In the countryside, a farmhouse villa was unusually lively.
Many villagers stood outside watching. In the courtyard, there was actually an old monk dressed in Buddhist robes.
He sat outside the courtyard, chanting under his breath, with two young monks standing beside him.
Several golden Buddha statues had been placed in the courtyard, and the ground was strewn with Buddhist scripture talismans.
Everything seemed strange, and the villagers outside were discussing it animatedly.
"I heard the old Yuan Family has run into big trouble."
"What happened?"
"You don't know? The old Yuan Family ran into a ghost."
"Don't talk nonsense. What ghosts could there be in a society ruled by law?"
"It's true. Old Yuan's mother saw it with her own eyes a few days ago. Their family is haunted by a vengeful spirit. The old lady was possessed by it, and now she's already gravely ill."
"Will something happen to Old Yuan and the others too?"
"Who knows? But a high monk came yesterday—the one in the courtyard. After he arrived, the vengeful spirit hasn't appeared again."
"That's amazing."
"Hey, what's so amazing about that? The high monk said the old Yuan Family had provoked something unclean. Once they gathered six golden Buddha statues today, they would be able to wipe out the vengeful spirit in one fell swoop."
"Six golden Buddha statues? How much would that cost?"
"At least over a million."
"Tut-tut. But the old Yuan Family is rich. Their daughter is incredibly successful. Spending money to avert disaster isn't a big deal."
The villagers' discussions rose and fell. The high monk in the courtyard paid them no attention, continuing to chant with his eyes closed and a string of Buddhist prayer beads in his hand.
At that moment, a cry for help came from inside: "Master,