Chapter 371
“Every wrong has its perpetrator, and every debt has its debtor. I’m burning this paper money for you today, so please, Old Huang, don’t come looking for me anymore... I beg you.”
At the entrance to an abandoned courtyard, a short, thin man burned joss paper with a bitter, miserable expression.
He was dressed extravagantly. Behind him sat a small, one-person palanquin. Two bearers, sweat towels draped around their necks, perched on a large slab of bluestone while they waited. Nearby, two burly guards armed with sabers kept a vigilant watch over their surroundings.
While the man burned the paper money, a group of people aggressively kicked down a door and stormed into the other side of the abandoned courtyard.
Bang!
The dilapidated wooden door crashed to the ground.
Two muscular monks in red robes led the way, striding into the courtyard and sweeping their gazes over the surroundings.
“Is this the place?” one monk asked, glancing back at their employer.
“It is. Our family’s merchant caravan passed through here once and took shelter from a heavy rainstorm for the night. After we returned, our workers began falling gravely ill one after another over the next several weeks. Now even my younger brother, who traveled with the caravan, is bedridden with a serious sickness. After investigating from every angle, we finally discovered that the troubles only began after they stayed here. I entreat you two eminent monks to cast your spell!”