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Boss Yin was somewhat worried and asked me if the monk might be a fraud, fearing that he would turn around and steal the Golden Arhat.
It is entirely normal for Boss Yin to have such concerns, considering that something worth hundreds of thousands was being held by a stranger. However, since Ajan Dong had vouched for the monk's reliability, I reassured Boss Yin that there would be no issues and to relax and wait.
About half an hour later, the workers had already dug out the groove for placing the cow horn. Ajan Dong went down into the pit again and placed the cow horn on top. Then, the workers covered the cow horn with cement. While the cement was still wet, Ajan Dong embedded a string of scriptures into it and arranged more than a dozen newly purchased Urns in the grooves around the cement block. Once everything was set, the workers filled in the bottom of the pit with cement.
At this point, the entire bottom of the pit had transformed into a large platform measuring several meters in length and width. In the center, a hole was deliberately left for placing the Golden Arhat. Boss Yin glanced at the tombstone placed in the corner of the room and asked how it was supposed to be used.
Ajan Dong said it wasn't time yet; he needed to carve Invocation Spells all over the platform before placing the tombstone.
At this moment, there was basically no need for the workers to do anything else. It would take a long time to finish carving the Invocation Spells. Boss Yin, feeling generous, allowed the workers to go back and rest. After a long day of labor, they happily climbed up to leave.
Ajan Dong, holding a brush and Gold Paint, walked back and forth on the platform. One by one, he elegantly wrote down the Invocation Spells. Watching him, Boss Yin remarked that it looked like ghostly scribbles. I quickly nudged him, warning him not to speak carelessly; otherwise, he might upset Ajan and face consequences!
This phrase had originally come from Second Uncle, aimed at me as a lesson. Now it was my turn to use it to admonish someone else.
Reflecting on these past two or three years, I truly felt as if I were dreaming. Yet this dream was so vivid; I remembered every detail clearly and perhaps would never forget it in my lifetime.
Feeling a bit hungry, Boss Yin asked if I wanted to go eat together first. I glanced at Ajan Dong, who was busy below, considered for a moment, then shook my head and said, "You go ahead and eat; I'll stay here with Ajan, just in case anything comes up and he can't find anyone. If it's convenient, please bring us both some food; it looks like we’ll be working late tonight."
Boss Yin nodded in agreement; perhaps feeling that things were nearing resolution made his steps seem lighter.
Watching his somewhat cheerful demeanor, I secretly shook my head in silence. Two years ago, when he was asked to get a Golden Arhat, he refused, which resulted in a loss of life. Now not only had he made another Golden Arhat, but he also had to dig a foundation and ultimately give us over a hundred thousand in Rewards. What was there to be happy about?
Sometimes it's really hard to understand why some people are upset about good things and happy about bad things. To put it in this year's most popular four words: what the hell, idiots!
It's clearly unethical to evaluate clients like this behind their backs. However, under the influence of Second Uncle, I've developed this bad habit. I act all cheerful on the surface with those bad guys, but privately I take advantage of them whenever I can.
I don't know how much time has passed, but Ajan Dong has nearly filled half the platform with his work. He has been busy for over ten hours straight, and even I, as a spectator, am getting tired. Just as I was about to suggest he take a break, I suddenly heard a hissing sound, like air leaking from somewhere. Ajan Dong heard it too and looked around in confusion. With the help of the spotlight, the entire pit was illuminated as bright as day.
At first, neither of us noticed anything unusual, but after a while, we took another look and suddenly felt that the surrounding soil seemed off.
The soil was originally yellow-brown, but now it had turned slightly red. Ajan Dong noticed this too; he walked to the edge of the platform and stared intently for several seconds. Then, with a serious expression, he pulled out the Demon-Slaying Blade from his pocket and poked at one piece of soil. The moment the blade touched the soil, Ajan Dong's body jolted as if he had been electrocuted.
He quickly retracted the Demon-Slaying Blade and stepped back several paces. At that moment, a few pieces of damp soil fell with a "thud" onto the cement platform. Under the spotlight, those pieces of soil were as bright red as fresh blood, and some kind of liquid within them was rapidly spreading outward.
Ajan Dong's complexion changed; he hurriedly began chanting scriptures aloud.
As he chanted, the spreading red liquid slightly contracted and stopped advancing. Ajan Dong was sweating profusely; he sat down on the ground and continued reciting scriptures in an attempt to resolve the situation.
I couldn't figure out what was happening and shouted to ask him what was wrong. But Ajan Dong had no time to answer me.
After a few minutes, more pieces of soil fell onto the cement platform. By this time, Ajan Dong's body was already trembling slightly. The surrounding soil had gradually faded in color under his chanting, but now it was slowly returning to its previous state and showing signs of intensifying.
Although I didn't quite understand what Cursed Land represented, from what I could see, this strange land seemed to have erupted with some kind of power. Ajan Dong's chanting wasn't finished; his power wasn't enough to suppress this place. Even if he personally chanted scriptures for reinforcement, it would only be a temporary fix. Moreover, he seemed close to being unable to hold on.
As I watched the soil around the cement platform grow increasingly red and wet mud continuously falling down, I was sweating nervously but didn't know what to do. With my abilities, even if I jumped down now, it would be useless. Although the White Olive Amulet is a top-tier protective charm for safety, it probably wouldn't withstand the power of this Cursed Land. After all, Boss Yin's Extreme Yin Gu Man nearly had its soul shattered just from colliding with one of these Cursed Spirits here. As for Ghost Fragment, after last time's lesson in Changsha, I really didn't want to use it unless absolutely necessary.
Looking at the increasingly red soil on the platform and the scriptures that were starting to be covered, I felt both alarmed and anxious. I shouted to Ajan Dong, "Get up here quickly, we can't hold on much longer!"
Ajan Dong opened his eyes and was equally shocked at the scene before him. We both understood that if we left now, we could save our lives. But if the Cursed Land erupted, no one would be able to suppress it anymore. The Cursed Spirit hidden here would spread like a virus, causing countless deaths.
I understood this logic, but I couldn't give up on Ajan Dong just because I understood. To me, he was more important than anyone else. Moreover, even if we stayed, we wouldn't be able to make much of a difference. Without completing the Invocation Spell, we were no match for this Cursed Land!
However, Ajan Dong was more resolute than I had imagined. He suddenly picked up the Demon-Slaying Blade and slashed it hard across his thigh. Blood splattered out as Ajan Dong plunged the bloodied blade into the still-setting cement, chanting louder as he did so. With his actions, the color of the surrounding soil changed, slowing down significantly compared to before. Seizing this opportunity, Ajan Dong turned around and grabbed a brush and Gold Paint, quickly starting to draw on the platform.
But this was merely a slow death; his speed in writing the Invocation Spell was far outpaced by the falling soil. By the time he finished that small section of the platform, the surrounding blood-soil would likely have completely covered this area. To resolve this trouble, I needed to buy enough time for Ajan Dong. Only by giving him time to finish the remaining Invocation Spell could we hope to seal off the Cursed Land!
But how could I help him?
I considered throwing down the White Olive Amulet for Ajan Dong to use, but he shook his head in refusal. Although he didn't explain why, judging by his expression, it seemed that the White Olive Amulet wouldn't be very useful in this situation.
At that moment, I suddenly remembered the monk who was blessing the Golden Arhat in the car. If he came, he might be able to help Ajan Dong!
Thinking of this, I immediately turned and ran toward the car. However, when I opened the car door, it was empty inside; only a solitary Golden Arhat sat on the seat. I was taken aback and thought that perhaps the monk had been taken away by Boss Yin for a meal. Cursing under my breath, I quickly pulled out my phone to call Boss Yin while carrying the Golden Arhat toward the house.
The call connected quickly. Before Boss Yin could say anything, I shouted for him to hurry and bring back the monk. Boss Yin asked in confusion, "Monk? What monk?"
I was startled and asked, "The young monk—wasn't he with you?"
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