The Demon King, reborn in Japan as a monk

"Ah Zhang, the ramen is ready." With that, Yue Meizi came over with a bowl of ramen.

"Here, eat it while it's hot."

"Thank you for your trouble." Ishihara Sho smiled and took it, tested the temperature briefly, and then ate it with gusto, drinking all the ramen soup as well.

"Phew, that feels so good." Ishihara Akira let out a long sigh of relief and said with a satisfied look on his face.

“Logically, after being hungry for so long, you should have eaten porridge first to get used to it, but that would have taken too long to prepare, and I figured you couldn’t wait, so I had no choice but to cook you ramen. You can’t do that next time,” Yuemiko said as she walked back into the room after clearing away the dishes.

“Then next time you prepare more fresh milk at home, so that if something like this happens again, you can boil some milk for me to get used to before switching to normal food,” Ishihara Akira said.

"That's all we can do."

"By the way, you moved here?" Ishihara Sho pulled Yumiko aside and made her sit down next to him. He then lay down on her lap, stroking her thigh as they chatted.

“You’re unconscious and need someone to take care of you. I also have to go to work. Considering our relationship, I have no choice but to move out of my old place and take care of you personally. What, you’re not happy about that?” Yumiko asked, looking at Ishihara Sho lying on her lap.

"How could that be? I'd love for you to move in, so I could do whatever I want!" Ishihara Akira chuckled mischievously.

"Don't do anything reckless. You've just woken up and your body hasn't fully recovered yet. If you really want to do that kind of thing, wait until you're fully recovered," Yumiko said, swatting away Ishihara Akira's playful hand.

"I wonder who it was that tried to play tricks on me while I was unconscious," Ishihara Akira chuckled.

“I told you, I’m helping you clean up,” Yumiko emphasized.

Let's just pretend it's true.

"What do you mean by 'as if'? That's what it is all along," Yumiko said irritably.

"Could you clean it up for me again now?"

"Didn't I say we have to wait until you've recovered?"

“I’m not talking about a big process that requires two people to work together, but rather something like cleaning, like you said before, using it or something to help me,” Ishihara Akira said, pointing at Emiko’s hand and mouth.

"Can't you just bear with it for a little while?"

"When you're full and warm, you think of other things. Now that I'm full and warm, and I have such a beautiful woman like you by my side, how could I not miss you?"

"...I really can't do anything with you, go lie down."

"I knew it, Yumiko is the best."

……

In short, after one night, the next day arrived.

After Yumiko went to work, Ishihara Akira finally got out of bed, went into the bathroom to wash up, ate the breakfast that Yumiko had prepared for him, changed his clothes, and headed back to the temple.

"Are you home?" On the way, Ishihara Akira called his friend A.

"No, what's wrong?" Friend A replied.

"I was just about to go over, but since you're not home, I'll skip it and go over later."

"Don't come over tonight either, I'm not in Nagoya right now."

"Where are you then?"

"Tokyo."

"Tokyo? What are you going there for?"

Chapter 108 Investigation

“I decided to become a streamer, but after a few attempts I just couldn’t find the right ideas, so I found a streamer online and wanted him to teach me. I came to Tokyo this time to meet him and learn from him,” Friend A explained.

"Is the other party male or female?" Ishihara Akira asked, frowning.

"Of course it's a woman. I know you men all too well. You're not very capable, but you're all incredibly possessive. So, to avoid any misunderstandings, I've always chosen women as my targets. So don't worry," Friend A replied casually, as if he knew men very well.

"...Then remember to turn on the video when you see her." Ishihara Akira was silent for a while, but finally made the request.

After all, he had spent money on her. If his friend A went out and fooled around with other men during this time, even if he had no feelings for her, he would still be very unhappy.

Just as my friend A said, a man's possessiveness, like a woman's greed, is a very terrible selfish emotion.

"You don't believe me?" Friend A raised his voice and questioned.

“It’s not that I don’t want to believe you, but there are just too many female scammers online. Besides, you said you met her online. How do you know she’s definitely a woman in real life? After all, the internet is so advanced these days; even dogs can sit across from a screen and chat with people, let alone others.” Ishihara Akira wasn’t stupid; he changed his perspective and explained.

“Okay then, we’ll get in touch after I see him.” Friend A thought about it and realized that was indeed the case, so he softened his tone and agreed.

"Row."

After hanging up the phone, Ishihara Akira paused for a moment, then turned and headed towards the gym he had found on his phone the day before, a gym where Indian yoga teachers personally taught yoga practice.

That's right, there are yoga studios in Nagoya with Indian women working there!

Instead of what Ishihara Sho initially thought, that such a place could only be found in Tokyo.

But then again, it makes sense. Nagoya is one of the most important cities in Japan’s third largest economic zone after Tokyo and Kyoto. It’s adjacent to Osaka, and the number of foreigners living there is actually no less than in the other two places. It’s just that the pace of life isn’t as intense as in Tokyo, where it feels like you’re being chased by a dog.

Therefore, during the period of Japan's economic boom in the late 80s, it also attracted a lot of foreign immigrants and settlers!

This process of reproduction and growth has shaped the current urban landscape of Nagoya.

It's just that it's quite far from where Ishihara Akira is currently, and you need to take several subway lines to get there.

Fortunately, it didn't take much effort, so after about 20 minutes, Ishihara Akira found the place—a building with a front facade entirely inlaid with huge floor-to-ceiling windows, making it easy to see the interior decoration and the area where members exercise.

There were faint figures moving around on the second floor, which shows how bustling the place is with people and customers.

Then Ishihara Akira opened the door and walked in, going straight to the service desk next to him.

"Welcome, how can I help you?" the receptionist greeted, getting up to greet you.

"Does this teacher teach here?" Ishihara Akira took out his phone, found the search page and the photo on it, zoomed in and showed it to the receptionist to ask.

"It's Teacher Aishwarya. She does indeed offer basic and advanced yoga classes here. Would you like to register?" the receptionist asked expectantly.

"Is she at the clubhouse now?" Ishihara Akira didn't answer, but continued to ask at his own pace.

"No. Teacher Aishwarya only comes in the afternoon and evening," the receptionist said, shaking her head.

"What time does she usually arrive in the afternoon?" Ishihara Akira continued to ask.

"Around 2:30. Since Aishwarya's class starts at 3:00, we usually come a little earlier to prepare."

"Okay, I'll come back this afternoon."

"Okay." The receptionist maintained her smile and watched Ishihara Akira leave the clubhouse.

"What's so great about Teacher Aishwarya? There are men who want her too..." The receptionist sat back down in her chair and muttered under her breath, somewhat annoyed.

Clearly, he regarded Ishihara Sho as Aishwarya's suitor.

Ishihara Akira didn't hear any of this, and even if he had, he wouldn't have paid any attention to it. He sighed to himself, "What a day! Everything's going wrong." He then started walking again, heading towards his friend A's apartment.

Although Friend A is not at home now, but in Tokyo, the bricks that make up the dream world are not only Friend A, but also the residents around him. So if you want to know if the changes in your dream world have affected reality, you just need to ask the residents around you.

So after some time, Ishihara Akira reappeared near Friend A's apartment.

Ishihara Akira looked around but didn't see any passersby. He then turned and entered the apartment building where his friend A's apartment was located. Following the information he had noted down when he pulled people into the dream, he knocked on the door of one of the apartments.

"Ta-da!"

"Splash, snap..."

A woman's face peeked out from a doorway about the size of a fist that had been opened.

Who are you looking for?

Without wasting words, Ishihara Akira unleashed his mental power, controlling the other person's consciousness and making them open the door. He then slipped into the woman's house.

"Are you home alone?" Ishihara Akira walked into the living room and sat down like the host, asking the woman who had just returned after locking the door.

"Yes." The woman nodded.

"Have you heard anything unusual happening around here recently?" Ishihara Akane nodded, not bothering to ask where her husband was, and went straight to the point about the real purpose of their visit.

"Something unusual?" The woman tilted her head, indicating that she didn't quite understand.

"For example, information that sounds like rumors, such as someone dying somewhere, someone suddenly becoming a vegetable, or someone encountering a ghost somewhere, should have been circulated on the bulletin board of your Wives' Association, right?" Ishihara Akira reminded.

As for the Wives' Association, as the name suggests, it is a community organization that is joined by married or some single women in a nearby area.

After all, Japanese housewives lead very simple, even monotonous, lives. Besides taking care of their children at home, they watch TV dramas, unlike housewives in China who spend their days surfing the internet, playing mahjong, or dancing in public squares. They don't even have enough time in a day.

This has led to the creation of organizations that make it easier for stay-at-home housewives to stay informed about the latest happenings around them, increase communication, and provide opportunities for interaction.

The bulletin board was used by the wives to pass on messages. It was about the size of an iPad, but not electronic. It was just a white writing board. The owner would write down the information he knew on it and then pass it on to the wives in the neighborhood. One person passed it on to the other, spreading the message to the wives in the surrounding area.

It can be described as a breeding ground for rumors and gossip.

"Yes," the woman replied after a moment's thought.

Chapter 109 Influence

"They say there was a mass death incident in a neighborhood two blocks away. There were four victims who had no connection with each other, but they all died suddenly on the same day without any apparent reason, as if they were supposed to die at that time," the woman began to recount.

"And in another apartment near that apartment, two people suddenly suffered brain death and became vegetative. Oh, by the way, the residents of both apartments where the incidents occurred said that they had the same dream in those few days, in which a ghost broke into their home and attacked them."

"However, some people say that we encountered a monster. In short, there are many different opinions, which has caused widespread panic and has not calmed down even now."

"Anything else?" Nodding, Ishihara Akira continued to ask.

"Oh, and also, the urban legend of the Slit-Mouthed Woman from twenty years ago has resurfaced, attacking several passersby at night and causing a great stir and panic. However, after the police investigation, it was discovered that it was Mr. Hanada, who lives in the apartment building on the street. The police's reasoning was that Mr. Hanada suffered from a mental illness due to life and stress, and believed that he was the Slit-Mouthed Woman, so he disguised himself as her and attacked the passersby he saw. We don't know if it's true or not."

"However, since Mr. Hanada was arrested by the police, there haven't been any more incidents of passersby being attacked here recently."

"Anything else?" Ishihara Akira continued to nod and ask.

"Another thing is that everyone has been having nightmares lately, and the scenarios are all very similar. They either encounter attacks from the living dead or are chased by soldiers from the Warring States period. Everyone thinks they are possessed, so they are planning to ask the priests of the nearby shrines and the abbots of the temples to come and help purify the situation, to see if it can improve the situation."

Is there anything else?

"No, that's all." The woman shook her head.

Therefore, it is evident that although the anomalies in the dream world have affected reality, they are not as serious as Ishihara Sho initially imagined. They only cause more nightmares. At most, a slit-mouthed woman, created by some unknown person's subconscious fantasy and dream fragments, has escaped and, through the link between the dream world and reality—humanity itself—has performed an act similar to possession, taking over the body of the man named Hanada and controlling him to commit several acts of harm.