Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

"I think I can do it too!" Father Tony was infected by Tom's words. After accidentally stumbling into that underground bar for men only, they had completely given up on the Red Light District. But by contrast, the vast city of New York offered them so few choices. It was either call for a door-to-door service or take the initiative. The former was too expensive... As for the latter, that was happening right now. Father Tony and Tom exchanged glances, both sporting the same mysterious smile. "I think we're wearing too many clothes." "That's why I've already started taking mine off." "You know, it's damn exciting." As the words fell, Father Tony and Tom each started looking for their targets. This was a reckless party. People clapped for love and sang praises for freedom. If mutual attraction was there, then everything was okay. Although the party hadn't officially started yet and the host hadn't appeared, quite a few men and women had already gathered in huddles, whispering amongst themselves. Tom was bolder than Father Tony. He quickly got mixed up with three white women, occasionally telling them spicy jokes that made them giggle continuously. He was just one step away from scoring. And Father Tony too began to look for his own prospect. He walked up to a white woman smoking a cigarette, and briskly swept his hair back from his cheeks as he said, "Hello, I'm Tony. Interested in making a new friend?" The woman blew a smoke ring and said with disdain, "I'm not interested in getting to know some old guy who could be my father. Try hitting on someone else." Father Tony's eyelids twitched wildly. Are the elderly not entitled to love nowadays? He snorted coldly and turned away. Young people are so shallow... But what followed... Father Tony was dealt a harsh reality check; none of the younger women were interested in him, citing his age as the issue. Even though the party was unconventional, most people's preferences remained conventional. Father Tony was left with no choice but to sit lonely in a corner of the sofa, watching enviously as his good pal Tom was already surrounded by arms, "If I were twenty years younger, I'd definitely be more popular than Tom." His tone was sour. Envious and resentful. He couldn't help but think bitterly, "I was too hasty this time. Next time, I'll definitely dye my hair, get a facelift, put on some makeup, and maybe even change my name. Then I refuse to believe I still can't get with these younger women." "Damn it, Tom was right." "We should have made them divorcees." It has to be said, the longer Father Tony followed Tom, the more thoroughly his faith seemed to erode. This shameless thought had only deepened in Father Tony's mind after a mere suggestion from Tom. He even had an action plan ready. But just then, Father Tony suddenly noticed some strange symbols on the walls and the ceiling of the party. They looked a bit like the eyes of some animal. But the pupils were very large, and the eyelids looked incredibly deep. Empty and vast. At once, Father Tony frowned and began to recall carefully. "I feel like I've seen this pattern somewhere." "It's somewhat similar to the Veda Sect... but not quite, the Veda Sect uses the hexagram, and it's not the Satanic Cult either." "Am I overthinking it? Is it just that this type of party is weird?" His instincts as a clergyman told Father Tony that there was something abnormal about this place. But ironically, he couldn't pinpoint what was off. And as for cult organizations in New York, there were only those people from the Veda Sect. Now that the Veda Sect was completely done for, it couldn't possibly be some other Cult organization, could it? Father Tony shook his head secretly, "I'm really overthinking it. What kind of Cult organization would throw a party like this? If that were the case, its members are having too good a time." The temptation of getting it for free every day could not be resisted by just anyone. Thinking to himself, Father Tony watched as Tom took two Caucasian women to the corner and quickly began to undress. His technique was extremely skilled. He clicked his tongue in amazement. "I was wondering how he got the invitation so fast, turns out he's a regular..." Suddenly. The lights on the party's ceiling flickered. The spotlight focused on one point. A woman clad in a black mink coat, with heavy makeup, sashayed over. She looked to be around forty years old. But her makeup was well done, giving her an exceptional charm. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is our eightieth party this year, but I have some bad news. From now on, our parties will be held under a real-name membership system." "If you all still want to continue attending the parties, to enjoy freedom and happiness, you can choose to join us." As she spoke, the woman extended her index finger, making a shushing gesture to her lips. All eyes were on the middle-aged woman. Father Tony included. He thought to himself while watching, "Join as a member? Is it that upscale?" Only Tom in the corner was diligently at work, not wishing to spare any attention. The middle-aged woman noticed there were two new faces in the crowd, her eyes carrying an unexplained meaning. Especially lingering on Father Tony for a second. She said, "It seems we have some fresh faces at our party, won't you introduce yourselves?" Upon hearing this, The rest turned to look at Father Tony. As for Tom, who was hard at work, it didn't seem like he had time for any self-introductions. With so many eyes on him, Father Tony coughed awkwardly and said, "Mm... my name is Tony Keanu Reeves, I'm a priest from the North Brook District, if there are any followers of the church here, you can find me for a deeper conversation." The crowd burst into laughter at that statement. The middle-aged woman, barely holding back her amusement, said with an indistinct tone, "Hello Father Tony, although I am not a church follower, I think we can have a deeper conversation." At that moment, Everyone showed a hint of intrigue. They didn't know much about the organizer of the party, but they were aware she was very wealthy, a definite rich widow. But to their surprise, she seemed interested in an elderly man of only sixty. Wasn't this a bit too much? Father Tony was ecstatic, realizing the woman had that kind of taste... "Let's go, let's have that talk right now!" He couldn't wait. The middle-aged woman gave a mysterious smile, then took Father Tony by the hand and led him to a room upstairs at the party. Meanwhile, Tom was still buried in his hard work. A few minutes later, Upstairs... Father Tony had already stripped off his clothes. He lay on the bed, face full of excitement, watching the middle-aged woman slowly slide off her dress. She gave a small smile and let her dress fall completely. "You can call me Emily." Father Tony replied absentmindedly, "Mm-hmm, nice to meet you, Emily, let's get started right away." Emily nodded and turned her back to him, beginning to unfasten her strapless. But just as she turned, Father Tony's face became extremely animated. He saw on Emily's back, an eye pattern. And finally, he remembered what that eye pattern stood for. "Umm... I almost forgot to bring a condom, let me get some from my friend, just wait for me a moment," he stammered. With her back to him, Emily said in confusion, "There's no need, I'm on my safe period today." Father Tony quickly got dressed and said, "No, no, no... I'm sick... I might infect you." Upon hearing this, Emily's face turned green... Seducing Father Tony had just been a chance encounter, but her intentions were not simple, yet she hadn't expected this doddering old man to be carrying a disease... Really?