Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

As the night deepened outside the window and the pile of documents requiring approval grew ever higher, Mario, though somewhat reluctant to give up, had no choice but to tap the table, summon a subordinate, and lead Samael to a guest room to rest.

The person in charge of this task was an acquaintance from the coffee shop during the day, the fortress saintess Liz Byfi.

"Make sure you get along well, good luck!"

As they parted, the mischievous Mario couldn't resist a sly smile as he urged Samael to seize the opportunity, while also adding fuel to the fire for his sullen-faced subordinate.

"I warn you, I have already served my lord, so don't try anything funny with me!"

Forced into this role as a servant, Liz Byfi naturally didn't have a pleasant expression. After escaping her unscrupulous boss's sight, she pushed Samael into a corner, smashed a brick wall with her fist, and snorted threateningly.

"Ma'am, I'm just an employee. If you have a problem with this, you should go talk to Mario..."

Samael, who had been cornered against the wall, swallowed hard and smoothly shifted the blame.

Seeing that the man was so sensible, Liz Baife nodded with a light hum and said nothing more, focusing on leading the way. After several turns, she led Samael into the bedroom, reminding him before leaving.

"There is a piano and sheet music in the room. You have a day to familiarize yourself with it. Don't wander around at night. I live next door. If you need anything, just let me know. I will accompany you throughout the entire celebration."

After saying that, Liz Byf closed the door and turned to walk into the next room.

Accompanying? It's more accurate to call it a form of surveillance.

Samael sensed the chaotic breathing coming from next door, shook his head, and muttered to himself.

Mario, that kid, to climb to the position of cardinal, he's definitely not incompetent; at least he's got enough vigilance.

But if you're going to monitor someone, why are you provoking them for no reason?

Ancient Serpent silently mourned for Liz Byfi, who had been stuck with such an unscrupulous boss next door. He figured the knight commander, who was seething with anger, would definitely not sleep well tonight.

So, let me help you out.

Samael's lips curled into a slight smile of pleasure. He got up and walked to a piano in the room. His nimble fingers danced across the black and white keys.

The gentle piano music, like a light drizzle and a gentle breeze, seeped through the wall and reached the ears of a knight commander who remained vigilant across the way, making her eyelids grow heavier and sleepiness creep in.

Soon, the disordered breathing gradually calmed down, and even a slight snoring sound could be heard.

Having successfully sent the guard dog into a sweet dream, Samael nodded in satisfaction, then rose from the piano and began to trace patterns with his fingers.

As a drop of golden-red blood seeped from between his fingers and disappeared into the magic circle, a blurry figure emerged, gradually becoming clearer and more defined. Then, like a puppet on a string, he sat down at the piano, flipped through the sheet music, and continued playing.

At the same time, a shadowy figure silently slipped out the door and into the thick darkness of the night.

Let me look for it...

At this moment, having escaped Lizby's surveillance, Samael stood in a courtyard, looking around, searching for that familiar aura. His gaze settled on an inconspicuous pool of water, a faint interest appearing in his eyes.

It was hidden underground, that's interesting.

Immediately, having located the position, Samael jumped into the pool and carefully avoided the magic circles and guards along the way, stealthily making his way forward.

It must be said that, in light of the theft at the Tono residence, the Church has raised the level of protection for the Eucharist several notches.

Not only the two elites of the burial agency, but also the sword monk who was the Blood Ancestor, were guarding the checkpoints along the way.

However, for Samael, whose stealth skills were maxed out, it only took a little effort and posed no obstacle whatsoever.

Soon, the ancient serpent made its way through a maze to the underground chamber where it kept the last piece of its puzzle.

Through the narrow window, Samael could see an unnamed nun wearing a white headscarf and a black veil kneeling in the empty, secluded room, praying devoutly.

Clearly, as a precaution, the church also arranged for personnel to guard the final checkpoint.

Strangely, the platform in front of the nun, where the [Saint's Right Arm] should have been kept, was now empty.

The sensation is correct; the presence is clearly here. But where is my hand?

Samael looked around the empty secret room several times, but found nothing, and couldn't help but be surprised.

Just then, the ancient serpent noticed that, for some reason, the nameless nun kneeling in front of the platform had a flushed face, as if she were drunk, and was breathing heavily through her open mouth, muttering in a dreamlike voice.

As that graceful body writhed restlessly, Samael's gaze shifted downwards, and he couldn't help but see his own arm, encased in a crystal module, pressed tightly against that curvaceous body, being repeatedly rubbed against it.

In an instant, the legendary "Saint's Right Arm" squeezed into the loose nun's robe, transforming into various indescribable shapes.

At the same time, the suppressed murmurs gradually became clearer and louder, with a trembling tone that made people blush, echoing in Samael's ears.

"Welcome to my body. Please enjoy the pleasure I serve. Hehe...hehehehe...hehehehehehe...! Ah, it's too irresistible...I really want to make you my possession..."

"Ah... I'm expanding..."

"Oh, your blessings, your grace, please give me more...!"

At this moment, Samael, who witnessed all of this, turned as black as the bottom of a pot, his blood pressure soared, and he roared wildly in his heart.

Damn it, stop! What are you doing to my hands?!

If you've got the guts, come at me!

I caught a chill, have a stomachache and a cold, so I need to take a day off.

There's been a lot of rain lately, and the weather's been fluctuating between hot and cold. I wanted to write tonight, but I had a bit of a headache. I checked my temperature, and it was 37.3 degrees Celsius—a low-grade fever. My stomach also feels uncomfortable; it might be gastroenteritis. It feels a bit like the last time. I'll go get a shot, ask for a day off, and go to bed early.

I'll check on the recovery progress during the day before discussing updates. Sorry everyone.

Chapter 109 No Explicit Sexuality (4.3k)

"Ah, how could I... How shameful..."

After a moment of pleasure, the nun, now in a state of sagehood, held the sacred body encased in crystals in her hands, admiring it with affection. She then respectfully returned the object to its original place, feeling quite ashamed of her earlier lapse in composure.

"Ah, it's so tempting... I'm not satisfied yet..."

However, before Samael could catch her breath, the nun, whose composure had not lasted long, was once again filled with lustful thoughts. Her alluring eyes gazed intently at the sacred object on the high platform that exuded a special aura, her anxious gaze almost drawing out threads.

"Chaos entangles myriad colors, lingering endlessly; I seek the blissful heaven of Bodhi; enlightenment and liberation reside freely at my fingertips; I arrive at the heavenly paradise, as blissful as a jaw, and from there return to the lotus..."

The nun licked her cherry lips, and with a chant resembling Buddhist verses, she uttered a grand and respectable reason to convince herself, before once again extending her demonic claws towards the now-warmed sacred body, like a demonic bodhisattva who had seen the light and attained great freedom.

"It seems I still need to cultivate more..."

"Cough cough!"

Seeing that his right hand was about to become another tool for some nun's indescribable sexual gratification, Samael, unable to bear it any longer, coughed heavily.

The sudden sound behind her made the nun, who was about to attack the Holy Body again on the platform, pause. She turned around and looked at the unexpected guest who had appeared in the secret room. After a moment of observation, she smiled calmly, pursed her lips and spoke, her gaze gentle and kind.

Are you also here to worship the Blessed Sacramento?

As the nun changed her angle and faced him directly, the ancient snake realized that the black-haired nun with amber eyes was not very old. She exuded a sense of naivety and innocence, and was calm and gentle towards outsiders, with a soothing tenderness in her eyes.

If Samael hadn't witnessed this woman's outrageous behavior firsthand, he would have thought he was facing a dignified and elegant saint.

However, the reality is that I have been defiled and am not clean anymore.

Samael, the aggrieved party, gritted his teeth and asked irritably, his face dark.

"I appointed you to guard the gate, and this is how you treat the Holy Body?"

"Is there anything wrong with worshipping with a devout heart, observing with reverence, and approaching with longing?"

The nun rose slightly, her gaze pure and clean as she looked at the person who had just arrived, asking with some surprise.

That seems to make sense... what a load of rubbish!

Under the calm gaze, Samael was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses, rolled his eyes, and grinned in disapproval.

“There are many ways to approach or worship, but to use the Holy Communion in this way, don’t you think it’s too blasphemous?”

"Since there are many ways to get close, why not choose the one you like best? Why exclude this one?"

Without hesitation, the nun answered, then looked quietly at the newcomer, clasped her hands in greeting, and smiled as she began to chant.

"When Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva was practicing the profound Prajnaparamita, he perceived that the five aggregates are all empty, and thus transcended all suffering and distress. Shariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form; form is emptiness, emptiness is form; so too are feeling, perception, volition, and consciousness..."

This is a passage from the Heart Sutra, which is a discussion of Zen by Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva and Shariputra.

The first sentence roughly means that when Guanyin Bodhisattva was deeply contemplating the ultimate goal of life, he saw through the complexities of worldly life and realized the true meaning of life, thus transcending all suffering and misfortune.

"Form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form. Form is emptiness, emptiness is form; so too are feeling, perception, volition, and consciousness." This doesn't simply refer to desire and lust, but rather that worldly life needs the guidance of the true meaning of life, and the true meaning of life needs to be realized through worldly life. The true meaning of life exists in worldly life, and the true meaning of life is also manifested in worldly life. This principle applies not only to the form aggregate but also to all material and life phenomena in the world, including feeling, perception, volition, and consciousness.

Simply put, it tells people to see through the ways of the world, to be free from attachments, and not to be too attached to the appearances of things.

For example, there's that pathetic, uncultured person right in front of me who lacks awareness.

"You're taking things too seriously."

The nun paused, then naturally took the sacred body into her arms, gently stroking it while earnestly counseling the man before her.

"All forms are illusory; even a beautiful woman and a skeleton will return to dust."

The phrase "red powder skull" comes from the "Records of the Grand Historian - Biographies of Famous Actors". Legend has it that Guanyin once offered her physical body as alms, appearing in a rosy form to have intercourse with a lost person. At the moment of great joy of intercourse, she suddenly revealed her skeletal form and took the red powder skull. After great joy comes great extinction, which is used to teach lost people not to be obsessed with physical appearances.

This is meant to enlighten some dull-witted fellow, so that he doesn't just see the absurdity but also the piety and reverence.

Good heavens, even living Buddhas have appeared. No wonder you indulge your desires so much in the future. So you're treating this as spiritual practice?

Faced with the lecherous "female bodhisattva" who had taken the initiative and wanted to give him a lecture, Samael was speechless for a moment.

After a moment of silence, the ancient serpent snatched the sacred body that the girl had been clutching and tormenting in her arms with lightning speed, its face turning ashen.

"Saseoin Kiara?"

"you know me?"

The girl, who subconsciously raised her hands in an attempt to reclaim the sacred body, paused for a moment, nodded, and looked at the man in front of her with surprise. She then looked at the man in front of her carefully for a moment, but was also somewhat puzzled.

But she didn't know this person...

"boom!"

Before the girl could recover from her confusion, the object encased in crystal, still warm from her body, was swung up and slammed heavily onto her head.

"Is this all your unscrupulous father taught you? You can't learn the art of being a living Buddha!"

Samael, the victim, was given a minor punishment and then complained with a dark expression.

If I remember correctly, Sesshouin Kiara was the daughter of the head of the "Eiten-ryu" branch of the Tachikawa school of Shingon Buddhism.

Incidentally, the ritual of this religion is sexual intercourse between men and women...

Fortunately, this girl was born and raised in the deep mountains and suffered from an incurable disease since childhood. It was said that she would not live past the age of fourteen, so she was bedridden for many years. Her followers could only lament and pity her but could not "extend a helping hand" to her.

In a sense, this can be considered a kind of luck.

However, even so, being surrounded by a group of Eiten-ryu followers led by her father who frequently held uninhibited assemblies, Sesshouin Kiara was inevitably influenced by the doctrine through simple exposure, regarding shizuku as the most direct way to express reverence and worship, and to achieve a state of emptiness and selflessness.

Therefore, it is understandable that the girl in front of us would behave so outrageously.

After all, if you learn something wrong, there's nothing you can do about it.

It's more appropriate for her unscrupulous father to take the blame for this.

As Samael pondered, he secretly made a deep grudge against the girl's dead father, planning to visit the sect leader of the Yongtian School when he had time, or simply call the police and have the Japanese cops throw all these cult members who gathered for debauchery into jail and make them reflect on their actions for decades.

Buddhism teaches about seeing through illusions, but it doesn't advocate indulging in desires!

Since the Enlightened One disappeared during the Holy War, those Buddhist disciples and descendants have gone from enlightened beings who saw their own minds, understood the equality of all beings, and transcended the self to tools of rule who teach people to accept their fate passively, to rely on the next life in vain, and to compromise and seek peace. In the end, they have become demons who wear robes, eat meat and drink wine, beat wooden fish, chase fame, fortune, and lust, and cannot hide their greed... They have become more and more crooked the more they learn.

It truly fulfilled the prophecy: After the Buddha's passing, the true Dharma will last for a thousand years, the semblance Dharma for a thousand years, and the degenerate Dharma for ten thousand years.

Nowadays, whether it's a temple venturing into real estate, the Yongtian sect indulging in debauchery, or the Tantric sect obsessed with initiation, dual cultivation, and human bone ritual implements...

Every single one of these, strictly speaking, has already gone astray; they are all demons, not Buddhas.

Just as the ancient serpent was plotting how to help the plate-headed man under the Bodhi tree clean up his mess, Sesshouin Kiara, who had been standing on tiptoe several times in front of the man, trying to retrieve the sacred body, was repeatedly pushed aside. However, she was not annoyed. She stopped her fruitless efforts, spoke politely, her eyes full of longing and seriousness, and even a hint of nervousness and anxiety.

"May I have my Holy Body back?"

Samael raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised, his narrowed vertical pupils scrutinizing the still somewhat immature girl before him.

Is this thing really that important to you?

"Yes, because it healed me, helped me through my suffering, and brought me liberation..."

Under the gaze of those serpentine pupils, Sesshouin Kiara's thoughts seemed to have nowhere to hide, and she subconsciously gave the most honest answer.

As the girl recounted her story, Samael pieced together the whole story of how she and Sesshouin Kiara ended up here.

Since ancient times, great wisdom has been a curse, and deep affection has been a short-lived fate. As a saint with extraordinary talent, she was cursed from birth and has been bedridden for many years.

Even so, the young girl possessed a heart full of love, unrestricted by any prejudice, loving all people equally, and vowing to liberate them from suffering.