"That's right. Huineng couldn't have died so easily. He must have severely injured this thing. Now it's accumulating power, waiting for the day it stirs up trouble. Who knows when that will happen? Maybe a hundred years, maybe several decades, maybe a few years? Maybe... a few weeks?" My heart clenched again. How could this old beggar be so unreliable? One minute he says I'm dead, the next he says I'm alive—it's like a rollercoaster! "Is there really no way to deal with this?"
"There are still ways to get rid of these things. No matter how you change the method, it all boils down to either kicking them out, like the female ghost in the subway station, or asking them to come down."
I perked up immediately. "Please come down?" I'd never heard of such a method before. Could there be some expert out there? I wanted to ask, but I was afraid of bothering the old beggar. Seeing my expression, the old beggar began to speak rather impatiently.
"The so-called 'inviting down' is the way of shamanism. Have you heard of shamans in Northeast China?" My grandfather told me about this when I was a child, but I thought it was feudal superstition after I started school. Now I quickly dug out this kind of content from my childhood memories.
"Have you ever heard of household guardian spirits and shamanic spirits, or spirits of foxes, weasels, snakes, and pythons? Is that right?"
"The fox, weasel, python, and python are correct, but not entirely. There are more than just these few things that can become immortals. As long as there is enough incense offering, anything can become an immortal, like the one on your body."
As the old beggar spoke, I began to understand his meaning. He wanted to remove the filth attached to me, offer it as a sacrifice, and then let it become an immortal? I was furious. This filth had killed four people! And it could become an immortal?! What kind of world is this?! "These kinds of things happen a lot. To be honest, I wouldn't want to take this step unless absolutely necessary. After all, Old Baldy... Huineng has been my old friend for many years. I miss you more than you do, understand?" Yes, the old beggar hadn't said anything, so what right did I have to say this? Thinking this, I knelt on the ground.
"What are you doing? I never said I would take you as my apprentice."
The old beggar didn't even blink when he saw me kneel down; his eyes even held a hint of contempt. I ignored him and kowtowed.
"This time, I was blind and didn't recognize your greatness. I apologize to you."
"You have done so much for me, and I have no way to repay you. If you ever need anything from me in the future, may I, Fang Shuang, never utter a word of dissent!"
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