108 Ghostly Temple Technique (2)

we sent the little ghost away, my brother said with a carefree smile: "Xiao Qiao, you always think about sending ghosts off. Does your husband know how much effort you put in"The phone on the counter...Jiang Qiyun looked at the photo and said coldly, "I sent people to hunt down this Ghost King and Saintess, but I couldn't find them. It turns out they were hiding in this sinister place, concealing their ghostly aura."

Like a translator, I relayed Jiang Qiyun's words to Cheng Banshen.

Cheng Banxian nodded. "This Saintess's soul possessed a woman in Widow Alley. At first, no one around her paid attention, after all, the women here were involved in the flesh trade. Later, they found she was abnormal. Even when there were no customers, she would drag her weary body to nearby workshops and other places to lure men. It wasn't until her body was discovered that the women living with her became afraid. Someone came to inform me, and only then did I know what had happened... This should be a temple dancer from a heretical sect."

"Temple art What's that" I wasn't very familiar with the religious systems of the Outer Domains.

Cheng Bansxian explained to me that in South Asia there is a sect that is a sexual power cult, from which various strange branches have emerged. Now that it's the end of days, not many people believe in ghosts and gods anymore. Everyone knows that there are no real holy women, they are actually sex slaves within local temples.

Places where evil practices thrive are mostly impoverished areas. Girls have a low social status and often do not live long lives. Parents offer their daughters to temples in exchange for food and money. These girls are required to sing and dance during religious ceremonies, and they also become tools for cultivation under the tenets of dark sects, offering their bodies to the public and being abused at will.

Once they grow old, frail or become ill, they will be sold off by the temples like livestock. Most of them die of starvation or disease, living worse lives than rats in the gutter.

This system still exists in impoverished areas of South Asia. Everyone knows that a "holy woman" is actually a temple dancer, but they continue to do this out of necessity for their livelihood.

These temple dancers were a high-risk group for AIDS, spreading the disease and leading to death. Therefore, a dilapidated temple dancer was often executed privately, resulting in countless vengeful spirits.

The evil sorcerer gathered these vengeful spirits to strengthen his magic power. Among them were also some anomalies, such as this evil saintess, who seemed to enjoy it and frantically absorbed yang energy to feed the ghost king's cultivation.

“Such evil spirits and underworld should be hunted down. I don’t have the ability to deal with them, so please ask your ghost husband to listen to our humble requests, eh” Cheng Banshen couldn't stay serious for long and her tone became playful again.

"The Ghost King should be hiding here. Have you checked if anyone here has an Unmarked mark" Jiang Qiyun asked.

Cheng Banxian touched his chin and said, "I haven't checked it yet. Why don't I call all the women from Widow Lane over now and have them check one by one"

"No!" I immediately refused.

Cheng Bansxian sneered, "You're jealous even of this You can't even look These bodies are nothing to your ghost husband but like broken limbs and bones at the bottom of the River of Forgetfulness."

I blushed and couldn't meet Jiang Qiyun's eyes. I stammered, "You rascal! You think everyone is as calm as you I get embarrassed looking at people who aren't wearing clothes, it's just too much to see."

"Well, you don't have to look then. Just let my ghost husband check you. These women are just moving pieces of meat in our eyes, not many people, maybe a hundred or so. They just strip naked and walk around in front of us, turn a circle that's all." Cheng Banxian said nonchalantly, he didn't take my protest seriously at all.

I couldn't help but turn to look at Jiang Qiyun. He didn't have much of an expression on his face, but his eyes were playful, as if he found it amusing that I was anxious to refuse him. He thought it was quite entertaining.

What kind of joke is this, over a hundred women walking the runway like that, completely exposed And what about that transvestite just now! I don't want to see it, my eyes will get stabbed—Jiang Qiyun isn't allowed to watch either!

"You look at it yourself, don't drag us into this!" I shook my head frantically.

Jiang Qiyun squeezed my hand. "That's enough, I don't have time to deal with these trivial matters. I'll send someone over here to investigate... What do you want to talk about with him Just say it."

“Oh, right… Master Cheng, I’ve brought him here. You’re done talking about what you needed to say, so what about my father My grandfather said you can treat yin-qi invading the bone marrow, what materials do you need and how much money will it cost” I asked anxiously.

"I'll find the materials myself. As for the cost... considering your husband's a ghost, I'll charge you ten million. Anyone else, and I wouldn't even bother for twenty million."

This scoundrel is simply... a lion opening its maw with an air of reluctance. He can make so much money, yet he's stuck in this smog-filled place doing what

Cheng Banxian raised an eyebrow and said, "Oh my, I only know how to remove corpse poison and Yin poison. I'm not good at anything else. I rely on this skill to make a living. Besides, I need to buy materials, and it also damages my own body. After treatment, I need to spend a long time recuperating~~ Ten million is already the lowest. But don't worry, as long as I take this job, I will definitely get it done."

I pursed my lips. That's how it goes, the price depends on the seller's mood. It's a case of one party willing to give and the other willing to receive.

I can't let my dad just lie there like this. It doesn't matter if he stays asleep or wakes up, so I'll find a way to raise the money no matter how much Cheng Banxian wants – one million or twenty million.

"How do I pay you Should I transfer the money now"

"Well, well, turn around, I always collect the money first, otherwise I wouldn't have the funds to buy materials. The money I keep on hand never exceeds a thousand bucks. Anyway, all the women in this alley are my mistresses; I can mooch off them for food and lodging wherever I go." Cheng Banxian said proudly.

I glared at him hatefully: "You watch yourself and don't get sick! When you die on the street, no one will even collect your body!"

Cheng Banxian chuckled but said nothing.

I looked at the balance on my bank card, after deducting 10 million, there was only 8 cents left.

Well now, what are we going to eat

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This circle makes money fast, but it also spends money fast. And the business is the kind that doesn't open for three years and eats for three years. Now we only have these eight cents left. How are we going to get by during this time

The one million yuan my grandfather gave me has already been paid to the hospital. The VIP ward with full-time care at Renhe Hospital is incredibly expensive, costing thousands of yuan per day. Just for the hospitalization period, my dad spent tens of thousands of yuan on room fees, and the rest isn't even enough to cover until he wakes up.

My brother sold our used SUV for 60,000 yuan and gave me the money, saying it was for living expenses. He comforted me by saying that as long as there's business coming in, we'll be fine. I feel the same way he does; unless we're really desperate, we wouldn't call home to borrow money.

Maybe I was showing my worry too obviously. One night, Jiang Qiyun suddenly asked me, "Are you short of money"

"Well, things have been a bit tight lately."

"...I had the Shen family send it over. How much do you want" he asked.

As soon as I heard the name Shen family, I bared my teeth at him: "Not a single cent! I don't want the Shen family's money! I'm not that desperate yet!"n’t give it to you, why don’t you talk to him yourself If he agrees to bury it with you, I have no problem.” I shrugged.Tokens are just a form of recognition. If Mu Wanchen truly recognized someone as...