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I was taken aback; this chubby guy must be from Thailand, right? His Chinese was even better than mine...
They weren't very interested in buying Amulets; the main reason for coming here was to witness Ajan's methods firsthand, preferably to see how the so-called little ghosts were made. Knowing this, the man who called himself Banrada, a quarter Chinese fat guy, immediately said, "No problem! I happen to know a Black-Clad Achan. Oh, he's the most notorious sorcerer in Thailand; he can make any little ghost you want. What kind do you want to see?"
"Something thrilling!" an excited voice chimed in. We all turned around to see Fourth Brother Hu Xiaoyi's face turn bright red. When he noticed us looking at him, he lowered his head and weakly added, "Something gentle would be fine too..."
I couldn't help but laugh and said, "What do you think this is, a brothel?"
Fatty Banlada added, "A brothel? That's fine too! As long as you pay, even a transgender person can be arranged!"
I turned back and stared at him in disbelief. Was this guy really a Closed Door Disciple of Long Por Kun? How did it sound like he was pimping? Do Thai monks really do that?
Seeing me staring at him, Banrada chuckled and said, "Some bar owners also buy Amulets from my master, so I know them. By the way, let me call Ajan and ask about seeing the little ghost."
Before we could respond, he pulled out his phone, dialed a few numbers, and started mumbling in Thai. Although I had been to Thailand before, I didn't understand a word he was saying. After a few seconds, the fat guy suddenly became animated; he shouted a few phrases before his tone calmed down again.
After hanging up, he wiped the sweat off his forehead and made a helpless expression at me. "The situation has not been good lately; too many people want to raise little ghosts for protection. Ajan is overwhelmed and doesn't want to take on such small jobs. I told him that everyone here is my brother; you don't have to do it for others, but since my brothers want to see it, you must help! Eventually, Ajan agreed to demonstrate making a type of little ghost for you all. That little ghost is called Ling Gui Tu Pai Ying; it's quite complicated to make. Ajan wants thirty thousand Thai Baht for it, but I managed to get it down to twenty thousand for you. Still, I'm also of Chinese descent; how can I let him charge you too much?"
Hearing this made me feel a bit emotional; indeed, it's always fellow countrymen who genuinely help each other in foreign lands.
However, twenty thousand Thai Baht converted to Renminbi was still about four or five thousand yuan at that time. This price was quite high for Zhang Qichao and the others. They had already spent quite a bit on their round-trip flight; if they spent another few thousand yuan on a little ghost to take home, they would surely be scolded by their families!
Seeing their troubled expressions, Fatty Banlada waved his hand grandly and said, "Alright! I'll take charge—fifteen thousand Thai Baht! If Ajan isn't willing, I'll cover the five thousand myself; after all, we are fellow countrymen!"
With that said, what else could we refuse? Fifteen thousand Thai Baht, divided among four people, isn't much at all. Zhang Qichao and the others were eager to witness Ajan's methods, so they immediately agreed and expressed their gratitude to Fatty Banlada for his loyalty.
We then followed Fatty Banlada as he led us to Ajan's home. The fat man said that Ajan lived nearby and that we could walk there, leaving the car and the guide behind. It turned out he considered Gai to be the guide, which was a trivial detail I didn't bother to correct. I just asked Gai to wait for a moment and promised to return quickly.
Before long, we arrived at another alley, which was much cleaner than the place where Ajan Dong lived. The fat man guided us forward, saying, "Azan Hongsha is very easygoing; if you have any questions, feel free to ask him."
The door of the house was wide open, and there was no one guarding it. Upon entering, we saw a man in black sitting on a yellow mat, holding a piece of black soil and chanting with his eyes closed. The fat man lowered his voice intentionally and told us, "Master Azan Hongsha is currently blessing the Ghost Soil; please wait a moment."
Zhang Qichao asked, "What is Ghost Soil?"
The fat man explained, "When people here die and are troubled by vengeful spirits, they will ask Achan to perform a ritual. Achan places a lump of soil on the corpse's chest and chants sutras for a month before taking it away. This soil absorbs all the Yin Qi and Resentment from the body; it is specifically used for creating small ghosts as Yin Liao."
Zhang Qichao instinctively glanced at me, seemingly asking if this was true. I had no idea whether it was true or not, so I pretended not to see.
After about ten minutes, the man in black, who appeared to be around forty years old, opened his eyes. He glanced at us and then shouted a few words at the fat man. The fat man hurried over and whispered something in his ear. The man nodded, set aside the black soil he was holding, and then performed a gesture of greeting towards us with both hands together.
We all dared not be careless and returned the greeting in kind. The fat man came over and said, "I've already spoken with Ajan; you are allowed to observe throughout the process. As for the price, it will be as I mentioned earlier."
"You're not going to make me pay extra, are you?" Liang Xi asked somewhat awkwardly.
The fat man waved his hand dismissively and said, "We're all compatriots; let's not talk about money all the time; it's meaningless."
In our eyes, he was indeed that kind of person who treated money like dirt. I couldn't help but feel that he truly was a disciple of a High Monk; his awareness was high and he wasn't greedy at all!
Azan Hongsha got off the mat and brought some items in front of him before starting to create small ghosts. He first pressed the black soil into a round shape on the ground and then sprinkled some powdered substance on top. The fat man stood beside him as a professional commentator: "What he just sprinkled is Mind Control Powder. Now Ajan will wrap the ashes and bone fragments with Ghost Soil. Look how skilled he is; this type of small ghost can attract wealth, protect lives, bring romance, and promote family harmony—it's multifunctional and sells particularly well. Do you know Li Zekai? He's the son of Chinese billionaire Li Ka-shing; last year he wanted to buy Ling Gui Tu Pai Ying from Azan Hongsha, but Ajan Master was busy making Amulets for the Singapore Deputy Prime Minister at that time and didn't pay him any attention."
We were taken aback; it turned out that Azan Hongsha was quite impressive, truly not to be judged by appearances!
At that moment, Azan Hongsha picked up a bottle containing a dark yellow liquid, and the chubby guy immediately said, "Do you know what that is? It's Corpse Oil collected from the chin of a dead person! It's particularly difficult to obtain; you have to use a candle to heat the chin for two days and nights, and you can only get one drop a day. It's very precious! That's why this little ghost is so powerful!"
We were once again astonished; it was incredible!
Then, Azan Hongsha shaped the Ghost Soil that had been smeared with Corpse Oil into a human form. He picked up a piece of paper and drew complex lines on it with a crimson pen. The chubby guy explained that this was a Spell used for summoning spirits. Azan Hongsha tied the talisman onto the Ghost Soil with red thread and then applied Gold Paint. Soon, a beautifully crafted golden clay figurine appeared before us. Azan Hongsha held it in his hands and began to chant incantations with his eyes closed.
The chubby guy said, "Ajan needs to chant scriptures for empowerment; not everyone gets to experience this, so you all better close your eyes and feel it."
He spoke with such seriousness that we all believed him and closed our eyes. Whether it was psychological or not, after closing my eyes, I indeed felt much calmer and more at ease. After a while, the chubby guy told us to open our eyes and said, "The Ling Gui Tu Pai Ying is ready; who wants to come up and request it?"
Zhang Qichao and the others exchanged glances, hesitating. I had previously mentioned the dangers of summoning little ghosts, which made them wary. Watching someone else summon a little ghost was one thing; bringing one back oneself was another. The three of them pushed each other back and forth, unwilling to step forward. I was puzzled. My Second Uncle had told me that summoning little ghosts usually required Ajan to chant for months or even over a year; the shortest time would be at least one or two weeks. How long had this Ling Gui Tu Pai Ying been empowered? Just a few minutes?
However, considering what the chubby guy said about even the Singapore Deputy Prime Minister seeking out Azan Hongsha, perhaps he was indeed capable of shortening the empowerment time.
Seeing that none of the older guys wanted to make the request, I asked, "Is it possible not to request it now and just take it back?"
The chubby guy replied, "That's fine; it's no big deal. In the future, anyone who wants to use it can just take it for worship."
Zhang Qichao immediately ran over, ready to take the Ling Gui Tu Pai Ying. However, Azan Hongsha suddenly pulled his hand back and shouted loudly. We didn't understand what he said, but seeing his serious expression startled us all, and we quickly looked at the chubby guy. The chubby guy's face also turned grim as he said, "You think you can just take things without even giving Ajan any money?"
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