My phone is a second-hand Nokia N73 model, a Carl Zeiss lens, with 3.2 million pixels. In retrospect, it was an antique, but it was pretty good at the time. From the screen, I could see that the assistant had already put on the piece, then held the iron bar tightly with both hands, lifted it up vigorously, and placed it horizontally on the campfire to start roasting.

Azan sat down in front of the fire, stretched out his hands, spread his fingers, and chanted the mantra aloud to the fire. The room was less than twenty square meters, not far away, but the light was dim, the fire was dancing, and I couldn't see what it was, but it looked like a baby. After roasting for a while, the smell of barbecue began to fill the room, and I asked Kaohsiung in a low voice, "What is this roasting, pig or cow?"

"Dead babies. Kaohsiung replied in a low voice.

I almost blurted out the word "ah", if I hadn't immediately remembered Kaohsiung's advice and couldn't make it louder, I'm afraid I would have shouted it out a long time ago. My stomach began to churn, I felt nauseous, and my hands were shaking. As the assistant roasted, Azan stood up and crouched in front of the campfire, poked his right arm into the fire, palm up, and placed it just below the dead baby. The bonfire crackled and the flames encircled Azan on his right arm, but he didn't seem to be burning or hurting at all, but the chanting of mantras grew louder and louder, almost like a shout. I saw liquid flowing from under the dead baby, dripping onto Azan clapping hands and fire.

Azan withdrew his arm and slowly poured the liquid from his palm into the tray, which I guess was the fat that had come out of roasting a dead baby. My stomach churned even more, I wanted to throw up, I was wheezing, my head was buzzing. When Kaohsiung saw my virtue, he knew what was going on, and snatched my phone to continue recording. I trembled and pointed in the direction of the door, and Kaohsiung impatiently shook his head to signal me to go.

I walked out of the hut as if I had run away, the cool air outside made me feel much more comfortable, and I walked a dozen or so steps crookedly, as far away from the house as possible, and the mantra was much quieter. I bent over and took deep breaths, almost throwing up several times, but finally I couldn't bear it.

About ten minutes later, I saw Kaohsiung come out, threw his mobile phone to me, and asked with a smile: "How is it, the seafood fried noodles at night are almost vomited, right?"

"It's okay, it's okay, I didn't vomit if I blew a little wind. I replied. Kaohsiung looked at me in surprise and said that there were very few people who didn't vomit when they saw this scene for the first time, and he threw up back then.

I barely managed to squeeze out a smile: "I feel worse now than I have vomited." ”

Kaohsiung said: "Anyway, your trip is not in vain, that video is enough for you to show off for half a year." The scene of the black-clothed Azan blessing the Yin card with infant corpse oil is not something that every card dealer has seen. I nodded, but I said in my heart Forget it, if I go back to China to sell Buddha cards to others, and show this video to others, even if people are not scared to death and do not vomit, it is estimated that they have to stay away from me, and dare to buy Buddha cards?

I spent the night in the wooden house, and slept until midnight I was awakened by thirst, I felt hot all over, and when I touched my forehead, I almost got ready, grabbed the half bottle of mineral water on the floor next to the bed and drank it all, and lay down in a daze. I slept very hard, I thought I had a fever, and before I knew it, it was dawn, and then I touched my head again, and it was not hot at all. On the drive back to Bangkok with Kaohsiung, I asked him why the Azan photographer had roasted dead babies from mass graves on a fire and received grease. Kaohsiung said: "Corpse oil is the best material for blessing evil cards. ”

"Bless the Buddha with corpse and corpse oil?" I was dumbfounded.

Kaohsiung smoked a cigar and said: "Yin objects can be used as materials, and the living standards of ordinary people in Thailand are very low, equivalent to the remote mountainous areas before the liberation of China, so there are many mass graves, basically family members die and have no money to bury, so they have to be thrown there." A good simple coffin was dug and buried, and the poor couldn't afford to buy a coffin, so they rolled it up with a mat. Some of them didn't bother to bury them, so they just put them on the ground. But even if it is buried, it is buried very shallowly, and it will not be long before the wild dogs will even pull out the coffin mat. Have you ever seen a dog play football?"

"Dog...... Playing football?" I asked timidly.

Kaohsiung said: "I will have the opportunity to show you a long time in the future, that kind of mass graves were everywhere in Thailand a few decades ago, and now there are many fewer of them, but they are still there, but they are not very easy to encounter." There's a forest in Thonburi, and that's where Azan's assistant went last night. ”

My hands trembled when I heard this, and it took me a long time to ask, "Well, why did you pick up the body of a baby? Didn't you find an adult? Oh yes, the adult is too big to carry." I explained as I spoke, pretending to be calm.

"Of course not," Kaohsiung said, "the stillborn fetus is resentful, and it is the best material for yin." ”

My scalp tingled when I heard this, and I asked, "Then you also asked for a Buddha last night?"

Kaohsiung stretched his hand out of the window and flicked the cigar ashes: "You think I'm going to see the excitement and invite two yin cards, although it's not Binling, but it's all heavy material, so the effect will be very domineering." Two wealthy customers have already booked and have to make a lot of money. "I was very envious when I heard this, and I wanted to ask what Binling and Yin material were, but I was a little stunned when I remembered the disgusting scene last night. I thought that this money was not something that anyone could earn, and if it weren't for the debt repayment, I would definitely not have come into contact with these things, so I didn't ask.

When I arrived in Bangkok, I first found a place to have a simple breakfast, and when I returned to my house in Kaohsiung, he gave me all the more than a dozen Buddhist medals, patted me on the shoulder, and asked me to work hard after I went back, and when I was ready to go back to Thailand, it would be time to eat and drink spicy food. I nodded my head again and again, thinking that going back to China would be a victory for me.

Before going out, Kaohsiung said to me: "If you don't sell the Buddha card no matter how hard you try, and you don't make any money, you don't have to go back to Thailand, and you don't have to pay attention to Huang Chengcheng's guy, he won't go all the way to the Northeast to find you for an account for 10,000 yuan!"

I walked to the BTS station with a leather bag containing a Buddhist badge and other items, and at that time, I never dreamed that it was the cheap Buddhist card of this leather bag that made me go to the point of no return for the card dealer.

Back to the jewelry store from the BTS station, Huang Chengcheng returned his passport and visa to me, saying that he had completed the change and took off to Guangzhou on time at 4 pm. He said to me solemnly: "Mr. Tian, the most important thing in making silver is to talk about credit, you can go back to China to Lu Li to sell the Buddha card, and make money as soon as possible to return it to me." Although 12,000 yuan is not a huge amount of money, it is not a small amount, and we businessmen who do small business cannot afford to lose money. ”