[The Girls' School Teacher] (Episode 7, Chapter 2)

Chapter Two: The Power of Buddhist Concentration

The blue sky in Japan seems very low, especially in an ancient capital like Nara. Walking

through the temple courtyards under such a sky creates a sense of disorientation, blurring the lines between ancient and modern times.

Even on weekdays, many devout men and women visit Todai-ji Temple, but everyone tries to keep their voices down

so as not to disturb the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas.

Like me, Chikage, Koharu, and Eri were visiting for the first time. These usually lively girls

quietly followed the monks, listening to them recount the history of Todai-ji.

We learned that Todai-ji had also suffered from war, with many ancient artifacts and buildings

destroyed in the fighting. Even so, its current scale is still breathtaking. This

reminded Chang'an, once known as the "City of Ten Thousand Temples." To see such a magnificent sight would be a source of pride!

The girls, being so young, soon felt tired after walking around the temple grounds, a far cry from

the joy and freedom they had felt earlier in Nara Park, playing with the deer.

For them, the tranquil and inactive culture of Buddhism was still too distant. They were more receptive to

glamorous high-tech equipment and a vibrant life; perhaps sunshine and beaches would attract them more.

Green noticed their boredom and suggested they try the famous pine nut tea from Todai-ji Temple before leaving. The young

beauties readily agreed.

The pine nut tea was fragrant and refreshing. Sitting in the guest room, chatting and drinking tea, listening to the cicadas chirping in summer and the

distant, serene chanting of Buddhist scriptures, made one feel lazy and particularly sleepy.

The girls had worked hard all night, and although they didn't get up until noon, they still felt tired and

gradually became sleepy. Seeing this, I chuckled and led them outside. On the way back, we naturally didn't let

the monks lead the way; there were clear signs along the way, so we wouldn't get lost.

As we passed through the most famous Buddha Hall from the side, just as the chanting reached its highest point, a clear, crisp

sound of a wooden fish struck, transforming into a series of soaring sound waves that abruptly

struck my mind.

"Ugh!" I, walking at the front, immediately coughed up a mouthful of blood, spraying it onto a

large wooden pillar directly opposite me.

"Junxiong..." My four concubines were terrified and quickly caught me, preventing me from collapsing.

My face was ashen, and my internal energy was surging erratically. This sudden blow almost destroyed my

decades of arduous cultivation; had I not coughed up that blood, my blood vessels would have burst.

The commotion outside clearly attracted the attention of those inside. Several monks turned around, and

when they saw the blood on the wooden pillar, they couldn't help but be surprised, naturally interrupting the chanting.

"Which benefactor is outside? Please come in for a chat," an elderly monk's voice pierced through the wooden door,

clearly reaching my ears. Somehow, even though we hadn't met, I was pretty sure the

monk was the one who struck the wooden fish and injured me.

"You guys wait here, I'll be right back." I steadied myself, patted

the hands of the beauties beside me, and said softly.

"No!" Eri said firmly, "You just coughed up blood, what kind of monk are you going to see? Let's go

home !"

"Hmm... Junxiong, be good... let's go find your doctor friend..." Koharu

said , "You coughed up blood, don't make him worry too much..."

"It's okay, we don't need to go see him." I shook my head, "Trust me, everything will be alright."

One sentence stopped Midori and Chikage from trying to persuade me. The beauties all knew that although I was usually

very gentle, once I made up my mind, I wouldn't change it.

"Be careful..." With the little wives' instructions, the side door of the Great Buddha Hall creaked open, cutting off

their worried gazes.

I knew something unpredictable might happen, but I

was still somewhat unwilling to accept that a single tap of the wooden fish had nearly shattered my inner energy, and I wanted to investigate why.

Inside the Great Buddha Hall, hundreds of monks were kneeling cross-legged. Hearing my entrance, none of them looked

up , but slowly resumed their chanting. Only a

monk in a golden robe, kneeling in the center beneath the Buddha statue, stood up, his eyes flashing like lightning as he looked at me.

After a period of regulating my energy, my heart meridian had largely returned to normal. Seeing this, I didn't back down,

letting out a cold snort, and unleashed a murderous aura that shot straight towards him.

"Amitabha!" The monk smiled, withdrawing his gaze, and walked over in a few steps: "Please, benefactor!

"

The moment the murderous aura dissipated, I finally understood. Damn it, this was a Zen temple, the best

place to neutralize murderous aura. How could I launch an attack here?

"Benefactor, where do you come from?" Sitting in a corner of the Great Buddha Hall, the monk asked.

I couldn't discern his age. Judging by his face alone, he seemed to be only in his thirties, but

his weathered eyes gave him an air of antiquity.

"What does it matter?" I countered.

The monk smiled calmly, "You exude both murderous and compassionate auras, two completely different thoughts

concentrated in one person. This is something I haven't seen in decades, hence my curiosity."

Assassins are always dominated by a cold, sinister aura. If they kill many, they naturally exude

an aura that keeps others at bay. On the other hand, a doctor who saves the world with compassion, having saved many lives, naturally receives a boundless compassionate

blessing from the unseen world—this is good karma.

I thought I had concealed myself well, that only someone with incredibly keen senses could detect me, but this monk was quite

skilled, easily sensing the aura I was exuding.

"What, are you implying that I've committed too many killings, and you're preparing to act as a righteous monk?" I said gently.

"Haha..." The monk burst into laughter, completely disregarding his image. "Are you joking, benefactor?

There are countless people in this world who deserve to die. Even Buddha had eight heavenly dragons to slay demons and monsters, let alone this human realm!

The cause and effect of this world are predetermined. This humble monk is not so bored!"

I nodded. "Then why did you call me here?"

The monk said, "I see that your murderous aura is too strong. Although there is compassion to temper it, if this continues, I'm afraid..."

"Demonic energy has invaded my heart, therefore this humble monk wishes to offer you a gift."

"Oh?" I calmed myself and sensed that the monk possessed no trace of murderous intent. I nodded and said, "Please

enlighten me, Master."

"Amitabha!" The monk smiled and said, "Please close your eyes and rest for a moment, and listen to this Amitabha

Sutra ." Then the monk closed his eyes, his hands forming a flower-like gesture, and began to chant the sutra in a low voice.

The monk's voice was not loud, but in the blink of an eye, it drowned out the voices of more than a hundred monks in the Great Buddha Hall .

Suddenly, everyone's chanting stopped, and they all turned towards us, falling silent. Suddenly, a gentle

power gathered from all directions, bathing my entire body in the serene and inactive aura of Buddhism.

Buddhist mental power!

I suddenly remembered a kind of practice that the old man had once mentioned.

In this world, besides the true qi I cultivate, there are many other cultivation methods. These methods involve

transforming the power of nature into one's own strength. Buddhist mental power, in addition to the power of nature, also possesses a

most mysterious and unpredictable power of faith, making it even more supremely powerful.

Buddhist mental power is so powerful, but it is a hundred times more difficult to cultivate than true qi. Only

those with great wisdom and courage can attain it through decades of arduous practice.

The legendary "enlightenment" uses this mental power to pass on cultivation and power to others.

Although the monk did not impart any cultivation method to me, this power spread around me, as if cleansing

my aura and slowly soothing my injured energy channels.

After a moment, the monk opened his eyes, glanced at me, and slightly raised his hand; the chanting immediately intensified

. Seeing his action, the monks nearby quickly gathered around us

, joining in the chanting and recitation of Buddhist scriptures. Gradually, their voices grew stronger and more powerful.

Suddenly, I felt the gentle Buddhist energy flowing around me intensify several times over, accelerating the absorption of the cleansing energy within my

body .

The monk smiled slightly, closed his eyes again, and began chanting Buddhist scriptures repeatedly with the other monks.

I suddenly understood

why he had gathered the combined power of all the monks' faith, striking the fish at its peak

. This faith, representing the Buddhist principle of non-action, sensed the murderous intent within me and triggered an

automatic attack.

The murderous intent, accumulated over the years, was gradually released through my pores, both tangible and intangible.

Previously, after each murder, I would treat a patient to suppress and dissipate the murderous intent, but this

was only a temporary fix, not a cure. Now, with the immense help of Buddhist spiritual power, the channel

between . The accumulated killing intent has found an outlet and no longer needs to stagnate within me; instead, it flows

into the world.

I don't know when, but I finally awoke from my incredibly refreshed state. Looking up, I was still

in the corner of the Great Buddha Hall, but the monks and nuns who had surrounded me were nowhere to be seen. Sitting

beside me , staring at me without blinking, were my four little beauties.

I took a deep breath and was pleasantly surprised to find that my meridians had already recovered, and my power seemed to have increased to a higher level.

"Ah... Junxiong..." the girls called out in delight, moving to my side.

"I thought the old monk was trying to harm you!" Xiaochun said sweetly. "You've been sitting here

without moving , I was so worried..."

"Yeah, your doll almost called her Shikoku Warriors to raze Todai-ji Temple to the ground

..." The girls chattered, revealing Xiaochun's anxiety. Actually, they were just as worried, otherwise

their faces wouldn't have been so pale.

"Don't worry, this master is helping me." I patted their cheeks. "What time is

it?"

"It's almost five in the afternoon." When Eri said that, I noticed that the originally strong sunlight had

become soft and reddish.

"Let's go home!" I stood up and stretched.

"Toshio... are you really alright?" Chikage tugged at my sleeve, her face full of concern.

"This master possesses Buddhist supernatural powers. After listening to the chanting just now, I only felt mentally relaxed and

there were no problems," I said seriously. "Speaking of which, I should thank him!"

"Yes, Master Rongyong has been practicing for over fifty years. My grandfather, father, and I were all

blessed by him!" Midori chimed in from the side.

"Haha, three generations of my family have too!" the doll-like girl laughed.

"Then why are you still threatening to kill him?" Eri teased Koharu.

"No matter who it is, if they want to harm my Junxiong, I will definitely kill them!" the doll-like

girl said, raising her little fist. Her words showed no hesitation, revealing her unwavering belief.

Although I don't need anyone to protect me, the little girl's concern still warmed my heart. Of course

, it wasn't just Koharu; I could feel the sincerity of each of them. Compared to the loneliness I felt in America, the feeling of having my

wives care was truly wonderful.

At seven o'clock in the evening, after dinner, the girls eagerly finished washing the dishes and cleaning, and even filled the bathtub

. When they returned to my side, all four beauties had a faint blush on their faces.

Free from the constraints of school and parents, the girls in the Osaka area were like birds released from their cages,

joyfully enjoying the beauty of love and desire, almost forgetting their homeland with carefree exuberance.

Following their blissful life these past few days, after their baths, I would carry them to the big bed, and then…

The girls, thinking about it, unconsciously tightened their long, slender legs slightly.

"Ring ring…" The ringtone of a cell phone suddenly came from the sofa. Because of

the different , the girls didn't need to turn around to know whose phone it was.

Just as she was about to curl up in my arms like Eri, the alluring beauty, who had been comfortably dozing for a moment, pouted and gave

up her spot, which was instantly taken by Chikage. Picking up the phone, Green, who was initially aroused, hesitated for a

moment , waiting for the phone to ring several times before answering.

"It's me...you brat! When did you get back...I'm in Nara now...Okay, see you in a bit

."

After hanging up the phone, Midori rushed to my side and pinned Xiaochun down. "Junxiong... Midori's

good friend is back in the country and wants to play with me. Come out with me!"

"No..." The doll-like beauty, pinned down, struggled to squeeze her head out. "I

'm going to sleep with Junxiong later... You can't drag the master away..."

Chikage chuckled and tapped Xiaochun's head. "Xiaochun, haven't you eaten enough these past few days?"

"Not enough... Not enough... Not enough..." The doll-like beauty pouted. "Don't say it's me, have you all

had enough? I don't know who was screaming like a pig last night, but insisted on receiving Junxiong's essence before collapsing

... Oh!" Xiaochun, having exposed her best friend's secret, was almost murdered when Chikage, blushing, pressed her mouth down

.

Seeing that they were starting to play around again, I had no choice but to separate them, holding one in each arm.

"Be good, go take a shower and wait for me in the room. Didn't we buy a movie yesterday?

We ."

"But..." Eri hugged me from behind, her huge breasts massaging my head. "

How can a movie compare to you? Without Toshio, we can't even bear a second..."

"Alright... stop being so clingy!" Midori happily pulled me up from between her soft fists and legs.

"It's not like I'm not giving you back... Besides, I have a share of this husband too. I've been eating so

little these past few days, can't you be a little more considerate?"

"Hehe..." The doll-like girl laughed. "Midori, you sound so pitiful, we

'll let you eat more tonight!"

At this moment, the pretty and playful girl had already picked up my coat, kissed me on the lips, and

said gently, "Hmm... come back soon..."

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