I Became a Monk in Japan and Exorcised Demons of Other’s Housewives - Chapter 34

Chapter 34: The Old Man Still Has a Big Mouth!

Lu Jin touched his nose.

This was the first time he had suffered a setback from a woman.

This woman—there’s something off about her.

Either she has issues with her sexual orientation, or she has psychological problems.

Shaking his head, he didn’t pay too much attention to her.

He wasn’t some simping dog, eager to throw himself at someone only to be met with indifference.

Besides, judging by her attitude, even if he wanted to, he probably wouldn’t be able to.

“Fortunately, the situation isn’t as bad as I imagined.”

Though the room was full of people, only a few of them posed any real pressure on him.

As for the rest—they were all just frauds.

That included the monk from Jile Temple who had struck up a conversation with him earlier. Despite appearing to be an enlightened master, in reality, he was just an ordinary man.

At most, he could chant sutras and perform rituals, but he had no real ability to exorcise spirits.

And most of the people here were just these kinds of charlatans pretending to be mystics.

They had likely come just to take advantage of the situation and grab some benefits.

They weren’t brave enough, nor were they truly capable of handling this kind of work.

To be a fraud, you had to have the guts to bluff.

Say whatever came to mind—if it worked, you made a killing; if it didn’t, you lost nothing.

At worst, you could just say you lacked skill and weren’t a match for the evil spirit, and that would be the end of it.

He was very familiar with these tricks—after all, he used to be in this line of work himself.

Not just him—most monks in temples were actually just charlatans pretending to be mystics.

There was no other way. They had to make a living too.

If they didn’t trick people into donating incense money, how would they maintain such large temples? Wouldn’t all the monks starve to death?

If not all, at least 90% of them would.

Take people’s money, give them peace of mind.

Most people who invited monks to perform rituals didn’t truly believe in things like reincarnation, transcendence, or enlightenment.

All they wanted was peace of mind.

As long as you could make others believe, taking their money wouldn’t weigh on your conscience.

As for true masters with real abilities? They were extremely rare.

Lu Jin relaxed.

In a country like Japan, with so many shrines and temples, and hundreds of thousands of monks and priests, it was only natural that a few real practitioners like him would emerge.

After all, sheer numbers dictated it.

What would be truly concerning was if people like him—who actually wielded extraordinary power—were the majority.

Every world has its balance.

If a world had a large number of people with supernatural abilities, then there would inevitably be an equivalent number of evil spirits.

He couldn’t even imagine how terrifying that kind of world would be.

“Masters, please follow me.”

Aoi Kai nodded and led the group upstairs to a bedroom.

Opening the door, they saw a pale and thin young man lying on the bed.

His skin was deathly white, and his eye sockets were dark, giving him the appearance of someone who had indulged excessively in pleasure.

His facial features bore a seventy percent resemblance to Aoi Kai, making it clear at a glance that they were father and son.

“I feel awful. Hurry up and let me go!”

Aoi Takumi lay on the bed, completely wrapped up like a mummy in layer after layer of restraints.

Lu Jin instantly recognized this as the handiwork of a psychiatric hospital.

To prevent severely ill patients from harming themselves or others, mental hospital doctors would wrap them up like this.

“Takumi, bear with it a little longer. Once we cure your illness, I’ll let you go.”

A trace of pain flashed in Aoi Kai’s eyes.

Although he was a cold and ruthless man who would do anything for profit, he genuinely doted on his son.

No matter what kind of trouble Takumi caused growing up, he would always clean up the mess.

After all, he had suffered health issues in his youth, leaving him with only this one child for life.

If anything happened to this child, no matter how great his empire was, there would be no one to inherit it.

But it was precisely this boundless indulgence that had led to Aoi Takumi’s terrible personality.

“You old bastard! How many times do I have to say it? I’m not sick! Let me go now!”

Aoi Takumi furrowed his brows, his face full of irritation.

These people are insane—always saying I am sick and that I will turn into a woman.

Did they think I am stupid?

Aoi Kai remained indifferent to his outburst and simply had someone gag him before turning to the assembled group.

“Masters, do any of you see what’s wrong with my son?”

“Mr. Aoi, young master Takumi is possessed by an evil spirit. If this humble monk performs a ritual to expel it, he will return to normal.”

A monk in his fifties, standing in front of Lu Jin, spoke confidently.

Lu Jin glanced at the old monk.

This old guy had no spiritual power at all—he was just an ordinary person.

Using his Qi-vision technique, Lu Jin saw no abnormalities, yet this old man still dared to talk big.

Wasn’t he afraid of biting his tongue with all that bluffing?

Aoi Kai chuckled, his expression mild, but his eyes carried a trace of coldness.

He had sought out multiple batches of spiritual masters to cure his son’s strange condition.

He had heard this exact statement countless times before.

Yet his son’s illness remained unresolved.

“In one hour, my son’s condition will flare up again. Whoever can solve his problem will receive 100 million yen immediately.”

“The Aoi Corporation will also provide full funding and support to help the master build a temple, covering all expenses.”

Aoi Kai spoke slowly.

He was willing to pay any price to cure his son.