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"Fake Amulet?" the Fat Daoist said with a puzzled expression. "That's impossible. My brother is sincere and honest, known in the village for his kindness. How could he deceive you? There must be some mistake on your part that made the Amulet problematic. Tell me what you bought and how it turned out to be fake."
I briefly explained the situation regarding the Ling Gui Tu Pai Ying and said, "It clearly has no spirit, yet he told me it was a genuine little ghost. Isn't that deceiving? If my family didn't also sell Amulets, I would have really been fooled."
The Fat Daoist chuckled and said, "That's where you're wrong, my friend."
I exclaimed in displeasure, "How is this my fault? Should I blame myself for being blind and not seeing that he was deceiving me?"
The Fat Daoist shook his head and asked, "Let me ask you, don't all Amulets require offerings?"
I replied, "Yes."
He continued, "If they are not offered to for a long time, the spirits inside will automatically disappear or lose their power, right?"
I nodded in agreement with his statement.
The Fat Daoist said, "So how can you say he deceived you? You bought the Ling Gui Tu Pai Ying and left it without offerings for so long; the spirit inside must have left. So this is your fault!"
I countered, "My family noticed long ago that there was no spirit. How could it have disappeared so quickly?"
"Just like liquids: a basin of water left in a room for a year might still have most of it left, but a basin of gasoline will evaporate quickly. So how do you know that all spirits can exist for a long time?" the Fat Daoist explained.
I instinctively wanted to argue back, but his reasoning was so sound that I found myself speechless. Upon reflection, perhaps it really was our failure to offer timely offerings that caused the spirit to vanish... Banrada's attitude was very sincere; if he were a fraud, why would he easily reduce our costs by so much? Based on this reasoning, I slowly began to lean towards believing that it was my own fault that the Ling Gui Tu Pai Ying had turned into an ordinary clay sculpture.
The Fat Daoist patted my shoulder and said, "Little brother, do you feel guilty for thinking you were wronged? Don't worry; my brother is very magnanimous and won't hold it against you. But he is truly reliable; if you want to buy an Amulet in the future, you can find him. His prices are absolutely fair and honest!"
The last eight words sounded vaguely familiar, but I didn't think much of it. At this point, the restaurant boss had already brought over the money. I glanced at it and estimated there was about one or two thousand yuan. I then asked what had happened here and about the identity of the Fat Daoist.
The Fat Daoist patted his chest and proudly said, "I am the Closed Door Disciple of the previous generation's Master of Longhu Mountain! I excel in the Maoshan Exorcism Technique. The restaurant has been haunted by vengeful spirits, but I have already used my spiritual sword to take care of them."
I felt a deep respect; he was indeed the Closed Door Disciple of the Master of Longhu Mountain, how impressive! But are people from Longhu Mountain skilled in the Maoshan Exorcism Technique? Isn't that associated with the Maoshan Sect?
The Fat Daoist's eyes shifted, and he explained, "I am a junior disciple of the Maoshan Sect's Master. We met by chance while traveling and became close friends. He taught me the Heaven and Earth Boundless Eight Desolations Six Harmonies Ghost-Driving Technique, which can drive away ghosts and spirits effortlessly! So, strictly speaking, I can consider myself half a disciple of the Maoshan Sect."
I admired him even more; it turned out he had received true teachings from the Maoshan Sect. No wonder he exuded an air of expertise. Although he was a bit overweight, his confident demeanor overshadowed that flaw.
The Fat Daoist pocketed the money and handed me a business card, saying that if I encountered any strange occurrences at home, I could contact him.
As always, his prices were fair and honest!
I treasured this card; such a remarkable person is hard to come by. I quickly put it away. After sending off the Fat Daoist, I returned to the private room where Qin Senior Sister asked why I had talked to someone for so long—was he an acquaintance? I proudly replied that he was a master of Daoist Arts, and we hit it off immediately.
Zheng Xuejie’s eyes lit up as she asked what Daoist Arts were. Was it like what they portrayed on TV, capable of moving mountains and overturning seas?
I seriously told her, "Daoist Arts are sacred; they are fundamental to our nation. Have you heard that even our capital is laid out according to Feng Shui principles? We must hold great respect for such masters and not speak carelessly or make wild guesses!"
Liang Xi wiped his mouth after finishing a bowl of spicy soup and asked why the Fat Daoist looked so familiar. I explained that his twin brother was the one who sold us the Ling Gui Tu Pai Ying, so of course he looked familiar. Liang Xi exclaimed that wasn't that person a fraud! I shot him a glare and said, "How do you know that all Daoist Priests are frauds? It was our own mistakes that turned a good spirit into waste. If you see him again, you must not say such things."
Liang Xi responded with an "oh" and didn't say anything further.
After dinner, we all went to a bar to unwind. The Senior Sisters were dancing wildly in the dance floor like blooming wild chrysanthemums. Hu Xiaoyi wanted to sneak away but was dragged into the dance floor by several Senior Sisters. Seeing him standing pale among a group of beautiful women, unsure where to place his legs, made me laugh heartily.
We didn’t return to school until nearly eleven o'clock.
I don't know how Qin Senior Sister and the others got past the Dormitory Matron, but on our side in the boys' dormitory, thanks to Second Uncle's previous arrangements, the Dormitory Supervisor acted as if he didn’t see us at all.
Once back in our room, Hu Xiaoyi, who had been forced to drink several cups by the Senior Sisters, collapsed onto his bed mumbling incoherently about "no" and "stop," while Liang Xi snored loudly like thunder. Still unable to shake off my relaxed mood and unable to sleep, I rummaged through my suitcase for Fatty Banlada's business card.
In the corridor, I dialed the number on the business card. After a few rings, the call was answered by a man's voice: "Who is this? Calling so late."
Although it had been a long time, I immediately recognized the voice and said, "I bought your little ghost before, a Ling Gui Tu Pai Ying, remember? Back then, a few of us classmates were together, and you even helped plead with Azan Hongsha to give us a discount."
Upon hearing this, Banrada seemed to recall and responded with a couple of "ohs." Just as he was about to speak, I suddenly heard a woman's voice on the phone, sounding somewhat pained yet also amused. I was puzzled; Fatty Banlada was a disciple of the High Monk, and logically speaking, he should be a monk as well. Why would he be with a woman at this hour? Banrada explained it well: "There's a poor woman who fell ill, and I'm helping her with an injection."
The woman giggled and said, "Doctor, your needle is so fine; it might take several more shots for me to get better!"
She was still a Chinese woman… speaking Mandarin much better than I could. I felt some doubt but couldn't be sure. What if he really was giving her an injection? One shouldn't judge a monk by ordinary standards!
I expressed my intention to purchase an Amulet, or rather, to collaborate. He would supply the goods while I handled sales. To increase my credibility, I mentioned meeting his twin brother earlier that day, the former leader of Longhu Mountain, Closed Door Disciple. Banrada coughed a few times on the phone, seeming somewhat uncomfortable. After a while, he said, "Hmm, yes, that's my brother. He's a good person. If you encounter any strange matters that you can't resolve in the future, make sure to find him; his prices are fair and honest!"
Suddenly, I remembered why those eight words sounded so familiar; they must be twins using the same lines.
Regarding my request, Banrada said there was no problem but that he was currently busy and would need a few days to make a decision about the Amulet. He asked what kind of Amulet I wanted and if I had any special requirements. I still had some doubts in my mind, so I cleverly said that for now, only one client wanted an Amulet for protection, preferably one that could change her luck since she had recently gone through some bad experiences.
Banrada replied, "No problem; leave it to me. Once I'm done with things here, I'll contact you right away."
After hanging up the phone, I couldn't help but hum a tune. Did Second Uncle really think that not supplying me would stop everything? He surely didn't expect that I still had an old acquaintance! Hmph! Once I made big money, let's see if he still has the nerve to speak!
Having resolved matters with Zheng Xuejie, the burden on my heart had lifted significantly. My mood brightened; I even felt that there was nothing in this world that could defeat me!
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