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

Chapter 7: Widow! Beautiful Young Woman!

“Purified Robe?”

Lu Jin looked at the monk’s robe he was wearing.

The black robe was embroidered on the inside with dense, tiny golden characters—
A Buddhist scripture written in Sanskrit.

A faint Buddhist glow emanated from the robe, repelling all dust and impurities.

“Another magical artifact.”

Lu Jin’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction.

With this protective robe, ordinary evil spirits wouldn’t even be able to get close to him.

He had already tested the power of magical artifacts.

Against such tools, lesser evil spirits were instantly subdued and destroyed.

Unless he encountered something stronger than an evil spirit—

Otherwise, this robe alone was enough to keep him safe.

He still had one more enhancement attempt left, but he chose not to use it on the monk’s robe.

Each successful enhancement made the next attempt harder.

If the success rate for the first enhancement was 50%, then the second would drop to 25%.

And the stronger the object, the lower the enhancement success rate.

Since the Purified Robe had already been enhanced once, succeeding in a second enhancement in one go would depend entirely on luck.

It was better to enhance something else instead.

Lu Jin pulled out a string of prayer beads, deciding to enhance all of his personal items one by one.

Prayer beads, also known as 念珠 (niànzhū, Buddhist rosary), generally fell into three categories: hand-held beads, wearable beads, and hanging beads.

His set was a hand-held rosary, consisting of fourteen beads, carved from Vajra seeds.

According to Buddhist scriptures, Vajra seeds came from the Vajra Tree, though some claimed they were actually seeds of the Bodhi Tree. Regardless, they were considered extremely precious.

The term “Vajra” (金刚, Jīngāng) meant indestructible—something capable of breaking through all evil.

In Tantric Buddhism, Vajra seeds were essential for practice in the Vajra Division.

Wearing Vajra beads provided strong protection against evil and misfortune, while also bringing blessings and auspiciousness.

After all the previous enhancements, Lu Jin had started to grasp a pattern in the system’s reinforcement mechanics.

No matter what item he enhanced, its new abilities would always be closely tied to its original nature.

For example:

Enhancing a Buddhist scripture resulted in a handwritten sutra imbued with true Buddhist wisdom.

Enhancing a wooden fish transformed it into a purple sandalwood wooden fish that could grant enlightenment and exorcise demons.

Since Vajra beads already symbolized purity, strength, and the power to dispel evil, any enhancement would likely strengthen these aspects.

With this in mind, Lu Jin made his decision.

Enhance!

A flash of light burst forth.

As he watched nervously, the fourteen beads glowed brilliantly.

A moment later, the golden Buddhist radiance receded—

And on each perfectly round bead, a tiny yet exquisitely detailed deity emerged.

These figures stood tall and fierce, clad in armor, wielding Vajra scepters.

Their faces bore terrifying scowls—

They were none other than the Wrathful Vajras, the fierce guardian deities of Tantric Buddhism.

[Vajra Prayer Beads]

[Blessed by the Wrathful Vajras, this rosary can dispel evil, subdue demons, and provide divine protection. It possesses indestructible power.]

Lu Jin rolled the beads between his fingers, feeling their smooth texture.

Faintly, he could hear the distant echoes of thunderous chants and angry Vajra roars.

A flash of surprise crossed his eyes.

Even without testing them, he could clearly sense the overwhelming and violent demon-subduing energy contained within these beads.

Truly worthy of being a guardian deity of Buddhism.

If I had this robe and these prayer beads yesterday—

Exorcising that vengeful spirit would have been effortless.

…

“There seem to be more visitors than usual today.”

Sitting cross-legged in the temple’s main hall, Lu Jin watched the growing crowd with a trace of curiosity.

Usually, Yakushi Temple barely had any visitors throughout the day.

Yet today, within just half a day, several groups of worshippers had already arrived.

While it was generally a good thing for the temple to attract more devotees, Lu Jin was curious—

What caused this sudden surge in visitors?

He casually approached an elderly man who appeared particularly devout and asked.

Only then did he learn—

People had heard rumors that this temple was extraordinarily effective, and that its abbot was a great master capable of exorcising evil spirits.

That’s why they had come.

Lu Jin raised an eyebrow.

It wasn’t hard to guess where these rumors had come from—the Asama brothers.

After all, many people had attended their mother’s funeral.

News of the exorcism had likely spread through them.

Once one person knew, it would spread to ten others, then a hundred.

And in a country like Japan—where superstition ran deep—

This kind of story was bound to attract attention.

“An unexpected bonus.”

Lu Jin shook his head, but he didn’t dwell on it.

If he wanted to make money, there were countless ways—

He had no need to rely on mere temple donations.

Still, boosting the temple’s reputation was never a bad thing.

And since he disliked owing favors…

Next time he performed a ritual, he’d give them a 10% discount.

“Excuse me… are you Master Lu Jin?”

A soft voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts.

Lu Jin looked up slowly—

And immediately, his eyes widened slightly.

Standing before him was a stunningly beautiful mature woman in a black kimono.

“This humble monk is Lu Jin, but I dare not call myself a ‘master’.”

His gaze flickered with a trace of appreciation.

Her long black hair was elegantly pinned up, and her tall, graceful figure stood at least 165 cm or more—remarkably tall by Japanese standards.

She wore a perfectly fitted black kimono, leaving her snow-white neck and delicate skin exposed.

Even with the kimono’s modest design, it couldn’t hide her curvaceous figure—

Like a beautifully wrapped gift, waiting to be unveiled.

She exuded a mature, alluring, and sensual charm—

A woman who embodied every man’s deepest desires.

Yet, at this moment, her hands were delicately folded over her abdomen, her breathtaking face filled with sorrow and a deeply concealed fear.

After confirming his identity, she suddenly knelt down before him.

Bowing deeply, her voice trembled with grief—

“I humbly ask you… to perform a ritual for my late husband.”