I Became a Monk in Japan and Exorcised Demons of Other’s Housewives

Just thinking about it sent chills down Lu Jin’s spine.
What kind of ‘Innate Southern Holy Physique’ was this?
He had lived for so many years, yet this was the first time he had ever heard of such a bizarre illness.
Honestly, it didn’t even sound like a disease—it was more like some kind of malevolent spirit at work.
No wonder they had invited so many monks and priests.
Suddenly, a series of footsteps echoed.
The hall instantly fell silent as all eyes turned toward the staircase on the second floor.
Moments later, a middle-aged man in a neatly tailored suit descended the stairs, surrounded by bodyguards.
The moment Lu Jin saw the man, the prayer beads in his hands trembled violently.
Even through the beads’ seal, he could sense the raging hostility and malice emanating from him.
Lu Jin silently recited a Buddhist prayer, channeling a trace of his power into the prayer beads to forcibly suppress Tanaka Saya’s lingering resentment.
There were too many people around—now was not the time to act.
His gaze fell upon Aoi Kai, who had already reached the bottom of the stairs.
His suit was immaculate, his graying hair was meticulously styled, and his face bore a passing resemblance to Takeshi Kaneshiro.
Time had left its mark on him, yet it only added to his aura.
Lu Jin had to admit—the guy had a decent-looking face.
No wonder that foolish woman had fallen for him so easily.
Of course, he was still a notch below himself.
And no, this wasn’t vanity.
After all, why else had his good-for-nothing father been able to marry into the Yakushiji family?
From a penniless nobody, he had managed to leech off the Yakushiji family and even become the temple’s abbot.
It was all because of his face.
And Lu Jin had inherited and surpassed that charm—his looks alone were enough for him to debut as an idol.
It wasn’t an exaggeration to say that, since childhood, he had never lacked women fawning over him.
Otherwise, how could he have ‘helped’ over a hundred female devotees gain a deep understanding of Buddhist teachings at such a young age?
According to the old man, if he had been born with this kind of face back then, he wouldn’t have had to settle for some obscure little temple like Yakushiji.
At the very least, he could have married into a wealthy conglomerate family.
Perhaps sensing the blatant stare, Aoi Kai followed the gaze and looked over.
Upon seeing Lu Jin’s strikingly handsome face, his eyes narrowed slightly, a faint trace of shadow and jealousy flickering in them.
But he quickly concealed it, replacing it with a warm smile. He nodded slightly before turning his attention elsewhere.
“Ambition, greed, jealousy… quite the deadly cocktail.”
Lu Jin sneered as he observed the aura emanating from Aoi Kai.
In that brief moment of eye contact, though well-masked, his aura had betrayed him.
For an instant, a bloody hue surfaced in his radiance—he had actually harbored killing intent toward Lu Jin.
Though fleeting, just a passing thought…
It spoke volumes about the kind of man he was.
The moment he encountered someone more outstanding than himself, even a mere junior, his first instinct was to kill them.
Even after clawing his way to power and status through various means, deep down, he was still the same villain who would murder an entire family for wealth and position.
A person’s nature doesn’t change with status—it only becomes better concealed.
“I am truly grateful to the esteemed masters for traveling such a long way to be here.”
“As you all know, I have sought out countless renowned doctors, yet none could cure my son’s strange illness.”
“My only hope now lies with all of you. To whomever can heal my son, I will offer a reward of one hundred million yen.”
Lu Jin couldn’t help but recall his previous exorcism jobs.
After an exhausting ritual, he would barely earn a few hundred thousand yen.
Even when powerful figures encountered supernatural troubles, they wouldn’t seek out some obscure temple in the middle of nowhere.
If he wanted to rake in this kind of money, he needed to make Yakushiji Temple famous.
At least to the point where all of Japan knew its name.
Then, money would flow in endlessly.
“Whether Young Master Aoi’s illness can be cured or not, we’ll have to examine him first,” a Shinto priest dressed in traditional garb said indifferently.
Lu Jin’s gaze lingered on him for a moment.
He hadn’t opened his Heavenly Eye yet, so he couldn’t gauge the man’s spiritual prowess.
But he could feel a faint sense of danger from him.
Clearly, this was someone with real skills.
Of the dozen or so people in the hall, only four truly caught Lu Jin’s attention.
Besides the Shinto priest, there was also a monk and an onmyoji.
The last one was a woman dressed in a martial artist’s uniform, carrying a longbow on her back.
Her long black hair was tied into a ponytail, and she had a tall, slender frame with a pair of long, perfectly straight legs.
Beneath her tight-fitting uniform, her curvaceous figure was strikingly prominent.
Her mature face carried an expression of cold indifference, as if everyone owed her money.
Seemingly sensing his gaze, the woman frowned and looked over.
Their eyes met.
Lu Jin pressed his palms together and offered her a smiling bow.
“Hmph!”
The woman snorted coldly and turned away in disgust.
Lu Jin’s lips twitched.