C26 (1/2)

I asked Samit, is this why you invited Maoju Spirit?

Samit rolled his eyes at me as he continued. When Maoju Spirit was sent away, he was burned all over and it just so happened that my Second Uncle saw it.

At that time, Dongqing was walking back while carrying a hoe after she finished her work in the field. Suddenly, a furry thing appeared out of nowhere. Moreover, it stood up and bowed to Dongqing!

Dongqing had been frightened. He had heard the old man say long ago that it was not a good sign for animals to bow to people, especially this type of wild immortal.

However, at that time, that furry thing was very pitiful. Its eyes were full of pleading, and its mouth even emitted creaking sounds. There was also a burn mark on its body.

Dong Qing was still tempted. He picked up this thing and felt its softness. Especially the fur on its body, it felt very comfortable to the touch, and the little guy was also very docile.

Dongqing kept a close eye out. He didn't let everyone know about this, but secretly hid the little guy in a pile of corn. Every day, he would pay a visit to the little guy and feed him.

Slowly, the little guy's injuries became better, and he became lively again. Every time he saw Dong Qing coming over, he would cry out in excitement.

After that, he inadvertently heard everyone talking about Taoist Wang and his family, and after their descriptions and the time they took to send him off, it seemed that the little fellow he saved was Maoju Spirit!

It was fortunate, Dongqing thought, that she had been careful not to let anyone else know about this, or else her life would have been in danger.

After he finished cutting in line, Dong Qing wrapped Maoju Spirit in a quilt and brought him back to his hometown in Sichuan.

In the period of time since he returned to his hometown, he had not heard of anyone losing anything, and neither had his own house. On the contrary, it was different from before, when his own house had been barren but ever since he brought the Maoju Spirit back, the weather in the fields was good, and the days passed with increasing heat.

But unfortunately, not even two years had passed and Maoju Spirit was already dead without a trace.

I don't know if it's because of the climate or some other reason.

After the death of Maoju Spirit, Second Uncle found a painter. He described the appearance and form of the Maoju Spirit and then, according to his description, the painter drew two portraits to give his blessings.

At that time, Dong Qing was afraid that if one of them was broken, she would be able to use the other one.

Unexpectedly, after going to India and getting to know Samit, he gave another portrait to Samit.

Samit told me, in fact, my grandfather had been researching this technique at Baroda since a long time ago. He was friends with Samit's father, but due to the difficulty of funding, he was unable to practice this technique further.

Ever since Second Uncle brought Maoju Spirit back, his family was getting richer and richer by the day. Even after Maoju Spirit died, his family's wealth did not run out, so Second Uncle came to India to seek help from his grandfather. With money, everything would be fine.

Samit said, our family has a fifty year tradition of making Holy Infant. Before, when we were not acquainted with Dong Qing, we did not have any techniques to save him, and thus, we had to sell the completed Holy Infant immediately, or else it would rot very quickly.

I asked him, that's not right, even if you sell it at the first possible moment, if the Holy Infant were to fall into the hands of a customer, wouldn't it rot as well?

Samit shook his head and said, You don't understand? Once the Holy Infant is activated, it will not rot away, but I am a seller, so it is impossible for me to activate it, otherwise, I would have suffered a backlash. So before I meet your grandfather, whenever I create a Holy Infant, I would have to go through great pains to contact the customers, and some customers do not believe us and are not willing to pay the deposit, but after I finish doing it, the customers will not want it anymore, so the Holy Infant will fall into my hands. At this time, I will have to carry out a very complicated procedure to bury the Holy Infant. The corpse oil he provided is simply too magical, your grandfather said that even after soaking it in a bottle for a hundred years, the Holy Infant would still be alive and well. With this, I don't have to worry about not being able to sell it, nor do I have to worry about the customers who will regret after I finish my work, he has truly solved the many years of puzzlement in our Holy Infant family, including the Two-headed Infant in the buddhist hall, which your grandfather invented.

It was only now that I completely found out what kind of business my grandfather and Second Uncle were doing in India.

I asked Samit, how did Second Uncle refine this corpse oil? So powerful?