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The Yin Qi swirled around the coffin like a wandering spirit. Barulan extended his hand, which had sharp nails, and kept slapping the air. After about half a minute, he grabbed the Bone Staff with both hands and struck the skull against the coffin with force.
Even from five or six meters away, I could hear a loud bang, likely from hitting Old Tycoon's forehead. The repeated strikes made it seem like he was beating a corpse...
Suddenly, the Yin Qi that I had just felt surged into the coffin. Immediately after, Banrada and I heard thumping sounds as the coffin shook continuously. Barulan held the Bone Staff and muttered incantations. To my shock, I saw that the long-deceased Old Tycoon slowly sat up from the coffin.
In contrast to my astonishment, Banrada's face lit up with joy as he exclaimed, "It worked!"
After sitting up, Old Tycoon placed his hands on either side of the coffin and gradually stood up. His movements were steady, appearing no different from an ordinary elderly man. But I knew he was dead; there was no way he could come back to life!
Barulan kept the Bone Staff pressed against Old Tycoon's forehead until he crawled out of the coffin and stood on the ground before retracting it. Banrada quickly ran over, his face a mix of surprise and excitement as he spoke to Barulan. The two discussed something, and Banrada received some items from the terrifying Black Sorcerer, carefully placing them into his pocket.
I approached to observe Old Tycoon closely. He had an unmistakable pallor on his face, his gaze vacant, showing some differences from a living person. However, his chest was slowly rising and falling, not quite resembling a dead man. Previously, he couldn't even take a step without assistance; now he could stand independently. If there were any miracles in this world, what was happening before my eyes was undoubtedly one of the most astonishing.
I looked at Barulan with great respect; being able to do such things was truly impressive.
The Half-Blood Dark Sorcerer did not linger in the temple for long and soon left. Banrada did not pay him on the spot, but Barulan seemed unbothered by potential debts.
Long Po Ta, who had been standing quietly nearby for a long time, approached and began chanting prayers over the resurrected Old Tycoon. Banrada instructed me to open the door to invite members of the Qian Family to "collect" him. I wanted to ask what exactly Barulan had done to bring someone back to life but thought it better not to dwell on it too long; it was best to follow Banrada's advice and get him out first.
When I opened the door, Mr. Qian entered anxiously after waiting for a long time. Upon seeing his father standing steadily beside the coffin while receiving blessings from Long Po Ta, he paused for a moment before his eyes reddened. He quickly walked over and examined him closely. Banrada explained from the side, "Long Po Ta has helped your father dispel his Resentment; from now on, you two will no longer have any misunderstandings or unresolved feelings—everything is now resolved."
Hearing this, I couldn't help but think that there really couldn't be any more misunderstandings, because that was a dead person...
Banrada then said, "But this has also exhausted the old man's life force. Although Long Po Ta helped him gain some extra lifespan, the old man's health is indeed poor, and he may become somewhat unclear in his mind in the future."
Mr. Qian listened with both surprise and joy; of course, joy should account for the majority. However, standing next to the coffin, anyone could smell the foul odor. Regarding this smell, Banrada explained that the old man's body had improved, and the negative karma and misfortune had been expelled from his body, hence the unbearable stench. The waste inside the coffin could be handled by the temple or taken away by family members as a keepsake.
Upon hearing this, Mr. Qian quickly waved his hand, saying it would be better to let the temple take care of it. He was extremely grateful to Banrada and me and immediately transferred six hundred thousand USD as a token of appreciation. Although this amount was one-fifth more than what we had previously agreed upon, I wasn't very happy; instead, I felt even more anxious.
This was deception, and it was against such a wealthy family. What if someone found out and came looking for retribution?
Banrada seemed unconcerned about this aspect; he cheerfully accepted the money and reminded us that those who sleep in coffins for fortune must not look at the sea or eat sea salt. Otherwise, if an accident occurs, it could very well lead to a separation between life and death.
Mr. Qian quickly took note of this. After several minutes of friendly conversation between both parties, Old Tycoon was assisted by medical staff to undergo further physical examination. Banrada raised his eyebrows, put his hands in his pockets, and his lips trembled slightly. I heard Old Tycoon say in a very stiff voice, "Don't check..."
Banrada immediately chimed in beside him, saying, "It's best not to go against his wishes casually. Even if he changes his fortune, it's impossible to live forever; cherish every day spent together."
Mr. Qian nodded and told the medical staff that since his father disagreed, they shouldn't proceed with the examination and should help him rest instead.
At that moment, Real Estate Tycoon walked over, staring eagerly at the coffin and said, "I didn't expect such miraculous effects. Little brother, can I also lie down for a while and let this master chant some scriptures for me?"
Banrada's mouth twitched as if he wanted to laugh but didn't dare to; he pretended to turn around and exchanged a few words with Long Po Ta before turning back to Real Estate Tycoon and said, "Long Po Ta has worked very hard today and is quite exhausted. He sees you as a sincere person willing to seek blessings but can only do so two days later. If you agree, come back in two days; if not, then don't come at all."
Real Estate Tycoon quickly nodded and said, "Agreed, agreed! What would the cost be..."
Banrada glanced at Mr. Qian but did not answer directly, saying, "Let's wait until you arrive to see; different people have different prices."
Real Estate Tycoon suddenly understood, looking as if he got it. I couldn't bear to watch; this fat man was lying without a hint of hesitation, what nonsense about transferring luck. From what had just happened, I could tell that the so-called Long Po Ta was either a fake monk or someone who was in cahoots with Banrada to swindle money.
Thinking about it, how could they possibly find a temple and a powerful High Monk waiting for them in such a short time? However, the later appearance of Barulan covered up all the flaws, to the point that even Real Estate Tycoon believed it wholeheartedly.
I didn't know if all Thai monks were like Banrada in deceiving people, but considering how much this matter related to me, I decided to keep quiet.
Afterward, Mr. Qian left with his group, while Real Estate Tycoon arranged with Banrada to come back in two days for the coffin luck transfer. Watching the convoy leave, Banrada and I sat down on the ground, panting heavily. Then we exchanged glances and burst into laughter simultaneously.
Of course, deceiving people is wrong, but if lying can earn money and save one's life, many would likely forget what principles are.
At that moment, I was already bewitched by the situation and didn't think about conscience at all. Banrada said he would give me a portion of the six hundred thousand USD, probably around fifty thousand USD. Upon hearing this, I was unhappy; you only give me five out of six hundred thousand? Banrada huffed and said that I found the place, invited the people, and handled any issues that arose; giving me fifty thousand was already generous!
His words left me speechless; indeed, he had done everything while I merely played a connecting role. Getting fifty thousand was already good enough. Perhaps realizing that fifty thousand was indeed too little or wanting to silence me, Banrada said, "How about this? I'll give you an extra ten thousand. But you must remember, this matter is known only to heaven and earth, you and me; no one else can know!"
I nodded; even without his reminder, I wouldn't tell anyone about this. Remembering how that Old Tycoon spoke earlier, I asked if it was controlled by Banrada. At the same time, his lips were moving but no sound came out; that was quite abnormal.
Banrada chuckled smugly and said, "Of course it's me. If they were to check him, it would be disastrous; he'd be exposed immediately!"
Although the Old Tycoon appeared alive—able to walk and talk—he actually had no heartbeat, no pulse, and his blood no longer circulated. Forget professional equipment checks; even manual examination could reveal the truth. That's why Banrada used some method left by Barulan to control the Old Tycoon, refusing checks in his name. The reason for telling Mr. Qian not to go against the old man's wishes was also to lay the groundwork for this matter.
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