The master is coming
Wang Dajun dared not disobey the command from the other end of the phone. He huddled in his office, realizing that the only hope he had was for the person on the other side to intervene and solve the current messy situation.
Quickly, Wang Dajun called back the manager, who had gone to inspect the godly statues. He instructed him to check if anything was different from before.
Not long after, the manager reported back, "Brother Jun, I suspect Lin Zhengying is staying at our grand hotel. I went over to check, and all those godly statues are covered in talismans. Damn it... Lin Zhengying, such a big celebrity, why would he come to our place? Brother Jun, do you think we should comp his stay?"
"Lin Zhengying has been dead for over ten years. Are you suggesting we comp a stay for a ghost? I should really fire you." Wang Dajun scolded angrily, then quickly called back the expert seeking help, explaining the situation. The expert said he understood and hung up.
In the outskirts of Tangshan, in a villa, a middle-aged bald man touched his shiny head and muttered, "If it's not something filthy that broke the consecration, but talismans instead? Then it must be someone from the trade, a bit tricky."
Flipping through a few talismans, the man hesitated. Drawing talismans that could break consecrations wasn't something ordinary, and not many feng shui practitioners could do it. In the twelve years on Mount Zhongnan, in the last three years, Tangshan had practiced drawing talismans whenever he had free time. By the time he descended the mountain, he had accumulated enough to fill half a bag.
In modern society, talismans were not commonly seen. Even street fortune tellers, monks in temples, and Daoist priests in Taoist temples might not have the skill to draw talismans. Anyone capable of drawing talismans freely was considered an expert in Daoist arts.
So, the bald man hesitated a bit more. Should he go to Jinghong Hotel to rescue Wang Dajun, knowing he might offend a highly-ranked feng shui master?
While the bald man was still hesitating, Wang Dajun called him again, urging him. The two shadows outside the window, like kites with broken strings, hung in the air, occasionally swirling around. The four people inside were almost paralyzed from the sight.
"For five million, Master, I'll pay five million. Just come and save me." The bald man, after hearing the offer, remained silent for a while, rubbed his bald head, and finally walked out of the villa. "Qian Ge, do you know?" Chen Dongle grinned and approached Tangshan. "Do you know what just happened?"
Chen Dongle had run out to watch the spectacle when he heard commotion outside the hotel. He happened to witness Wang Dajun's naked sprint, a sight that left him too astonished to speak.
"Wang Dajun and his three followers were practicing the 100-meter dash in the hotel, all naked."
Chen Dongle asked in confusion, "How do you know? You didn't leave the room."
Tangshan rolled his eyes and said, "Do you think I don't know who I ordered to do things?"
Tangshan sat in the room, not moving an inch. However, he had maintained continuous contact with the four female ghosts. So, when something happened outside, he knew it all. That's why he spoke up when Wang Dajun was almost strangled by the female ghosts, preventing any harm.
"Bro, what do we do next? Wang Dajun is scared stiff, disregarding his own face. You didn't let those female ghosts scare them to death. It can't end like this, right?
"Dealing with him is a must," Chen Xia interrupted, saying, "In this world, the majority of people aren't afraid of humans but are terrified of things they can't touch or see. Those few female ghosts tormenting Wang Dajun and his crew, as opposed to letting him come out and explain, it's better. Do you want to scare Wang Dajun into confessing and cooperating on his own?"
"You're truly sharp," praised Tangshan. He indeed had that plan. He wouldn't drag Wang Dajun out and tell him, "We know everything you've done. Go to the police and turn yourself in." He found it too troublesome. Instead, he would let the female ghosts scare Wang Dajun until he couldn't bear it anymore. Eventually, he would prefer to sit in jail for a long time than face these female ghosts again.
Unfortunately, Tangshan's good plan had a little unexpected twist!
Half an hour later, a car stopped in front of the hotel. The bald man stepped out and walked briskly to the statue of Guan Gong. After lifting the talisman and inspecting it for a moment, he breathed a sigh of relief.
The talisman was the simplest kind used to exorcise ghosts, with weak Feng Shui energy lingering. It just happened to break the aura of consecration.
"Just a little trick. Since that's the case, let me see your skills." The bald man successively removed the talismans from several godly statues from the ground floor to the top floor, then headed directly to the top floor where Wang Dajun's office was.
Knocking on the door, he entered. Wang Dajun immediately revived in place, nose running, tears streaming down. He said to the bald man, "Master Wang, you finally came. I was almost scared to death."
Master Wang calmly said, "You've been up to no good. Even without ghosts knocking on your door, you should be afraid. It's already good that ghosts haven't scared you to death."
"Yeah, yeah, thanks to Master Wang's Guanyin statue; otherwise, I would be finished." Wang Dajun quickly got up and took out a bank card from the drawer, saying, "Master, this is a token of my gratitude. Please accept it." Wang Dajun was generous, knowing that it wasn't the time to be stingy. Spending several million to buy his own life was a good deal. The monthly turnover of Jinghong Hotel was more than this amount.
Master Wang looked out the window. The two female ghosts were still drifting around.
"A bunch of little ghosts, ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth. Are they trying to face the wrath of the heavens?" Master Wang snorted and walked to the window, holding a peach-wood sword. He opened the window and shouted, "Heaven has divine thunder, Earth has the universe. Gods from all directions, quickly come and subdue evil. Taishang Laojun, urgently decree!"
Master Wang swung the peach-wood sword at the two black shadows in front of him. The two female ghosts instantly felt a frightening aura on the peach-wood sword and quickly retreated.
Seeing the female ghosts withdraw, Master Wang didn't stop. He took a gourd from his body, poured a mouthful into his mouth, and then sprayed it out of the window.
A water jet shot out!
Inside the gourd was a mixture of ash and cinnabar made from burned talismans, combined to create an exorcism water. It was very effective against ordinary ghosts. Although not enough to make the female ghosts scatter in disarray, it did severely harm them.
The two female ghosts, moving quickly, were only slightly touched by the talismanic water. Still, a burst of green smoke rose from their bodies. They twisted in pain for a while in mid-air and quickly flew toward the room where Tangshan was.
"Master's intervention assures me I don't need to worry. How imposing!" Wang Dajun gave a thumbs up, genuinely offering a compliment.