Trafford's Trading Club

In an instant, a wave of blue and black, accompanied by bursts of thunder, appeared in front of the nursing home’s villa like billowing sand.

“Dazhe! Tie the knot! Remember! Be fast, don’t hesitate! Malicious ghosts have no humanity and are even more heartless. All they have is only resentment! No need to be pitiful!”

Dazhe exhaled silently and tightened the bag tied around his neck… As he breathed, the oxygen in this narrow space was rapidly used up.

Dazhe endured the instinctive urge to tear the plastic bag in pain. He gritted his teeth. The bag covering his head expanded and shrank. Under the tremendous pain and discomfort, Dazhe realized that a strange kind of feeling was slowly spreading in his body.

His pupils were wide open, but he could not see anything… When he finally felt that he regained his sight, he was already standing on the ground again – Probably in the state of the soul as what Lord Jin had told him.

He was still stuck in the villa – It was just different from the villa he knew. Now the villa was in ruins and desolated. Every area of the villa was covered in black moss, like the historical relics that eroded for decades after being bombed.

He looked up subconsciously and saw a faint golden light faintly transmitting from above – That was where the pot developed by Lord Jin was located. This golden light flashed by and disappeared, but Dazhe remembered its location accurately.

There was a blue-black mist rolling on the ground… Just in front of Dazhe at this time, a small figure gradually appeared.

Dazhe took a step back subconsciously but soon balanced his body. He took a deep breath – while just subconsciously doing this, “I know that I am the one left in the end…You are not going let me go, right?”

“Wei Dazhe…” The sound coming from its mouth was like a child’s voice, innocent, but it brought a burst of eerie spirit. It had been calling this name, “…Wei Dazhe…Wei Dazhe…Wei Dazhe…”

“Stop calling! If you want me, then come!” Dazhe yelled!

It suddenly opened its mouth and rushed towards Dazhe. It strangled Dazhe’s neck with both hands at this time and was still continually yelling, “Wei Dazhe…Wei Dazhe…”

“Yes…you should hate me like this…Yes…” Dazhe showed a heartrending expression. At the same time, his hands firmly grasped its hands, “I don’t blame you…I will never blame you throughout the rest of my life… but…”

…

In the room where the altar was placed, Big Head looked out the window anxiously from time to time, “Sir, what is going on? Has the ghost come? I’m anxious!”

Lord Jin, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes, “It’s here!”

“Really?!” Big Head’s heart jumped suddenly, and he was worried, “But, does your pot work…Should we do it another day? Could you change it to a stronger one? Even though we can’t get steel, at least, it must be iron! ”

“What do you know?!” Lord Jin shouted at this time. “This is an ancient object produced in a Song Dynasty tomb in Daxinganling before the reform. It took me a lot of effort to buy the first batch from Mrs. Zhang Li Lanfang and placed it under Guanyin’s statue. I have spent thirty years of my life chanting daily to strengthen their spirituality! How can it be useless?!”

But I don’t understand what you said. Zhang Li Lanfang…I’m just worried about my Brother Zhe!

But, Big Head did not dare to speak, because Lord Jin’s expression suddenly became abnormally solemn, only to hear him let out a heavy sigh and said, “Dazhe, you stubborn fellow! I asked you to lure him here, not for you to die with him!!!”

Big Head could not see it, but it did not mean that Lord Jin cannot feel it at this moment – Dazhe’s soul was now entangled with the malicious ghost’s soul… It was not that Dazhe could not free himself of it. Lord Jin had written many cinnabar scripts on the back of Dazhe. This was so that at least Dazhe could protect himself!

Lord Jin’s anger flashed in his eyes at this time. He gritted his teeth abruptly, took off the Buddha beads from his hand, and put it between the fingers of his hands – Big Head finally saw something so unbelievable that he kept on rubbing his eyes!

At this time, these buddha beads that were made from ordinary red sandalwood were exuding flowing golden light! Then, Lord Jin yelled and threw the chain of beads away, only to see that the chain of beads instantly turned into a majestic arhat and then turned into a golden light!

In the space of the wronged souls, Brother Zhe’s solemn arhat appeared in the air, as if it had smashed through this ghastly space, and instantly grabbed both Dazhe and the malicious spirit!

Like a twilight drum and a morning bell, the arhat yelled loudly, shaking this malicious spirit all over! Arhat suddenly extended its hand and immediately smacked this ghost!

A large amount of blue and black air rushed into the placed pot crazily at this time, and the pot was like a long siphon absorbing water. Not long after, it managed to absorb all of the blue and black air into it.

At this time, a yellow talisman turned into a golden light and shot it directly onto the pot. The pot was seen shaking frantically at this time. After some time, it calmed down!

Finally, all this seemed to have calmed down. The disappeared Buddha beads appeared again and fell on the ground, but they had been broken one by one. Lord Jin was in a very heartbreaking state.

This was a farewell gift that he received from a monk of high ranking by destiny during a trip to Tibet when he was young. It was extremely precious. Now, it was broken and could no longer be used. Naturally, there was a feeling like blood dripping in his heart.

Lord Jin suddenly vomited a mouthful of pus and blood. Instantly, it felt as if he had aged by ten years. He was holding on to the altar, breathing ceaselessly, like a person with a foot in the grave.

“Sir! What happened to you?!”

“Don’t worry about me…Go, go, and see Dazhe. Let him breathe!! Punch his chest with your fist!”

…

After tossing for most of the night, Dazhe woke up leisurely. He was still in the Buddhist hall – He glanced at Lord Jin, who was sitting on the praying mat in front of Guanyin’s statue, and the pot with the yellow talisman was already on the table.

“Sir, how are you?”

“I am still alive, but it won’t be for long.” Lord Jin slowly opened his eyes and glared at Dazhe fiercely. “Fortunately, I did not take you under my wing, or I will be infuriated by you sooner or later! Did I ask you to die with this ghost?!”

Dazhe silently looked at the pot in front of him, “It…is it already in it?”

Lord Jin sighed, nodded, and said, “It’s inside. From now on, I need to enshrine and worship it every day, and use time to wash away its aura of resentment slowly.”

“Must… must it stay here?” Dazhe asked subconsciously.

Lord Jin frowned and said, “What do you want to do?”

Dazhe said bitterly, “Sir, I was thinking…of taking Sister Lin’s child back home…I really want to.”

Dazhe knelt before Lord Jin and lowered his head.

Lord Jin’s grief about his precious Buddha beads being shattered had diminished a lot. He let out a long sigh, “Imbecile.”

” Sir, please. I, Dazhe, kowtows to you.”

Da Zhe kowtowed his head, and then again and again.