Chapter 25

I vaguely knew where he was taking us.

Sure enough, when it reached the vicinity of Fayan Temple, it jumped into the grass by the roadside and disappeared.

When I passed by here before, I felt that something was wrong here. Now that I was led here by that ghost, I know this is no accident. It seems that this Fayan Temple must not be as simple as it seems on the surface.

"Sister Man, are you familiar with the people in Fayan Temple? I want to go in and take a look tomorrow." I asked.

"I'll go back and arrange it." He Man said.

Originally, I didn't want to get involved in this mess, but the little devil had already come to my door. If I didn't help it, it would keep pestering me, and I couldn't kill it. Maybe this is God's will.

"Let's go back," I said.

"Ah, is that it?" He Man obviously didn't expect it to end so soon.

"It deliberately led us here. There must be something wrong in Fayan Temple. I felt something was wrong when I came back just now. I didn't want to cause trouble, but it seems that I have to take care of it this time even if I don't want to." I said.

He Man's excitement hadn't subsided yet. She pulled me aside and said, "Little sister, why don't you take me to see that kind of thing again?"

Others would be too busy trying to hide from ghosts, but He Man actually wanted to see them with her own eyes. I really don't know what's going on in her mind.

"It will be unlucky if you get close to those things, Sister Man." I said helplessly.

Hearing about bad luck, she didn't insist anymore. She still cared about these things. Especially businessmen, they were most afraid of being plagued by bad luck.

It was already one in the morning when He Man and I returned to the Sheen Hotel. I was thinking about Fayan Temple and couldn't sleep all night. I didn't even know if I slept or not.

I haven't felt this upset for a long time. This also means that the Fayan Temple incident might not be as simple as I thought.

The next morning around six o'clock, someone suddenly knocked on my door frantically.

I rubbed my aching head and opened the door. Outside was He Man's bodyguard. I had seen him before.

I was shocked. Could something have happened to He Man?

He anxiously said that He Man was looking for me and asked me to come with him quickly. We ran all the way to He Man's room. The bodyguard closed the door from the outside. At this time, He Man was next to a private doctor and a nurse.

He Man was lying on the bed, clutching her stomach and wailing in agony. The medical staff beside her were helpless and extremely anxious.

I hurried forward and saw the little boy dressed in black from last night attached to He Man. Seeing me coming, the little boy laughed and ran out the window.

This is what people often call "colliding with a ghost," meaning being possessed by a ghost, and experiencing sudden, unexplained, severe pain. In this case, people would place a bowl of water and stick chopsticks in it. If the chopsticks stop sticking in the water when someone's name is called, it means the person is possessed by that person's ghost. To do this, simply chop the chopsticks with a kitchen knife or curse the deceased person fiercely, and the person will quickly recover.

Of course, many people have explained the story of chopsticks standing upright in water. Even if nothing happened, they could still stand upright. However, the person suddenly had abdominal pain and recovered as normal after chopping off the chopsticks, so the explanation is rather forced.

He Man's pain eased, and she held my hand tightly. After about ten minutes, she sat up, dismissed the doctors and nurses, and left me alone.

I looked at her pale face and laughed.

"Are you still going to watch that kind of thing this time?" I said.

That's right, she was haunted by the little ghost last night because she had to see it.

"Is it really its doing?" He Man said in surprise.

"Of course, but it has run away and will not bother you again in the future." I said, holding He Man's hand.

"I knew I must have encountered something unclean. I took painkillers just now and they didn't help at all, so I thought of you. Don't blame me for waking you up so early." He Man rubbed her stomach with lingering fear.

It was the first time I saw He Man like this, and I thought it was very funny.

"Sister Man, you should just rest at home today. I will go to Fayan Temple by myself first," I said.

"No, Wat Phra Dhammyan is a famous temple in Chiang Mai. No outsiders can enter. In Thailand, only officials or wealthy businessmen can enter. I'll contact them for you, please wait a moment." He Man made a phone call after she finished speaking.

Less than half an hour later, a car appeared downstairs and someone knocked on the door and said, "Miss, it's been arranged."

Before leaving, He Man told me that Fayan Temple does not welcome foreigners, and asked me to respect the local culture after entering, and to contact her in time if anything happens.

At first I didn't understand what she meant, but after I went in I understood why she asked me to respect culture. It turned out that this Fayan Temple is a temple dedicated to making Kumantong, and rows of Kumantong are enshrined under the Buddha statue.

I bowed to the Buddha. The peaceful atmosphere in the temple came from this Buddha. It seemed that there was nothing wrong with the Buddha statue. If that was the case, then the problem must be with the people.

I couldn't understand the Thai they spoke, so I had to rely on the translator He Man sent me. She told me that the host was talking about the history of their Wat Phra Dhammyan and asked me if I needed a Kumantong, saying that the Kumantong they have here is very effective.

I quickly refused, but the girl who was translating next to me was a little tempted.

I pulled her and gave her a look.

After a tour of Fayan Temple, I didn't notice anything amiss, which puzzled me. My feeling was unmistakable: this peaceful atmosphere was indeed tinged with resentment. But this resentment was dispersed by the Buddha's energy, and I couldn't trace it back to its source. Could it be buried underground, suppressing the resentment?

Although this is a reason, I can't convince myself. I always feel that this is definitely not the case.

Just then, more pilgrims appeared outside. The monks beside us went over to greet them. Leading them was an old man who appeared to be a local official. The young woman who translated for me told me that he was the deputy director of the Thai Department of Commerce and Industry, and that he had come to pray for a Kumantong.

I saw the monks who followed us leave, so I quickly looked around with the translator girl. The monks in the temple followed me just now, so I didn't want to check them with a particularly obvious purpose. Now I can look around casually.

The translator girl also warned me not to wander around, as it is taboo here and will offend the gods.

I smiled and said to her, it’s just a simple walk, don’t worry.

Actually, I was heading for the storage area that I hadn't visited just now.

Perhaps it was fate that I didn't meet any monks along the way.

As soon as I entered this area, I smelled a strong sense of resentment coming from a warehouse not far away that looked like a garbage warehouse. I was delighted, this was the place!

I asked her to wait for me here because she had such strong resentment and I was afraid she would be shocked.

I walked to the door of the warehouse alone, pulled open the bolt, and the overwhelming resentment almost knocked me down!