The Wang family patriarch bowed to a fat monk wearing a kasaya in fear and trepidation.
"Amitabha. Almsgiver Wang, these things are all tainted with evil consequences. It was them that caused your son to encounter evil. Leave these to this penniless monk to deal with. Otherwise, more people will suffer harm!"
The fat monk pointed at the large pile of things in the courtyard, his face full of solemnity.
"Ah? This... Then I'll have to trouble you, Master."
Upon hearing the monk's words, the Wang family patriarch immediately panicked.
He hurriedly ordered his servants to move everything into a carriage.
At the same time, he turned to the monk and said, "Master, is it true that as long as these things are dealt with, the dirty beings in our village will disappear?"
"Yes, that's right. When this penniless monk takes these things out to perform a ritual, it will naturally resolve your disaster."
The monk had a righteous look on his face.