Chapter 68: Cursed Artifacts

“Brother Xiao! I was worried sick about you last night! I couldn’t sleep until very late!” Xiao Qing threw herself at me and hugged me.
Even Senior Sister Mo couldn’t stop her.

“Uh! I’m sorry, Xiao Qing, for making you worry,” I only felt a gust of fragrant wind as a soft jade-like body threw itself into my arms,the impact even causing my large breasts to jiggle.

“Of course it’s not okay yet. I have to check if you’ve really not been possessed, or if you’ve been influenced by a resentful spirit. Please bear with it,” Mo Qingyan took out a bottle of spiritual water and poured it over my head, soaking my clothes.

This did somewhat purify the ominous aura I had been tainted with last night, so I didn’t resist and let her pour the spiritual water on me.
Next, Mo Qingyan took out some Daoist talismans and stuck them on me.
From the intensity of their spiritual light, I could tell these were also printed talismans.

“Alright, no problem. Congratulations on overcoming this ordeal. Xia Yubing’s parents shouldn’t give you any more trouble after this,” Mo Qingyan said with a smile.
I let out a sigh of relief.

“Go change your clothes. Xiao Qing should have taken you to buy some yesterday. I also brought two sets of school uniforms for you,” Mo Qingyan handed me her own school uniform.

Xiao Qing’s figure was too petite; if I wore her school uniform, the skirt would become a miniskirt.
Mo Qingyan’s height was similar to Xia Yubing’s, so it barely fit.
I would have to buy a few spare sets myself when I had the chance.

I went to the side to change, while Mo Qingyan led Xiao Qing to the offering table, marveling at the already spoiled fruits and rice.

In my eyes, the entire offering table was shrouded in a dense ominous aura, all of which was left over from yesterday, including the iron basin that had held blood.
For some reason, after absorbing the offerings I presented, the ominous aura on those two paper effigies had become even heavier.

“Tsk tsk tsk, these are all good things. A real haul this time,” a look of joy appeared on Mo Qingyan’s beautiful face.
She carefully placed the two candles into a bag covered in demonic symbols, then put a few talismans on the iron basin before storing it away.

Mo Qingyan used the same printed talismans as Xiao Qing, but she seemed to be much more skilled at using them.
The placement and order of her talismans, and even the types of talismans she used, all had a specific logic.

After Mo Qingyan applied the talismans, the spiritual energy between them connected to form a large net of spiritual power, completely sealing the ominous aura of the iron basin within.
Even though they were just printed talismans, they displayed a spiritual effect no less than that of the genuine Rejuvenation Talisman.

“Senior Sister Mo, aren’t these things full of ominous aura inauspicious? How do you plan to handle them?” I asked curiously.
Why did it feel like Mo Qingyan was treating these things as treasures?

“Of course, I’m taking them back to the Supernatural Events Department for the collection. These are all good things. By the way, don’t tell the police about this. If Xia Yubing’s parents are summoned for questioning, your identity might be exposed,” Mo Qingyan said.

“Yes, I understand,” I thought of the red pencil in Mo Qingyan’s hand, which was also filled with ominous aura.
Could this kind of thing also be a treasure?
So I asked, “Senior Sister Mo, what exactly are these iron basins and candles tainted with ominous aura that you’re collecting?”

“Hmm, you should know by now. Items at the center of a supernatural event, after being tainted with ominous aura, become Cursed Artifacts. Some people also call them Yin Artifacts or Ghost Artifacts. They are also a type of Dharma artifact, just more dangerous and with more offensive functions,” Mo Qingyan said.

“Aren’t those just supernatural items? Is it really okay to use such things?” I asked with some concern.

“No problem, you just need to be a little careful. My pencil is a Cursed Artifact, but it’s very effective for summoning Bixian. An object is ultimately just an object; what matters is how people use it,” Mo Qingyan said.

“Alright, I understand,” I said.
After all, Mo Qingyan had saved my life several times, and I understood the risks she was talking about, so I followed her words obediently.

“But these offerings that have already been consumed can’t be kept. Be careful not to touch them. Find a garbage heap to throw them away or burn them,” Mo Qingyan wrapped her hand in a cloth and put the spoiled rice and fruits into a garbage bag.

Only then did I remember the funeral home that delivered the takeout last night.
It had truly saved my life.
Although I didn’t know why a funeral home would also sell a set meal of fruits and rice as offerings, I should at least give them a good review first.

But when I opened my phone, I couldn’t find that shop on the platform at all.
It wasn’t in my purchase history, and when I searched for funeral homes, the delivery service didn’t offer services from such shops at all.
There were none.

What was even stranger was that there was a bank transfer record in my text messages, but the recipient column was empty.
There was nothing.
I couldn’t even find out who the money was transferred to on my mobile banking app.

Recalling the somewhat eerie figure of the delivery rider last night, I knew that this funeral home was probably not something to be trifled with.
It was better not to delve too deeply.
I had a gut feeling that if I did, there would definitely be trouble.

By this time, Mo Qingyan had already cleaned up everything on the offering table, leaving only the two paper effigies.
Mo Qingyan said, “Luo Xiao, you come and put away these two paper effigies. Right now, only you can touch them. Remember to be respectful.”

How was I supposed to be respectful?
I thought for a moment, then could only walk to the table, bow twice, and then gently cup the paper effigies with both hands.
They felt a bit heavy, definitely not the weight of a piece of paper, but far from the weight of a person.

I put both paper effigies into my backpack and felt its weight.
Mo Qingyan said, “Next, you need to take them back to Xia Yubing’s house to be delivered. Then you need to enshrine them, offer them regular sacrifices, and preferably put them in a small shrine. As long as you worship them often, they won’t harm you.”

“I understand,” I nodded solemnly.
This was a matter of life and death.

After putting away the paper effigies, Mo Qingyan washed the table again with spiritual water to clean off the residual ominous aura.
Only then did she lead me to Xia Yubing’s residence.

Today happened to be Saturday, so there was no school.
Therefore, both Mo Qingyan and Xiao Qing came along.
Mo Qingyan made a phone call, and soon, at an intersection near Xia Yubing’s house, we met up with the monks who were preparing to conduct the ceremony.

It was a standard group of monks.
All of them had shaved heads with ordination scars and wore yellow monk robes.
The one in the lead wore a kasaya and held a golden staff.

Whether it was the staff, the prayer beads, or the kasaya, they all radiated spiritual light.
Even the young monks carried Dharma artifacts brimming with spiritual light.
One could imagine how wealthy these monks were.

Moreover, all their Dharma artifacts emitted a golden spiritual light, their aura righteous and bright.
Just being near them made one feel warm.
Perhaps these were the yang-aspected Dharma artifacts the Feng Shui shop owner had mentioned.