to crowd the aisle.

Kaori Saeki stood on the other side of the podium, like the most loyal protector, looking at Xiuyuan with shining eyes. Any student who tried to get too close would be "persuaded to retreat" by her eyes.

Xiu Yuan walked to the center of the podium, facing the dark crowd below. The entire auditorium was silent, and thousands of eyes were focused on him, filled with curiosity, awe, admiration, and various complex emotions.

He clasped his hands together, nodded slightly, and his calm voice spread to every corner of the auditorium:

"Good afternoon, students. I, Xiuyuan, will be your instructor for the Buddhist elective course starting today."

The simple opening remarks carry a calming power.

Mizunase Taki huddled in his seat, feeling like a prisoner about to be publicly executed, even breathing cautiously.

Imari Kurumi listened attentively, nudging him with his elbow from time to time, signaling him to listen carefully.

Xiuyuan stood in the center of the podium, his eyes calmly sweeping over the densely packed students below.

Thousands of eyes in the auditorium were focused on him, filled with awe, curiosity, enthusiasm, and all kinds of emotions.

He came here with a clear goal.

The devil contractor Kitami Reika hiding in the health room is indeed a walking evil and must be eradicated.

But these youthful students in front of him are also rare resources in his eyes.

By converting them into devout believers, he will be able to continuously harvest incense and vows in the future to nourish his increasingly solid golden body.

When the Dharma Eye opens, the scene before your eyes changes instantly.

Except for a few students like Shiraki Rika and Saeki Kaori who had pure hearts or had been initially "enlightened" by him, a considerable number of students were surrounded by a faint, almost imperceptible gray-black mist.

The mist carried the same cold and decayed smell as Kitami Reika, clearly a sign of long-term erosion and influence by demonic forces.

Some are only slightly stained, while others have penetrated deep into the spirit, leaving subtle stains at the soul level.

Xiu Yuan's reaction didn't occur immediately. Purifying it on the spot would have been simple, but it would have alerted the enemy and also lost his prestige as a high-ranking monk who "saved all living beings."

More importantly, these polluted students can also be converted into believers as long as they are guided properly.

First cleanse them with the Dharma, and then slowly draw them away from the potential influence of demons and bring them to your side. Isn't that wonderful? Kill two birds with one stone.

With a slight shift of his mind, the system panel unfolded in his consciousness. The remaining merit points were clearly visible, accumulated from several previous actions. Without hesitation, he focused his attention on the "Lotus Tongue" item on the list of magical powers.

[Exchange for magical power: Lotus Tongue? Requires 30 Merit Points.]

【confirm. 】

A warm current surged in from the system and instantly merged into his soul and vocal cords.

Xiuyuan felt a little painful about the merit points consumed, but when he thought about the effect of the subsequent large-scale "preaching", this investment was definitely worthwhile.

With the blessing of "the lotus flower of tongue", the Buddhist teachings he expounds will be more infectious and persuasive, and can subtly influence the minds of the audience and plant the seeds of faith, with an efficiency far exceeding that of ordinary preaching.

All this was done in a flash.

Xiuyuan's face was still as calm as ever, as if he had just adjusted his breathing.

Xiuyuan stood at the center of the podium, his gaze calmly sweeping over the thousands of students below. The auditorium was utterly silent, all eyes focused on him, a mixture of awe, curiosity, and enthusiasm swirling.

He did not raise his voice, but just moved his lips slightly, and his clear and magnetic voice naturally spread to every corner of the auditorium, as if whispering in everyone's ear.

"Buddha said, life is full of suffering..."

Just from the first sentence, along with the operation of the magical power of "Lotus Tongue", incredible scenes began to happen.

A faint scent of sandalwood filled the air, elegant yet not pungent, instantly calming the somewhat restless atmosphere. Then, soft golden light gathered in the air above the auditorium, flickering like fireflies before slowly condensing into translucent golden lotus petals.

The lotus petals are light, as if weightless, and float down slowly with a warm halo.

"Look! Golden flowers!"

"It's a lotus! The same one as the one in front of the teaching building just now!"

"It smells so good..."

Exclamations rang out one after another, and students stretched out their hands, trying to catch this sacred gift.

Shiraki Rika stood at the side of the podium, the golden lotus in her hands seeming to resonate with the petals falling from the air, emitting an even warmer luster. She looked at Xiuyuan's profile, and her admiration for him deepened.

Kaori Saeki was a completely different scene. She clasped her hands tightly against her chest, her golden eyes burning with fanatical flames, and her lips moved silently, as if she was chanting along with Xiuyuan.

The golden lotus in her hand also shone brightly, almost covering her entire body.

Mizunase Taki huddled in his seat, feeling as if the sandalwood and golden light were directed at him. The magic book in his trouser pocket was restless, emitting a cold sense of resistance, which made him feel very uncomfortable and sweaty.

Imari Kurumi listened very attentively, and nudged him with his elbow from time to time, signaling him to listen carefully.

Golden lotus petals fell on the students, transforming into a warm current the moment they touched their skin. Most of the students felt refreshed, their minds cleared, and the fatigue from days of study washed away.

However, for those students whose minds have been long eroded and even controlled by Kitami Reika's demonic power, this pure Buddha power is nothing short of a powerful medicine.

"Uh……"

A girl sitting in the front row, whose eyes were originally a little dull, suddenly let out a painful groan. She hugged her head and her body began to tremble slightly.

Then, it was as if a fuse was lit.

"what!"

"What's going on... My head hurts!"

"I remember now... It's the infirmary... Kitami-sensei..."

More and more students, especially girls, showed expressions of pain and fear on their faces.

The confusion and resignation in their eyes quickly faded, replaced by fear, shame, and despair. Magically obscured and distorted memories flooded back like a tide: the ambiguous touches in the infirmary, the shameful acts they were forced to perform, the fragments of unconsciousness, the inexplicable physical discomfort after waking up, and the morbid dependence on Kitami-sensei.

Those details that had been deliberately forgotten were now sickeningly clear.

A girl suddenly stood up from her seat, tears welling up in her eyes. She pointed at Xiu Yuan on the podium and said in a shrill and desperate voice:

"Master! Save me! Please save me! That devil! Kitami-sensei is a devil!"

Her cry was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, instantly causing a thousand waves.

"Help!"

"Me too! She did something really bad to me!"

"Wow, wow, wow... I'm so scared..."

"Kill her! Kill that demon!"

For a moment, cries, screams, and calls for help filled the entire auditorium.

Dozens of female students who regained consciousness completely broke down emotionally. Some collapsed on the ground, some cried hysterically, and some pointed towards the health room with hatred.

This sudden change shocked all the unaffected students. They looked blankly at their classmates who were crying bitterly, completely unable to understand what was happening.

Shiraki Rika's face turned pale. She had never expected this to happen. She subconsciously took a step forward, wanting to maintain order, but didn't know where to start.

The fanaticism on Saeki Kaori's face was replaced by astonishment. She looked at the crying classmates, and then at Xiuyuan who was still standing calmly on the podium. Her eyes were full of confusion and seeking instructions.

Mizunase Taki was so scared that he almost jumped up. He covered his pockets tightly, fearing that he would be involved in this chaos.

Imari Kurumi looked shocked and worried. She grabbed a crying girl next to her and tried to comfort her.

The entire auditorium was in chaos. Only Xiu Yuan, standing quietly in the center of the podium...

He stopped preaching and looked calmly at the commotion below caused by him. A trace of imperceptible satisfaction quietly slipped across the depths of his eyes.

"quiet."

Xiu Yuan's voice was not loud, it could even be said to be soft, but in the chaos of crying and screaming, it was like an invisible barrier that instantly covered the entire auditorium.

The voice seemed to have a strange magic that directly affected everyone's nerves. The restless crowd seemed to have pressed the pause button, the crying gradually subsided, the screaming stopped, and everyone subconsciously looked towards the podium.

The lingering sandalwood in the air seemed to have become stronger, and the golden lotus petals that had not yet completely dissipated in the air swirled gently, emitting a soothing glow.

Xiu Yuan's gaze calmly swept over the frightened students below, lingering for a moment in particular on the pale, trembling girls who had regained their memories. His tone remained steady, yet held an undeniable power:

"Don't panic, students. Just now, I was preaching, and the Buddha's light swept through, unintentionally lifting the evil spells that had engulfed some of you. Their emotions were losing control because their forgotten memories had revived, bringing back the pain of the abuse they suffered."

magic? Infringement?

These two words rang in the students' ears like thunder.