A Tale of an Adulterous Monk

"Master, this is it!"

Two middle-aged men stood outside the house, looking at the house with fear in their eyes.

The two men are brothers, the eldest is Taro Asama, and the second is Jiro Asama.

This time, they invited him to come here to perform a ritual for their mother.

Before coming, Lu Jin knew that there might be something strange about this ritual.

Now, he is more convinced of this idea.

Looking at the three-story detached building, an indescribable feeling came to his heart.

It was as if he had seen something dirty, and he felt very uncomfortable all over his body.

This was the first time he encountered such a situation.

After hesitating for a moment, Lu Jin took off his shoes and walked into the house.

In the not very big room, there were strips of white cloth hanging, and the room was empty and there was no one.

The further he walked into the house, the more intense the depressing atmosphere in the air became.

It was so dull that it made people breathless.

Without the two brothers leading the way, Lu Jin came to a bedroom on his own.

The source of the oppressive atmosphere in the air came from this room.

Just standing outside the door, there was a feeling of suffocation.

Lu Jin did not rush to open the door, and looked at the two brothers following behind him.

"Now, can you tell me what happened?"

"Otherwise, I will not accept this ritual."

Looking at the pair of calm and excessive eyes, the two brothers looked at each other and knelt directly on the ground.

Told the truth.

After a while, Lu Jin's face showed a look of realization.

According to the two brothers, the old man in this family passed away last night.

The two brothers each started their own families, and their relationship was not good at ordinary times, and they rarely interacted with their mother.

It was the neighbor next door who discovered the old man's death and called to inform the two.

The two brothers quarreled over the expenses of the ritual and funeral that night.

It had been agreed that the funeral would be held today, but something strange happened.

The mother who had died a long time ago suddenly opened her eyes and laughed strangely in the middle of the night, scaring away all the relatives who were keeping watch.

Fearing that something might happen, Asama Taro hurriedly contacted a funeral home and wanted to cremate the old man directly.

However, the funeral home workers who came to transport the body could not lift the body no matter what.

The two brothers were afraid that the old man would not rest in peace after death, so they could only find the monks in the temple to perform the ritual.

Yakushiji Temple is the nearest temple nearby, so naturally they found him.

Lu Jin looked at the two brothers with evasive eyes.

He suddenly understood.

I'm afraid that these two guys are not afraid that the old man will not rest in peace after death, but that the body will give birth to evil spirits that will harm them.

However, he has become accustomed to this kind of thing.

Don't look at these Japanese people, they are polite on the surface, but they are cold at heart., selfish character.

Not all of them, but most of them are sophisticated egoists.

He is not interested in those shitty things, but since it is evil spirits, the price of the ritual cannot be the same as usual.

"The ritual can be done, but it will cost extra."

Lu Jin said indifferently.

After all, he is the abbot of Yakushiji Temple, and his status is here.

An ordinary ritual will cost at least 300,000 or 400,000 yen in incense money.

Now that evil spirits have appeared, the reward will at least double.

Even so, considering that these two families are not rich, he did not ask for too much.

If he encounters those rich people and chaebols, millions of yen will not be enough.

As the saying goes, the Dharma is not easily passed on.

In Journey to the West, Tang Sanzang went through 81 difficulties to obtain the scriptures, and in the end he had to exchange the purple gold bowl for the true scriptures.

He has practiced Buddhism for more than ten years, and he can't sell it off at a bargain price.

It doesn't matter whether it's worth money or not. The most important thing is that people can't look down on his Buddhism.

The two brothers Asama were tangled. Performing a ritual was also a big expense for the two of them.

However, thinking of the horror of his mother being possessed by evil spirits, Asama Taro gritted his teeth and agreed.

"Stay away, don't get close."

Lu Jin waved his hand to keep the two away.

Then he slowly pushed open the wooden door. The seemingly light door was like a sponge absorbing water, and it was indescribably heavy.

Lu Jin used all his strength to barely push the door open.

Swish!

As the wooden door opened, a cold breath came to his face.

Lu Jin squinted his eyes and looked into the room.

In the dark room, the curtains were drawn at some point, and there was no light.

Indistinctly, an old man can be seen lying on the ground.

Strands of black air emanated from the old man's body and filled the entire room.

This scene seemed particularly strange.

Standing outside the door, Lu Jin's back felt numb and a few drops of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

He felt like he was in two completely different worlds.

One step forward, there was an abyss.

This was the first time he encountered such a strange situation, and he felt a little scared.

Touching the wooden fish in the cloth bag around his waist, Lu Jin regained a little confidence in his heart.

Walked into the bedroom and came to the window.

Wanted to open the curtains, but found that the curtains seemed to be welded to the window and could not be pulled at all.

Shaked his head and did not continue to waste energy.

Lu Jin slowly walked to the body on the ground and glanced at the two brothers who were standing in front of the door and dared not come in.

He took out the Buddhist scriptures and wooden fish from his bag in a slow and methodical manner.

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