Grace Hu kept screaming and crying, her mouth already gagged. She had been taken outside the city, the pit was already dug, and I stood there clenching my fists, watching it all unfold.
"You wretch, keep screaming! Go on, scream again!"
A woman, holding a cane, viciously whipped the already dying Grace Hu. Then, with the help of several others, they threw her into the pit and began slowly filling it with earth.
Despair filled Grace Hu's eyes. She stared up at those people, whimpering continuously.
"Even as a ghost, I won't let any of you go. None of you."
Finally, Grace Hu screamed. At that moment, a sinister laugh rang out as the people above began shoveling dirt. Grace Hu cried out in agony, begging for mercy.
"My child is about to be born. Please, I beg you, spare him, spare him..."
Eventually, the pit was filled, and Grace Hu died in that desolate wilderness. Her child perished before ever being born.
After death, Grace Hu became a shadow, filled with deep resentment, heading toward the wealthy master's house. But she couldn't enter—the master believed in such things and had invited a Taoist years ago to seal the house, so Grace Hu was kept out.
Although the sixth wife had dealt with Grace Hu, the master died, and the inheritance was divided, sparking disputes. As their conflicts escalated and the household became divided, Grace Hu finally found an opportunity to enter the house, bringing her deep resentment and starting her revenge.
But at that time, Grace Hu's power was too weak. All she could do was haunt her enemies with nightmares every night. Eventually, everyone in the house began to fall ill.
The sixth wife sensed something was wrong. She'd been having the same nightmare for a month, night after night. They discussed it and decided to invite a spiritual expert.
A Taoist priest arrived. He didn't ask about the cause, simply captured Grace Hu. The priest was greedy, and the wives paid him handsomely. He taught them to wrap Grace Hu's bone ash urn tightly in an oilcloth and seal it in the cesspit.
The Taoist calculated that Grace Hu was a bringer of fortune. Even in death, she could be used through certain rituals to become a source of wealth for the family. And by sealing her in the cesspit, she would never reincarnate.
As the Taoist said, within a year, each of the six wives found new husbands, and the once declining family business began to thrive again.
All day long, Grace Hu remained trapped in the cesspit, her resentment growing. But whenever it reached a peak, the Taoist's ritual would disperse it, nourishing the land's energy and making the household even more prosperous.
Every night, cries could be heard from the cesspit where Grace Hu was imprisoned. One night, I stood beside it, listening to her mournful sobs.
"Whoever came up with this ghost-raising method, it really stinks. Just looking at it makes my teeth itch with anger,"
Suddenly, I saw a flash of green light atop the wall—it was Yuna Ji. She sat there, smiling, pinching her nose in disgust as she looked at the cesspit where Grace Hu was held.
"Help me, help me..." Grace Hu kept pleading. Yuna Ji stepped forward, muttering to herself.
"Forget it, there's nothing else to do anyway. I might as well go tease that little monk Mingde. Hehe."
Then Yuna Ji moved a little closer to the cesspit and began to speak.
"Oh, little sister, you’re so pitiful. You know, I'm just a wandering ghost passing by. There’s a high monk nearby—maybe he can save you. But you have to promise me one thing: if you have any grievances, tell me and I'll pass them on to the monk. Maybe he'll help you."
Suddenly, the scene shifted. Yuna Ji, grinning mischievously, sat in a nearly deserted ghost tea house. It was already late at night.
"Yuna Ji, I finally caught up to you,"
Once again, I saw Master Richard Ming. He walked up to Yuna Ji and sat down cross-legged in front of her.
"Little monk, I just met a poor ghost girl—her fate is tragic, kept in a household as a tool for fortune. It's miserable. Why don't you try to help her?"
"Oh, Yuna Ji, this is the first time I've seen you care about the little ghosts. Why not tell me more?"
Yuna Ji then told Master Richard Ming everything about Grace Hu.
"Alas, such suffering, such suffering. I must go in person, speak to that family, and ask them to release the ghost girl so I can take her to the temple for salvation."
The next morning, Master Richard Ming really did visit that family. The six wives received him politely, but when he brought up Grace Hu, their faces changed. No matter how he pleaded, they threw him out.
In a small restaurant, Master Richard Ming found Yuna Ji eating and drinking. All around, many guests stared at Yuna Ji, their eyes filled with desire.
"So? Little monk, didn't I tell you? Those people won't let go so easily. Did you waste your trip? Maybe you should sneak in tonight and free the ghost girl."
"Alas, that's all I can do."
That night, Master Richard Ming tried to climb over the wall to enter the house, but found the servants guarding it with torches all night. The six wives seemed desperate and secretly hired people to deal with Master Richard Ming.
"Little monk, what now? They want to kill you. But as the saying goes, if I don’t go to hell, who will? Right?"
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Yuna Ji squatted atop the wall, giggling, while Master Richard Ming looked helpless. Sure enough, several hired men approached, pretending nothing was wrong.
"Bald donkey, come here."
One of them shouted, and the others, holding ropes and sacks, surrounded Master Richard Ming. He sat cross-legged on the ground, unmoving. Suddenly, they tightened a rope around his neck and pulled a sack over him.
But then, something strange happened. Master Richard Ming's body became as hard as steel, radiating golden light.
"Oh, the Buddha body? Hehe, little monk, you're pretty clever."
No matter how they tried—cutting with knives or trying to lift him—they couldn't move Master Richard Ming. It was as if they'd seen a ghost; they scattered. But Yuna Ji didn't let them go. With a wave of her hand, their bodies were pierced by bones and swept into a green light.
"Yuna Ji, do not create needless killing karma. Your sins are already many, I hope..."
"Ah, little monk, I just can't stand those guys. Fine, I'll help you, but my strength is weak now, so I can't approach the Taoist's formation. You'll have to go to the cesspit and fish out the urn yourself."
Yuna Ji giggled. Master Richard Ming realized something and tried to stop her, but when he entered the courtyard, he found all the servants had simply fainted.
"Yuna Ji, how can you call yourself weak? Don't speak falsely. If you were truly weak, I could subdue you. But because I know I'm no match for you, my master told me to follow you."
Yuna Ji giggled again. Then Master Richard Ming tore off the talismans stuck to the toilet, kicked away some stones and the drawn formation, and used a bamboo pole to fish Grace Hu's bone ash urn out of the cesspit. Carefully, he peeled off the oilcloth and removed the talisman seal.
With a bang, blue smoke billowed out—Grace Hu emerged. Suddenly, all the filth in the toilet surged toward Master Richard Ming, engulfing him.
"Amitabha..."
Suddenly, Master Richard Ming raised his hand and flicked his robe, sending all the filth flying toward Yuna Ji instead.
"Oh no!"
Yuna Ji instantly turned into a flash of green light, darting to the top of the wall, covering her nose.
"Oh, little monk, look at that ghost girl—so wicked. You saved her, and she repaid you with harm."
"Yuna Ji, please don’t joke with me."
"Alright, alright, little monk, do as you see fit."
Yuna Ji sat nearby, disgruntled. Meanwhile, Grace Hu had retreated far away, deeply afraid of Master Richard Ming's aura.
"Lady, all your grudges are from your past life. Now that you’re a ghost, I hope you’ll come with me—I promise to help you dispel your resentment…"
But suddenly, Grace Hu's eyes flashed with malice, and she flew toward the courtyard, intent on revenge. Instantly, Master Richard Ming cast a string of prayer beads, trapping her.
Grace Hu whimpered in pain, while Yuna Ji clapped and laughed nearby.
"Alas, little monk, she suffered such cruel torment in life. Not only do you stop her from seeking revenge, you torment her further. You call yourself a monk? Hmph."
Yuna Ji looked disgusted, while Master Richard Ming simply laughed.
"Tomorrow, I’ll go to the authorities and tell them everything."
Then Grace Hu was returned to the bone ash urn. Master Richard Ming found a well, washed the urn clean, and prepared to go to the local authorities the next day to explain everything.
"Oh, you people always like doing these thankless things. Just let her out and kill everyone who hurt her—wouldn’t that be easier?"