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It took Boss Yin about two to three days to prepare everything. During this time, the blood water underground kept bubbling up, initially just moistening the soil, but soon it was almost enough to drown the cement. The vivid crimson color looked terrifying at the bottom of the pit, like a monster's single eye.
Ajan Dong came over to take a look and said that the damage to the Cursed Land might be worse than expected. Relying solely on the things they had previously thought of would likely not yield significant results. He then asked Boss Yin to find a way to get some Tiger Bone ground into powder, which was rarely seen and he didn't know where Boss Yin would manage to obtain it.
Near the cement block, Ajan Dong had a huge trough built, surrounding the entire blood spring in the center. He then placed ten dog paws in the trough and covered them with a mixture of ten adult men's ashes and Tiger Bone powder until the dog paws were completely hidden. A wooden board was laid over the trough, which was then sealed with cement.
Next, Ajan Dong began to use Gold Paint to write various Invocation Spells, a process that took about an entire day. He wrote very slowly, each stroke resembling slow motion. I lost my patience after watching for a while. At that moment, Boss Yin came over. He pulled me aside next to the car and opened the door. I saw a pure gold Arahant Statue placed inside.
Boss Yin said he spent hundreds of thousands having it cast, hoping it would be useful. The leftover scraps from casting the Arhat were made into several small Buddha Pendants by the craftsman. The reason Boss Yin pulled me over was for this. He hoped we could do our job diligently without dragging our feet, and more importantly, not leave any aftereffects. I couldn't help but chuckle and said, "We're not doctors; we don't need to stuff red envelopes for no reason."
Boss Yin chuckled awkwardly and said, "Just a little token of appreciation..."
Seeing his sincere expression, I accepted the small golden Buddhas and said, "Don't worry; we are very responsible in our work. Since we've accepted your money, we will definitely ensure everything is done perfectly before leaving. However, Thai Ajarns are different from Taoist priests and monks on the mainland; they can be quite eccentric, and sometimes their requests may seem hard to accept. But one thing is certain: Ajan won't intentionally make things difficult for us. So if he has any requests, you must fulfill them."
Boss Yin nodded repeatedly and said, "Of course! We will cooperate fully!"
After chatting for a while, a worker came over saying that Ajan had new requirements. Boss Yin and I went over just in time to hear Ajan Dong gesturing to the workers, instructing them to dig three pairs of grooves on the cement blocks cast a few years ago. They didn't need to be too deep; just enough to place some cow horns inside would suffice. Boss Yin angrily cursed and said, "What nonsense is this? You call me here for such a trivial request! What Ajan Master says is what I say; from now on, whatever he wants you to do, you must do it without hesitation!"
The workers had been working under Boss Yin for a long time and dared not oppose their breadwinners; they quickly got to work. Due to the narrow space below, Ajan Dong had to climb up first and wait for the workers to finish before going back down. I saw that the sealed trough was already filled with Invocation Spells written densely all over it.
Upon learning that Boss Yin had crafted a pure Golden Arhat, Ajan Dong asked if a High Monk had been invited for blessings.
Boss Yin shook his head and said that once it was done, he would bring it directly, as there was no time to go to the temple. Ajan Dong replied that without the blessing, the statue was just an ordinary sculpture and was of no use; it needed to be consecrated by a High Monk. I asked Ajan Dong if he could consecrate this statue. Ajan Dong shook his head again, saying he couldn't bless such a statue, or else there would be trouble.
I didn't quite understand why there would be trouble, and Ajan Dong was unwilling to elaborate.
Boss Yin looked troubled. Although there were temples in the nearby cities, most of the monks there were fake; there were hardly any true enlightened High Monks. He hoped that Ajan Dong could think of a solution, but Ajan Dong said he only knew a few Ascetics in Northern Thailand. If he were to help, the statue would need to be sent to Thailand. By the time we went back and forth, it was already too late.
Suddenly, I had an idea and asked Boss Yin if he had any contact information for the monk he invited a few years ago.
Boss Yin shook his head and said, "He is just a wandering monk; how could there be any contact information?"
I sighed and said, "If only we could invite him again. Even a wooden Arhat could be blessed to suppress this Cursed Land. If it were made of pure gold, the effect would probably be even better."
Just then, a worker led a White-Clad Monk over and said he wanted to see Boss Yin. We turned around and saw that the monk was very young and dressed neatly in white robes, looking more like a scholar. He approached us without hesitation, bowed to Boss Yin, and said, "On my master's orders, I am here to lend you a hand."
"Master?" Boss Yin was taken aback and exchanged glances with us before asking, "Who is your master?"
The Young Monk smiled slightly and said, "Your benefactor is right here by the Suffering Sea. How could I forget the one who ferries across?"
Boss Yin, not being foolish, instinctively glanced at the nearby house. Suddenly hitting his head in realization, he asked in surprise, "Are you that monk's disciple?"
This sounded quite disrespectful; how could one directly refer to someone as 'monk'? At least calling him a High Monk would be more appropriate. I was also curious why this monk chose to appear just when we were discussing that monk; it seemed too coincidental. Boss Yin shared this suspicion and wondered if someone was impersonating him.
The Young Monk, with his hands together in prayer, chanted a Buddhist phrase and said, "Originally, my master intended to ferry you across the Suffering Sea, but alas, the golden body is not gold; rotting wood cannot accomplish great things. He calculated that the Guardian Arhat would not last two years without incident and instructed me to come back to ferry you once more."
Boss Yin was slightly startled, then felt embarrassed. He had always believed that by covering the wooden Arhat with a layer of gold, he had deceived the monk. Who would have thought that the monk had seen through it all along? It was truly a remarkable thing; the monk had never touched the wooden Arhat, yet how did he know it was gold and not wood? Moreover, he had his disciple calculate the date perfectly, down to the second.
Before going to Thailand, I sometimes heard people talk about certain High Monks and their miraculous feats, always thinking they were just tall tales. However, after encountering so many Ajan and personally experiencing some unimaginable oddities, I couldn't help but believe in the power of spirits.
I looked at Ajan Dong, hoping he could discern the authenticity of this monk. Ajan Dong examined him from head to toe, first shaking his head with a sigh, then nodding. This left me puzzled, so I quietly asked him what it meant.
Ajan Dong said, “Give him the Golden Arhat.”
This simple statement confirmed the identity of the Young Monk. Boss Yin was even more astonished but dared not hesitate; he hurried to retrieve the Golden Arhat from the car. At that moment, the Young Monk said there was no need for trouble; he could do it directly from the car. Seeing this monk being led by Boss Yin to the vehicle, I asked Ajan Dong why he had sighed earlier.
Ajan Dong explained that when they came to mainland China, Second Uncle had flown with them. During their journey, they discussed this land and mentioned not to underestimate it. Although it had fallen into decline, it still concealed many unimaginable powers. A dead camel is bigger than a horse; it's better for people not to be like frogs at the bottom of a well.
However, including Ajan Dong, the Ajan Masters did not think much of it. They believed Thailand was home to the most powerful Buddhist forces in the world because there were so many Ajan, densely packed like ants. The world's top Evil Arts congregated in Southeast Asia, with Thailand and Malaysia being among the leaders. If there was something unsolvable, going to these two places would surely provide a solution.
But now, upon seeing this Young Monk, Ajan Dong realized he was wrong. From this monk, he sensed a purer aura than those of other Ascetics. Just looking at him made him feel as if his soul had been cleansed.
Seeing Ajan Dong lost in thought, I scratched my head—cleansed soul? Why didn't I feel anything? Other than thinking that the Young Monk seemed cleaner than others, there was nothing particularly special about him.
Ajan Dong said it was because I lacked extraordinary powers and thus couldn't perceive it. If one day I could feel it too, then I would be qualified to become an Ajan Master.
I didn't know what the monk said to Boss Yin, but after closing the car door, he came out alone. When I asked him about it, he said that the monk needed a private space and should not be disturbed.
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