"Boo-hoo! Boo-hoo! Boo-hoo!"
On the mountain of Green Fly Coins, Black Hand sobbed as it stroked the mountain of money, lying on the ground with tears streaming nonstop.
Its concubines happily packed its bags for it.
They casually grabbed two or three handfuls of Green Fly Coins and tossed them into the bundles. Everything else was lavish clothing.
Black Hand had made these clothes in imitation of humans, but had never been able to bear wearing them.
Now its concubines had packed them all up.
"Don't cry, master."
"We've prepared five bundles for you. With so much luggage, you'll surely live well somewhere else."
"Leave this mountain of money to us."
"When you return, we'll give it back without a single coin missing."
Black Hand did not believe a word of it. "If you really wanted to look after my money for me, why won't you let me take more with me?"
"Scrimp at home, spend freely on the road!"
"I'm so rich, yet you're only giving me a tiny bit for travel expenses."
"Are you... doing right by me?"
The others laughed. "We are. Of course we are."
Black Hand wanted to say more, but the Dao Register Golden Cores taking it to the Fourth-Layer World barked, "Stop all this sniveling."
"They're just a few Green Fly Coins. As long as you carry out Fellow Daoist Flower-Scatter's instructions, you'll earn piles higher than mountains and deeper than the sea."
Black Hand raised its five fingers toward the sky, not daring to let its tears fall. "Masters, if I can't find it, please don't forget me."
"You must bring me back!"
"This is my homeland."
As it spoke, eyes grew on its five fingers. It kept making eyes at the Ghost Gods watching curiously, hoping they would ask it to