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So, no one is inherently suited for any business; it all comes down to luck. With good fortune, you could sell candied hawthorn and become a billionaire! Just like Laoganma, who didn't seek investment or loans but managed to build a fortune of seven billion on sheer determination. Who can argue with that?
The homeowner's family naturally agreed to Boss Yin's request; the house was too dangerous, and it was best to stay far away. After sorting this out, Boss Yin dejectedly went to hire workers. He didn't want to compromise the overall structure of the building, so he decided to demolish the first-floor balcony, allowing an excavator to reach in from outside to do the work. To prevent anyone from noticing something unusual, Boss Yin worked hard to get the police to temporarily seal off the entire property, strictly prohibiting unauthorized entry.
Digging in a cramped space was no easy task; it took nearly three days to reach the foundation.
At this point, the living room had turned into a large pit. Standing above, one could see a square concrete block at the bottom of the hole. A few workers jumped down and began clearing the concrete block with shovels. Just as they were halfway through, one of them shouted, "There's blood!"
Someone shone a spotlight down, and I saw that red liquid was indeed seeping up from beneath that person's feet. Ajan Dong frowned slightly and instructed Boss Yin to bring everyone back up to avoid any further incidents.
Once the workers were back up, Ajan Dong took out the Demon-Slaying Blade from his pocket and carefully descended along the slope. Although I wasn't on the same level as Ajan Dong in this field, wearing the White Olive Amulet made me less fearful of those malevolent entities that ordinary people dread. Besides, even if the Amulet didn't work, there was still the Spirit Child that could inflict damage on enemies while harming oneself.
Accompanying Ajan Dong down to the bottom of the pit, I reached out and tried to push the concrete block; it didn't budge at all. The soil around the concrete was somewhat damp, and stepping on it caused more blood to seep up. Ajan Dong leaned against the concrete block and turned around a bit before stopping at a certain spot. He looked down for a moment and then reached out to poke at something within the concrete block.
What he found looked like wood, but after being buried underground for so long, it had decayed beyond recognition. Ajan Dong poked around a few times but only managed to retrieve some splintered wood pieces. He sniffed them at his nose and then shook his head, tossing them aside carelessly. Then, with great caution, he inserted the Demon-Slaying Blade into the blood-soaked earth beside the concrete block. A few seconds later, his body jolted suddenly as he quickly pulled out the blade.
Seeing his unusual expression, I hurriedly asked what was wrong.
Ajan Dong seemed lost in thought and didn't answer my question; instead, he walked back up. I figured he must have sensed something was off; otherwise, he wouldn't have left so abruptly.
Back on solid ground, Boss Yin asked me the same question I had posed earlier. At this point, Ajan Dong had pieced things together; he asked Boss Yin, "Is your Guardian Arhat made of wood?"
Boss Yin was taken aback, then his face showed some discomfort as he said, "Well... at first that monk asked me to use pure gold, but you think about it, a gram of gold is now three to four hundred. How much would it cost to actually use pure gold? Besides, this Arhat is sealed in cement, and no one is stealing or robbing it, so why bother making it so nice? So, I just made a wooden one and coated it with Gold Paint..."
I was speechless; after such a big incident, he still dared to fool people. I had previously thought Boss Yin was timid, but I was truly blind!
Ajan Dong said, "Then it's not wrong. The golden body of the Guardian Arhat has decayed and cannot suppress the scriptures here, which is why the incident occurred. However, that monk made a mistake; this place is not some Ghost Land, but rather a Cursed Land."
"Cursed Land?" Both Boss Yin and I were a bit stunned, not understanding what it meant.
Ajan Dong nodded and continued, "There should be one or several cursed individuals buried underground. After their death, their souls transformed into evil spirits that cannot escape from here. When you broke through the surface, it caused the evil spirits to reappear in the world. Although that monk pointed out that you temporarily sealed this place, he didn't expect you would use a wooden Arhat instead of a Golden Arhat. Therefore, in just a few years, the Arhat's golden body completely decayed, allowing the evil spirits to break free from the seal and rise above. Coincidentally, the house was bought by someone; that Homeowner, by chance, became entangled with the evil spirit and ended up dying tragically."
Boss Yin's face turned red and pale as he listened. After a moment, he gritted his teeth and said, "Then can I make another pure gold one?"
Ajan Dong replied, "To seal this place, it's not just about relying on the Arhat, there are other aspects to consider. The reason that monk proposed such a simple method was because the evil spirits hadn't escaped yet, but now it's different. The evil spirits have already entered the world; besides sealing this place, you also need to find them. Otherwise, more and more people will suffer!"
Boss Yin was stunned; even I felt shocked and couldn't help but ask, "Didn't someone die before? Doesn't that count as the evil spirits coming into the world?"
Ajan Dong shook his head and said, "Although that person died, his body was suppressed here and is no different from those cursed individuals underground. But this time the deceased's body was moved outside; naturally, the evil spirit followed."
Finally understanding, Boss Yin asked with a pale face, "Are you saying that the evil spirit attached itself to the body?"
Ajan Dong thought for a moment and said, "Sort of, but not exactly. Strictly speaking, it's not a pure spirit but rather a curse. However, this curse can transfer; whoever touches it will have it transferred onto them."
Although Ajan Dong's Chinese was average, I understood him and asked, "So you're saying that the reason that person died was because of the curse? And then whoever touches his body will have this curse spread to them? One after another, never stopping?"
Ajan Dong made a sound of acknowledgment and did not speak further.
I was completely stunned. Is there really such a malicious curse in the world? It's almost like a virus, infecting anyone who gets close! Who could be buried beneath, and who cast such a curse?
Ajan Dong couldn't clarify this matter either, as such curses exist in Voodoo and similar methods can be found in Gu Technique. Trying to identify the culprit would be like searching for a needle in a haystack. Moreover, this matter didn't concern us too much, so why bother looking into it? The only thing we needed to consider was how to eliminate the curse that had already escaped.
Boss Yin was already terrified. He hadn't expected that using wood instead of gold to create an Arhat would have such a significant impact. Losing one person might not seem like a big deal, but if the curse truly spreads one after another as Ajan Dong said, then things would get serious. Perhaps feeling that the situation was too troublesome, Boss Yin asked if ignoring the curse would affect him.
I couldn't help but let out a cold laugh. Boss Yin understood perfectly why I reacted this way; he sighed and did not argue. In my eyes, this person was extremely selfish, as evidenced by his initial purchase of the Male Ghost and subsequent betrayal. But I never expected he would consider ignoring the escaped curse! According to Ajan Dong, this curse has no endpoint; if it isn't resolved, who knows how many people will die because of it.
To prioritize one's own interests over others' lives is despicable! If it weren't for the money involved, I would have wanted to give him a good beating!
Ajan Dong had seen too many people like this and wouldn't easily become indignant like I did. However, what he said made Boss Yin even more uneasy than my cold laughter. Ajan Dong made it very clear: you may choose to ignore this curse, but don't forget that it once intersected with your little ghost. That night, if it weren't for the little ghost protecting you, you would have been the next one infected by the curse.
Now that the curse hasn't succeeded, no one knows whether it is looking for its next target or temporarily hiding away, waiting to cause trouble for you. Therefore, finding its location is not just about being responsible for others; it's also beneficial for yourself.
Perhaps Boss Yin would let my words go in one ear and out the other. But he couldn't afford to ignore Ajan Dong's words. Moreover, he had already witnessed the power of the curse twice; everyone who got entangled with it met an untimely death. Although Boss Yin owed millions, he didn't want to "die young" just like that. As they say, it's better to live poorly than to die well; since he wanted to live, he had to make some sacrifices.
After hesitating for a few minutes, he expressed his support for us to find the source of the curse!
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