Translator: Dj22031
Editor: Dj22031
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Once he was in a good mood, he became interested in managing the business. Uncle Shen took the initiative to come to him and apply, hoping that the company could provide some reward system for outstanding employees in the sect, such as the old ladies who relied on foot binding to save the situation in the kidnapping incident. Although they were not currently incorporated into the Taicang Sect, they should also be given some encouragement.
“It can be a certificate of honor or a certain amount of bonus. The cost is not that high, but I think it will be very helpful to the morale of our company.” Uncle Shen now managed hundreds of new employees and was busy with the training of interns every day. He had finally bid farewell to the vulgar temperament of an illegal black intermediary and looked like a confident middle-level leader.
He lifted his long hair and handed Wei Xi his newly made business plan. “And, Master, it’s a pity that so many aboriginal residents of Gangyue Building are idle in the mass graves, eating and waiting to die. Don’t look at their age, their enthusiasm for work is not small at all. Since seeing the hardware facilities of our staff dormitory, many of them have expressed their intention to improve their lives. Although these old predecessors are not physically strong, they have been wandering for dozens or hundreds of years, and their experience is much richer than our interns. I think the idea of ‘Gold Medal Mediation’ proposed by the group leader last time is very good. I also went to learn about it later and found that Taoist Kuang and his Liandu Temple often receive rituals involving encounters with ghosts. It can be seen that there are many conflicts between people and ghosts in modern times.”
Wei Xi nodded, not quite understanding: “So?”
“We have a harmonious society now, Master!” Uncle Shen was filled with grief. “Isn’t this very important in the mortal world? We ghosts are not unreasonable. If there is a respected middleman to help resolve the conflict, maybe it won’t develop to the point of fighting! Old men and women are best at this. You can watch “Qiantang Old Uncle” for specific operations.”
Wei Xi: “???”
His two disciples: “…”
Wei Xi watched the recommended episodes of “Qiantang Old Uncle” and felt convinced. According to Uncle Shen, wasn’t this also a way of doing things? Although his own sect now had two businesses, the haunted house and the detective agency, if he really wanted to grow and gain a foothold, he couldn’t fall behind in the main business of exorcism. But Taicang Sect was not like the Liandu Pavilion with dozens of Taoist priests. There were only himself and his second apprentice who were really proficient in this way. So, there were too few people after all.
Therefore, they immediately decided to award certificates of merit for three good employees to the few old ladies who bravely untied their foot bindings that day.
An award ceremony was specially held in the unfinished building for this purpose.
The certificate was made by someone hired by Tuan Tuanyi. It was wrapped in red velvet and looked very formal. How could the old ladies have thought that their kindness would be rewarded like this? When they were invited to the podium to receive the burned certificate and bonus, they all showed shyness that they had not shown for hundreds of years.
One of them was so moved when she gave her acceptance speech that she said: “Can you bury the ashes of the certificate in the southwest corner of the construction site? My body is buried under the concrete foundation there, and I wish this medal will always be with me.”
The interns of Taicang Sect warmly applauded her for her unchanging childlike heart over the past century.
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A few days later, Kuang Zhiming contacted Wei Xi again and informed Wei Xi that the date for resuming work on the Gangyue Building had been set. Bai Hao meant that the two Taoist priests who had performed the ritual before would be invited to participate in the ceremony again, and they would of course be paid for it.
After Wei Xi agreed to it, he also showed rare concern and asked, “Fellow Daoist Kuang, have you received any similar rituals involving ghosts haunted homes recently?”
Because of the incident of a believer being intercepted, the ancestor in Kuang Zhiming’s temple had been very irritable recently, which made Kuang Zhiming very alert when he heard Wei Xi’s questions. However, despite this, the few rituals he had received recently were indeed very troublesome, so after hesitating for a moment, thinking of Wei Xi’s fighting ability, he still wanted to ask for help: “There are a few such cases… There is a believer who recently built a new villa in the suburbs for his wedding. The location he chose was not quite right. When digging the underground garage, three old coffins were dug out. It may have disturbed the deceased. Since then, strange things have continued to happen in the house. My wife and I are about to set off to deal with it, and we have also called two other Taoist friends from the association. Would you like to come and take a look, Taoist friend Wei?”
Examples of coffins being dug out of the ground and then being retaliated against were not uncommon in folk legends, but as mentioned before, people in the Xuanmen sect had a hard time dealing with such things. The coffins were lying in the ground and you dug them out and disturbed them. If they didn’t mind, it meant they were good-tempered, but if they did mind, you couldn’t find any reason to complain. What’s more, the spirits in the three coffins hadn’t done anything evil or hurt anyone, but they had only been harassing the householder day and night. As a Taoist priest, Kuang Zhiming’s job was to exorcise demons and defend the way of Taoism. He couldn’t ignore the fact that humans were frightened by evil spirits, but he had an insurmountable guilt psychologically when he really set out to exorcise the culprit.
Unexpectedly, when Wei Xi heard his distress, he did not show any empathy and even adopted a salesman’s tone: “Since it is not a fierce ghost, there is no need for me to go. But Taoist Kuang, I do have a good suggestion for you.”
Kuang Zhiming: “…How do you say that?”
….
A few hours later.
In an unfinished villa in the far suburbs of the capital, three old lady ghosts were sitting opposite each other at a simple square table, engaging in a verbal battle with the ghosts of three coffins that had been excavated there.
“Why!” One of the coffin ghosts slammed the table and stood up, his resentment so strong that it almost took shape, “This is our Fang family’s ancestral tomb! We Fang family members have been buried here for generations! He was the one who offended us first, why should we give in!”
The ghost had a ferocious face, a tall and strong body, and an imposing aura, which made the many Taoists present very alert. However, the three old ladies opposite were not afraid at all. They surrounded it and muttered to each other in unison:
“Sit down, sit down. Why are you so angry? You are such a tall guy, why are you yelling at an old woman like me?”
“Why are you being so tough? He didn’t do it on purpose. He is even showing you respect. Why are you still holding on to him?”
“Young man, I’m going to say something to you. Don’t you see what era it is now? Who still cares about ancestral tombs? They have long been nationalized.”
“Times are changing, and we need to have a sense of social responsibility and be more tolerant. Isn’t it good to be more tolerant?”
“Come on, don’t dwell on it. Let’s do some good things and accumulate virtue for the younger generations. A harmonious family brings prosperity, okay?”
The ghost was surrounded, and its ferocious face showed a look of helplessness. The old ladies had already pulled it to sit down and started discussing other conditions.
The stalemate between the two parties soon progressed to a discussion of which cemetery would have a better feng shui environment. Although one party was still somewhat reluctant, the topic still went on smoothly.
Not far away, in the corner of the villa.
Kuang Zhiming placed the magic weapons he brought in his bag as required, and he placed the bag silently at his feet without even touching it.
The few fellow Taoists from the association who came together all had strange expressions on their faces. They sat together in the corner of the house. If it weren’t for the rough and unfinished houses around them, they would have looked like they were here for a picnic and a cup of coffee with nothing to do.
The humans fell into a long and awkward silence. After a long, long time, the Taoist priest of Fengnian Temple, another famous Taoist temple in the area, could no longer bear it and tore off the eye-opening charm on his temple. He then looked at Kuang Zhiming hesitantly and said, “Fellow Daoist Kuang, this situation… is it nothing we need to do?”
Kuang Zhiming stared blankly ahead: “…I think so.”
Everyone looked at each other for a moment, speechless.
This should be the easiest exorcism session they had ever had since they started their career.
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