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

“Don’t look!”
A voice filled with shame and anger—yet it couldn’t stop Lu Jin’s gaze from scanning over.
Tanaka Saya’s face flushed bright red. Seeing that she couldn’t hide it, she simply let go and allowed this shameless monk to look all he wanted.
After all, it wasn’t the first time.
Just as she reached to undo the last piece of covering on her body, Lu Jin stopped her.
“No need to take it off. I like the way you look in this.”
Hearing this, Tanaka Saya rolled her eyes in disdain and snapped, “Shameless monk, don’t push your luck!”
Despite her words, she still obediently stepped forward.
The two sat facing each other in the most classic meditation posture.
The moment their bodies drew near, the scorching power of Lu Jin’s magic made Tanaka Saya shudder, her muscles tensing involuntarily.
“Get on by yourself.”
Lu Jin remained calm, carrying the demeanor of an enlightened monk.
Tanaka Saya glared at him, took a deep breath, and steeled herself before pressing forward.
Like a block of frozen ice, her touch sent a tremor through Lu Jin’s body.
Having turned into a yokai, Tanaka Saya’s body temperature was vastly different from that of an ordinary person. The icy cold yin energy seeped into him.
The alternating waves of heat and cold nearly shattered the spiritual power Lu Jin had gathered.
Fortunately, the Medicine Buddha Sutra he practiced was an extremely yang-based Buddhist technique. It barely allowed him to withstand the invasive force of this extreme yin energy.
Gradually, Lu Jin entered a profound state of Buddhist meditation.
The spiritual power within him grew stronger.
His body instinctively moved into various postures.
Tanaka Saya gritted her teeth as she watched Lu Jin’s serene expression while she was being bent into an extreme angle.
Good thing she was a vengeful spirit—otherwise, there was no way her body could be this flexible.
But she had no way to resist, only to passively endure the baptism of Buddhist power.
Their bodies became more synchronized, their coordination growing seamless.
With just a glance from Lu Jin, she could already tell what this bastard was thinking.
Time slipped away unknowingly. The clock struck midnight.
Lu Jin slowly opened his eyes and, seeing Tanaka Saya collapsed on the ground like a pile of mud, sealed her into his prayer beads.
Even though she was a yokai, under his Buddhist power, she was still a notch below him.
The indomitable force of Buddhist Vajra Power was the ultimate bane of all demons and monsters.
Especially when combined with Joyful Zen, one of the most advanced Buddhist secret techniques.
Harnessing extreme yang to subdue yin, supplemented by dual cultivation—its mysteries were not for outsiders to understand.
He hadn’t even gone all out, yet Tanaka Saya had already crumbled.
Luckily, the restlessness in his heart had also subsided.
“My spiritual power has increased by a sliver—not bad.”
Feeling the strengthened force within him, a satisfied smile appeared on Lu Jin’s face.
Even though it was only a slight increase, it meant he could sustain his full-power attacks for ten more breaths.
And in battle, ten breaths could mean the difference between victory and defeat.
This made him value this furnace even more.
Although the short-term gains were limited, if he could continue to practice Joyful Zen with Tanaka Saya day and night, his progress in Buddhism would at least double.
However, if he wanted to turn this yokai into his exclusive furnace, completely under his control—
He first needed to purge the resentment from her heart.
The solution was simple: help her take revenge.
At this thought, Lu Jin slowly got up and put on his monk’s robe.
He glanced at his system interface—his three daily enhancement attempts had been reset.
Whether his upcoming plans would succeed depended on how effective these three enhancements were.
With that in mind, Lu Jin directly selected his ears for enhancement.
The first enhancement attempt—failure. No changes.
Lu Jin remained calm and immediately initiated the second attempt.
The more enhancements made, the higher the failure rate.
For magical artifacts, even a single success in ten attempts was considered lucky.
But for a mere mortal body like his, the first enhancement success rate was at least 50%.
As long as he wasn’t ridiculously unlucky, he was bound to succeed within three tries.
And he had confidence in his luck.
Sure enough, after the second enhancement, Lu Jin instantly noticed a change in his hearing.
It felt as if a thin membrane covering his ears had been punctured.
All surrounding sounds amplified tenfold in an instant.
The faint chirping of insects. Conversations muffled by several walls.
Even the security guards chatting downstairs, dozens of meters away, became crystal clear to him.
Lu Jin experimented by focusing his hearing in a specific direction.
His already enhanced hearing reached a new level as background noise was filtered out.
Then—
“Master, please… if someone finds out, it’ll be bad…”
Suddenly, a woman’s voice reached his ears.
“Fear not, my lady,” came an aged but vigorous male voice. “I see a malevolent spirit clinging to you. If we don’t expel it soon, you will meet a bloody fate within three days.”
Lu Jin froze.
“Tch, old geezer’s got some nerve.”
Lu Jin clicked his tongue, his expression full of disdain.
He recalled that bald old man was at least sixty—yet he still had the energy to fool around with women?
Like he had seen it somewhere before…