In times like these, Master Lin had no chance of finding any righteous experts. He could only hope to hire a few fake monks and wandering Daoists.
Inside the Lin family's main hall, six or seven people were sizing one another up.
After all, they were in the same trade. For people like them, it did not matter if their skills were poor. So long as they had a little genuine ability to fall back on, along with a glib tongue, they could still scrape out a living.
Of course, it would be even better if their peers were worse than they were. That would make their own abilities seem all the more impressive.
Among these six or seven people were fake monks, wandering Daoists, practitioners of gu arts, snake tamers...
"Cough, cough. Masters, I truly have no other choice. I invited you here this time because I hope you can resolve this matter..."
Meanwhile, Lu Qing stood on the mountain road along this hillside. On the other side, guided by Master Lin, the six masters had set out as well. They did have some real skill, after all; none of them agreed at once. They first wanted to inspect the place where the dead man had appeared and see what was going on.
Master Lin claimed that he had merely picked up a gold ingot, only to become entangled by a ghost that insisted on ruining his family and leaving him dead and destitute.
That might fool people who knew nothing of the trade.
After all, this line of work had many taboos. Some wandering practitioners who had not inherited their arts through family or formal lineage often stumbled into disaster precisely because they lacked such experience.
The six people looked face-to-face at the peers gathered for this job,