The Ji residence has been occupied for several months now, and the evil spirit has not made a move. How could Jin Sanchong have provoked something that still survived?
If I treat him, will it provoke that ferocious beast to retaliate?
Seeing Huang Changsheng's troubled expression, Jin Sanzhong was so frightened that he cried out in despair, "Master Huang, Master Huang, you must save me!"
"Hey! We're from the same town, it's not like we can't save him."
"But you were injured by a fierce ghost, and if I try to save you, it will definitely drain my energy... This is a difficult task!"
"Master Huang, please save me no matter what!"
Jin Sanzhong understood Huang Changsheng's meaning and hurriedly pulled out a piece of silver from under his pillow: "Master Huang, this is five qian of silver. This is all the money I have at home. Please save my life!"
He was also heartbroken about the money, but now, in order to survive, he had no choice but to take out all his possessions.
Huang Changsheng's eyes lit up when he saw the silver. He grabbed it with lightning speed and said, "Heaven cherishes life, so this master will use the strongest talisman to exorcise evil spirits and cleanse you!"
With the silver in hand, Huang Changsheng immediately perked up. He first had the woman wash all the ointment off the wound, then took out a piece of yellow paper, lit it on a fire, and after muttering some incantations, sprinkled the ashes of the burnt paper into Jin Sanchong's wound.
Surprisingly, the bleeding from the wound, which had been continuously seeping blood, miraculously stopped.
Huang Changsheng breathed a sigh of relief; the ash from the talisman soaked in medicine was indeed effective in stopping the bleeding.
Before the garrison doctor arrived, there was only one herbalist in Suijin Town.
Normally, if someone has a headache or fever, they either endure it or, if they can't, they go to a herbalist for some medicinal drinks.
If the medicine is ineffective, then naturally they will rely on his talismans to cure the illness.
Sometimes, even a dead horse can be brought back to life with a bang, and things can work out by sheer luck.
After the wound was re-bandaged, Huang Changsheng glanced at the woman busy beside him, stroked his chin, and said to Jin Sanchong with a serious expression, "To completely exorcise the evil, your wound still needs to be cleaned with spiritual water every day."
"Spiritual water? What spiritual water?" Jin Sanchong asked in confusion.
"I'll perform a ritual in your water tank at home, and it will naturally be blessed water. There will be no extra charge!"
Upon hearing that there would be no extra charge, Kim Sam-jung hurriedly had the woman take the master to the kitchen.
The woman lowered her head, holding a lamp in one hand, and obediently led Huang Changsheng to the kitchen.
As soon as they stepped out of the main room, the cotton curtain fell, and Huang Changsheng grabbed the woman's slender waist from behind. The woman trembled with fear, biting her lip and daring not to utter a sound.
Huang Changsheng carried the woman into the kitchen in a few steps, closed the door, lowered his head and bit her earlobe, whispering, "My dear wife, what are you following this man for? No food, no clothes, and you get beaten and scolded every day!"
The woman's voice trembled: "My life was saved by Jin Sanzhong from the Di people. I belong to him for life."
"Master Huang, please spare me! If Sanchong finds out, he'll beat me to death."
Huang Changsheng was unwilling to let go. He groped around the woman's waist and said breathlessly, "Little lady, if you continue to follow Jin Sanchong, you will be tortured to death by him sooner or later."
"I can save your life too. If you come with me, I guarantee you'll have plenty to eat and wear, and money to spend every day."
Before the woman could refuse again, the lights went out, and Huang Changsheng had already forced her into the pile of firewood in the kitchen...
Jin Sanchong lay on the kang (a heated brick bed) in the main room, still waiting for the master to finish his ritual. He waited and waited, but the master did not return.
Just as his patience was about to run out, the woman returned to the main house with a lamp in hand.
Before the woman could even reach the kang (a heated brick bed), a large earthenware bowl was smashed towards her.
The woman, who had been in a daze, suddenly saw Kim Sam-jung smashing the bowl at her and hurriedly dodged.
She dodged the blow to her head, but the earthenware bowl still slammed heavily into her abdomen, then fell to the ground and broke in two.
Although Jin Sanzhong was still lying on the kang, he was a man, and his strength, fueled by anger, was immense. The woman, in pain, squatted down, clutching her abdomen, tears streaming down her face.
After smashing the bowl, Jin Sanzhong cursed again: "I told you to light the lamp, and you've been dead for so long without coming back. Did you want me to die of thirst? Believe me or not, I'll strangle you before I die."
The woman was so frightened that she quickly got up to pour him water, and Huang Changsheng then lifted the curtain and came in from behind.
He glanced at the broken bowl on the ground and said calmly, "Your wound has just been exorcised. If you get angry again and invite evil back into your body, even a god wouldn't be able to save you."
Jin Sanzhong was stunned for a moment, then said awkwardly, "It's all because this idiot is clumsy and makes people angry. In the future, just listen to the master and scold him less."
The ritual with the spirit water was over, and Huang Changsheng began packing his belongings to leave. He said to Jin Sanchong, "The evil energy has penetrated your body very deeply; one exorcism is not enough."
"But performing rituals is very energy-consuming, and I'm quite tired after just one session today. I'll come again tomorrow to perform the ritual for you."
Upon hearing that she would be coming again tomorrow, the woman's already pale face turned completely bloodless.
Jin Sanchong felt a cool and comfortable sensation at the wound, no longer experiencing the burning pain from before, and knew that the master's magic was effective.
Seeing that Master Huang looked tired, which didn't seem fake, and that he would be coming to treat her the next night, she immediately said gratefully, "Then I'll trouble you, Master. I'll definitely treat you to a drink when I'm healed."
After saying that, he asked the woman to see the master out.
The woman did not object; she kept her head down and led the way with the lantern.
The two walked to the courtyard gate. Huang Changsheng took out a pastry from his small bag and put it in the woman's palm. He then squeezed her hand and whispered in her ear, "Eat quickly. This is a pastry sent from Qili County. I will come to see you again tomorrow."
The courtyard gate closed, and Jin Sanzhong's cursing voice came from inside the house again. The woman held a small pastry in her hand, tears welling up in her eyes.
Five years have passed.
From the day the town of Broken Gold was robbed, her husband died, and her seven-year-old son was taken away. She lived like a walking corpse, not knowing how much longer she could live.
She wanted to see her son, even just for a moment, but she would die if she could only see him.
Inside the main room of the side courtyard of Baolin Residence, the lights were bright.
Song Liyun, Song Zhenping, Xiao An, and a black-haired monkey were strangely gathered in a circle.
A snow-white wool carpet was laid on the floor tiles between them.
Song Zhenping reached out and touched the carpet, feeling a slight tingling sensation under his fingertips, a comfort that was hard to describe.
Xiao An clasped her hands together and wouldn't even touch them.
Only Black Gold lay brazenly on the edge of the wool carpet, rubbing its monkey face against it.
Song Zhenping swallowed hard and asked with difficulty, "Yun'er, was this really stepped on?"
Song Liyun touched the wool carpet and sighed, "Yes! This is one hundred taels of silver! It's placed on the ground specifically for people to walk on comfortably, and it has to be thrown away when it gets dirty."
Hearing that it should be thrown away if it got dirty, Song Zhenping silently withdrew his hand, just like Xiao An, with his arms supporting his knees and his eyes staring blankly at the carpet, not daring to touch it again.
How could we possibly throw away something so precious!
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