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The meaning of Banrada is to try to persuade Mr. Qian to leave the temple; otherwise, when someone arrives later, it might cause misunderstandings. I was slightly taken aback and asked what to do if he was unwilling to leave.
Banrada said, "Are you stupid? Make it sound serious. Tell him that if he doesn't leave, there's a ninety-nine percent chance that the person in the coffin will die, and he should get lost quickly!"
It was clear that this fat man was already anxious, and his tone was no longer as polite as before. At that moment, I quickly ran over to Mr. Qian and told him that Long Po Ta had discovered an external evil invading his father's body during the chanting process. After opening the coffin earlier, it was confirmed that it might be a form of Resentment, which was related to him. I urged him to think carefully about whether there had been any serious misunderstandings with his father that he had kept buried in his heart.
Mr. Qian paused for a moment, thought for a long time, and replied, "Indeed, there are some misunderstandings, mostly related to business. My father previously disagreed with expanding into the mainland, believing that the situation there was too complicated and required a lot of manpower and resources to establish a foothold. Our previous development direction mainly focused on Europe and America; my father felt that investing too much in the mainland could jeopardize family stability. At that time, I had already taken over as chairman of the group, so I didn't listen to him and directly passed this resolution at the board meeting. My father fainted from anger then and was later diagnosed with cancer. However, our development in the mainland has been quite good in the past two years; he shouldn't still..."
"What do you understand by Resentment?" I interrupted him and said, "It's about complaints and grievances. Your father is not angry about whether the resolution succeeded or not; he's upset because as his son, you did not show enough respect! This is a matter of Chinese ethics and relationships; having lived abroad since childhood, you probably don't understand the feelings of the older generation. On the surface, your misunderstandings may seem resolved, but he has always kept them in his heart. Now with this Resentment weighing on him, even Long Po Ta's blessings cannot have much effect. The master suggests you wait outside the temple first; he needs to eliminate your father's Resentment before continuing with the prayers."
After hearing this, Mr. Qian did not hesitate much and nodded in agreement. Watching him leave the hall filled me with joy; I couldn't help but feel proud of what I had just said.
With no outsiders around, Banrada dropped his pretense and ran over to ask how I managed to say that. I recounted my exact words, and the fat man looked at me in surprise for a long while before saying, "You really can't judge a book by its cover; looking at your honest and gentle appearance, I didn't expect you to be so cunning."
I didn't have time to feel proud about that; I asked him when his hired help would arrive since we were already at the Thai border—wouldn't it take seven or eight hours for them to get here? Banrada reassured me, "Don't worry; there are other Ajan near the Golden Triangle. I found a Black Sorcerer from Myanmar who is not far from here in Shan State; he should arrive in about ten minutes."
I still felt uneasy and asked, "Is he reliable? What if he comes here and spends half a day without being able to resolve anything? Besides, I don't understand how you plan to handle this matter since he's already dead; you can't possibly bring him back to life."
Banrada blinked his eyes mysteriously and said, "That's exactly what we need—to bring him back to life and make sure he lives a little longer so we can earn some extra money!"
I was taken aback; could someone really be brought back to life? How could that be possible... However, no matter how much I asked, Banrada refused to say another word.
After a while, there was a knocking sound from behind. Long Po Ta walked over, opened the back door, and welcomed a man dressed in black. The man appeared to be in his forties or fifties, with a dark complexion covered in various tattoos, and several rings hanging from his lips.
Banrada approached and greeted the man, explaining the situation. The man had a cold expression; after listening, he walked over to the coffin and took a look. The lid had already been lifted, and Old Tycoon was long dead without a trace of life. Unless a celestial being descended, no one could bring him back to life. I curiously observed the man, trying to understand why Banrada had such confidence in resolving this matter.
Perhaps sensing my gaze, the man looked up at me with indifferent yet sharp eyes. He emanated an unsettling aura that made it difficult to maintain eye contact. Banrada hurriedly introduced me, saying I was a child of a Good Friend who came to broaden my horizons.
The man opened his mouth and spoke for a while. Banrada frowned and took about five minutes before he began to respond.
After some conversation, Banrada pulled me away to a more distant spot. Noticing his respectful demeanor towards the man, I asked about his background. Banrada shrugged and whispered an introduction.
This Black Robed Mage was named Barulan. His father was once a drug lord in the Golden Triangle, while his mother was a woman sold from Africa. Women here held very low status and were often treated like commodities. Barulan's mother unexpectedly became pregnant, but the drug lord still sold her off. After Barulan was born, he once sought out his father with his mother, but the drug lord looked down on them and drove them away with a beating.
A woman with a child was unwanted; even if someone wanted her, it would be those of low status. Not wanting to live such a life any longer, Barulan's mother used her hard-earned savings to take her child back to Africa.
After living in Africa for over twenty years, Barulan's mother fell ill. During that time, Barulan sought out his father for money for treatment. However, the drug lord had a beloved wife and children and cared little for this illegitimate child. Barulan's mother died due to lack of funds for treatment.
From then on, Barulan harbored deep hatred for his drug lord father. He learned local sorcery in Africa and then quietly infiltrated Myanmar to study under the local Black-Clad Achan. Two years ago, he used a particularly vicious form of Evil Arts to torture his father to death. No one knew what kind of sorcery it was, but all the Ajan summoned could not break it.
This man possessed sorcery from both regions and differed greatly from the local Ajan; his Evil Arts were even harder to guard against. Banrada knew him because a jade merchant from Myanmar had once hired Barulan to resolve some trouble. However, this mixed-race Black Sorcerer had an eccentric personality and was very cold-blooded; if an employer displeased him, he might even turn hostile immediately. If it weren't for this matter involving a wealthy family, Banrada wouldn't have wanted to hire him.
Just then, Barulan pulled out a small skull from his pocket that looked like it was made from an infant's head. However, unlike that, it was connected to a long spine wrapped with black rope. Around the skull were several shiny gemstones embedded on either side.
Barulan held this bone artifact like a staff and forcefully plunged it into the coffin. I nearly cried out in shock; with that strength of his, he might just puncture Old Tycoon! Banrada quickly covered my mouth, shot me a glare, and whispered urgently, "Don't cause trouble; he hates it when someone moves around while he's working."
I dared not speak much, only watching as Barulan released the Bone Staff and began to dance around the coffin. His movements were strange, sometimes resembling a folk ritual dance, and at other times appearing like a serious performance. The Invocation Spell he muttered was unclear to me, and I couldn't comprehend it.
While dancing, Barulan pulled out a small bottle containing a deep green liquid from his pocket. He leaned over the coffin, seemingly intending to pour the contents into Old Tycoon's mouth or onto his body. I faintly caught a whiff of a light fragrance that was quite enchanting. However, Banrada was very cautious, covering his nose with a look of disdain for the smell. This chubby man seemed to know more than I did, so I followed suit and covered my nose to reduce my exposure to the fragrance in the air.
After pouring out the contents, Barulan raised both hands and shouted loudly, making sounds akin to those of ghosts. It was then that I noticed various bells and metal rings hanging from his wrists, clattering together and producing a cacophony of noise.
At that moment, a wave of Yin Qi suddenly emerged, startling me. I instinctively grasped the White Olive Amulet around my neck. As I held the amulet, a warm power surged within me, significantly easing my sense of panic.
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