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Second Uncle ran over and hugged me, asking with concern how I was feeling.
I was in so much pain that my whole body felt weak, and I had no strength to speak. It wasn't until Azan Kunsha finished chanting the spell and Lun Deng left with the tombstone that I regained some strength.
Second Uncle helped me sit down on a nearby chair, and Azan Kunsha came over with a bowl, signaling for me to drink what was inside. I glanced at it and saw a yellow-orange substance that looked like oil but wasn't as thick. Without asking what it was, Second Uncle directly brought it to my mouth and forced it down.
Surprisingly, after drinking that bowl of liquid, I felt much more energized. Both the pain and fatigue had lessened compared to before.
Azan Kunsha also looked exhausted, drenched in sweat, sitting on a chair with trembling hands. However, Second Uncle didn't care how tired he was and directly asked Thai about the current situation. Azan Kunsha calmed his breathing and then explained what had happened.
Although I was sitting right next to them, I couldn't understand a word; I could only infer from Second Uncle's astonished and delighted expression that the outcome was likely favorable.
Seeing that Azan Kunsha had closed his eyes and stopped speaking, I turned to Second Uncle and asked, "What did Ajan say? Did the Spirit Child take it away?"
Second Uncle nodded and then shook his head, leaving me utterly confused. Was it good or bad? He should just say something! Perhaps Azan Kunsha had explained something complicated; after thinking for a moment, Second Uncle finally told me the specifics.
The Spirit Child, having delayed for too long and being fed daily with blood by Zheng Xuezhang and His Father, had gained spiritual power far beyond what Azan Kunsha had imagined. Although he had previously used the Binding Ghost Scripture and the Soul-Settling Spell, along with the blood of six young boys and various yang objects to suppress it, he still hadn't achieved the expected results.
Thus, the Spirit Child managed to escape its restraints and injure Lun Deng. Fortunately, due to Azan Kunsha's profound magical abilities, he succeeded in casting a spell at a critical moment; otherwise, Lun Deng would have undoubtedly died, and even Ajan himself might have faced peril.
The danger of this incident was far more serious than what had been briefly mentioned before; even Second Uncle, who had experienced many storms in life, broke out in a cold sweat.
What surprised me was that while I still vividly remembered the monster with a sheep's head and snake's body as well as the towering waves crashing around us, Second Uncle claimed he saw nothing at all. From his expression, it seemed he wasn't lying. Later, when he asked Azan Kunsha, he learned that it was an embodiment of the magic of Mogaro, which ordinary people cannot see. The reason I could see it was that I had been controlled by the Spirit Child, allowing me to perceive through its consciousness.
Mogaro is a deity in Indian mythology and serves as the mount of both Regulations and Yama, the God of the Underworld. This kind of secret spell is not commonly practiced in Thailand. Years ago, Azan Kunsha's master, Gubapolo, trained in Ceylon, where he encountered true Buddhist scriptures from the Peacock Dynasty.
Originally, Ashoka introduced Buddhism to Ceylon. Due to factional struggles among monks, some transformed it into The Five Agamas of Southern Buddhism. Later on, Jueyin Zunzhe translated this ancient form of Sinhalese into Pali, which has been passed down to this day. Nowadays, many judge how powerful an Ajan is based on their mastery of Pali. Otherwise, they can only be said to have a superficial understanding.
Having followed his master Gubapolo for many years in Northern Thailand, Azan Kunsha learned some special secret techniques that differed from those of ordinary Black-Clad Achan. The method used on me was one of them. In his words, the Spirit Child was too powerful for ordinary methods to work; only something more formidable could subdue it.
As for whether the manifestation I saw was a true embodiment of Mogaro or an illusion created by a secret spell, even Azan Kunsha could not clarify. Perhaps it was some sort of proof of mythology, or maybe just a special effect of the secret spell. Just like we can use gunpowder to sketch various patterns in the sky.
The tombstone that Lun Deng had carried away had long been deprived of sunlight, and the Yin Qi was extremely heavy. Azan Kunsha used Mogaro's manifestation to extract the Spirit Child and place it into the stone tablet, then subdued it with an Invocation Spell, intending to slowly refine it later into a powerful Yin talisman or ghost to sell.
I didn't mind this much, but another matter that Second Uncle mentioned made me feel quite uneasy.
Compared to Gubapolo, a great master who had practiced in Ceylon, Azan Kunsha, no matter how skilled he was, had his limitations. Although the secret techniques he used were personally taught to him, due to insufficient power and understanding, the results were not perfect. Otherwise, the Spirit Child would never have been able to break free from its constraints, nor would one of the candles have extinguished. As a result, a small part of the Spirit Child remained within me.
The most critical point was that the remaining Spirit Child was nearly shattered and deeply hidden within my body. With Azan Kunsha's abilities, he could no longer eliminate this final trace.
He could only advise Second Uncle to encourage me to do more good deeds and visit temples to pray for blessings from High Monks. Perhaps over time, this could lead to the Spirit Child being naturally transformed and liberated. Maybe he said this to comfort me or to cover up his own shortcomings; Azan Kunsha also mentioned that there were actually benefits to this situation.
Having a residual Spirit Child in my body was akin to undergoing Flesh and Blood Fosterage; when I needed help, I could make wishes to the Spirit Child. Of course, making wishes meant I had to maintain offerings; otherwise, I would end up like those who raised small ghosts and faced backlash—there would be no good outcome. However, due to the Spirit Child's shattered state, whether my wishes could be fulfilled remained uncertain.
I felt like vomiting blood on the spot; what kind of benefit was this? I had been inexplicably given a small ghost to raise without any way to get rid of it. Seeing my pale face, Second Uncle could only comfort me by saying, "Ajan said that as long as you don't use it often, it will remain as is and won't affect you at all. Oh, it might occasionally cause you some misfortune; that shouldn't be too serious..."
I was utterly speechless. Was encountering misfortune not considered an impact? Did it only count as an influence if I died unexpectedly?
But there was nothing Second Uncle could do about this either; Azan Kunsha was a prominent figure in Northern Thailand. If he couldn't handle this Spirit Child issue, others would certainly struggle as well. The only hope was for me to avoid using the Spirit Child for anything and try to visit temples more often or help elderly people cross the street.
At this point, there was nothing more to say; I could only resign myself to fate. In the end, I still had to thank Azan Kunsha alongside Second Uncle. This reminded me of a skit I watched during the New Year where someone ended up with a crooked leg after being tricked and had to buy crutches while thanking the con artist! Damn it!
This incident deeply affected me; not only did it lead to many subsequent troubles, but my body also suffered as well. Whenever it rained on an overcast day, my whole body would ache; even at midnight without drinking water, I would urgently need to urinate, feeling like my life was nearing its end.
After leaving Azan Kunsha's house and sitting in the car, Second Uncle noticed my continued displeasure and said, "You should be grateful; if it weren't for Azan Kunsha's skills, you would have been tormented to death by that Spirit Child by now. And do you think you're the only one suffering? Those six who helped you suppress the Spirit Child will probably face frequent misfortunes in the future."
I paused for a moment before recalling that the blood smeared on my body came from six young boys. This made me feel uneasy as if I had harmed others for no reason. Second Uncle dismissed my concerns; in his view, those people should have anticipated such outcomes when they took money for their services. So there was nothing much to worry about.
What bothered me most about this whole affair was that I initially thought the wounds inflicted by Azan Kunsha's knife would heal automatically like those from my previous Flesh and Blood Fosterage experience. However, when I cleaned them up and looked closely, my body was covered in ghastly wounds as if I had rolled around in barbed wire. Azan Kunsha explained that these wounds had been invaded by the Yin Qi of the Spirit Child and couldn't heal immediately. Over time they would gradually improve; however, if I wanted them completely gone, it might take ten years or more.
I looked at Second Uncle with a sense of grievance, wanting to ask him if he could help me get a second-class disability certificate, as I heard it could allow free bus rides.
Since then, I have never gone to a public bath again. Aside from a few women, no one else has seen me undressed. So, what is the most important thing in life? Staying clean and healthy is the most important!
After leaving Chiang Mai, Second Uncle didn’t dare to take me directly back to Bangkok for fear that Grandpa would notice something. He drove me to Pattaya, both to comfort my heavily wounded heart and, well… for his own enjoyment! I looked down on him for this.
With the 600,000 Thai Baht given by Boss Lu, we indulged in food and drink, doing whatever we pleased. A few days later, one afternoon, still groggy from a hangover, I suddenly received a call from the mainland. Fumbling to answer it, an angry woman's voice immediately came through: “Shen Yi, you bastard! If you have the guts, don’t come back; it would be best if you died in Thailand!”
These harsh words jolted me awake. I glanced at my phone and saw it was Qin Senior Sister. Has this woman gone mad, cursing me so early in the morning?
I believed I hadn’t offended her; I even kindly sent her an Amulet. Being cursed out like this was quite frustrating, so I said, “Are you crazy? What did I do that makes you want to kill me? Did I sleep with you or hit your child?”
“Shut up!” Qin Senior Sister was clearly so furious that she was losing her mind. She said, “You said you would send me the Amulet once you got to Thailand; where is it?”
Suddenly realizing it was about that, I felt quite annoyed. Qin Senior Sister had always maintained a lady-like image at school; why did she sound like she had taken gunpowder when talking to me? Although I had delayed sending the Amulet for over a week due to the Spirit Child incident and had forgotten about it, there was no need for such cursing!
Considering that her promotion had attracted so many senior sisters eager to trade with me, I could only hold my temper and say, “I’ve already checked on the Amulet and was just about to send it to you; it’s just that…”
“No need anymore!” Qin Senior Sister interrupted.
I was taken aback and hadn’t even had time to respond when I suddenly heard her crying on the other end: “What use is the Amulet now? It’s too late!”
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