Kaohsiung stopped talking to me, turned on the radio and listened to music. I admire him, there have been two car accidents that I know of, and this car can still listen to the radio.

I didn't understand, now we are just going to dig up the bones, and we are not Azan, nor are we going to bless and destroy the bones on the spot, is it necessary to take Master Azan so early? Kaohsiung took Azan Pingdu and his assistants and continued to Rayong. For the sake of secrecy, of course Kaohsiung and I couldn't tell them that they were looking for Peng Ma, the third apprentice of the Ghost King Sect, but only that they knew that there was a black-clothed Azan buried somewhere and wanted to get the bones out. Azan Pingdu and his assistant didn't ask much, and they were probably used to seeing this kind of thing.

When I arrived at the place, it was already completely dark, and I wanted to search for the rice field from memory, but when I got there, I realized that I had almost no impression at all. It was midnight when I confronted Peng Ma Yinfa, and the rice fields in Thailand were all the same, and it was clear where to tell the difference.

At this time, I also understood why Kaohsiung wanted to bring Azan Pingdu with him, the car was driving on the highway, and suddenly Azan Pingdu said: "I sense that there is an evil spirit, drive slowly." Kaohsiung hurriedly hung back on the low gear and drove out for about ten minutes, Azan Pingdu shook his head, saying that the evil spirit was getting weaker and weaker. Kaohsiung hurriedly turned around and drove back, and after another ten minutes, Azan Pingdu still said that the evil spirit had changed from weak to strong, but it had become weaker again. Kaohsiung made a U-turn again and went back and forth three times, but failed to find a specific location.

"It shouldn't be," I said, "that guy specializes in cultivating yin methods, if it's really buried nearby, shouldn't the evil spirit be obvious?" Kaohsiung nodded, and Azan Pingdu simply stepped out of the car, and the three of us followed closely behind. Azan Pingdu walked into the rice field, stood near a depression, closed his eyes, held the string of bone beads in his hand, opened his eyes again, pointed to the left, and stood dozens of meters away from the depression.

Kaohsiung said: "It seems to be here, right? Last time I remembered that it was a flat terrain, and there were two big rocks next to it!" After he reminded me, I also recalled, saying that the two big stones were one big and one small, and we searched for a while nearby, and sure enough, we found the two stones, which were the same as our impression.

Azan Pingdu said: "If there is really a buried Azan who cultivates the black law, it is impossible for the evil qi to be so weak, and almost you can't feel it." "No matter what, we have to dig it up first, and I, Kaohsiung, and my assistants mobilized together, and three shovels were raised up and down, digging up and down the soft ground. I worked for two hours, and strangely, I didn't dig anything.

"Are you in the wrong place?" asked Azan Pingdu's assistant. Kaohsiung shook his head and said that it was impossible, he remembered that this place had been dug up in such a large area, it was almost half a basketball court the size, it was impossible not to. Azan Pingdu said that there is only one possibility, that is, the bones you are looking for have indeed been buried here before, but they have been taken away, so although the evil qi is there, it is very weak.

Kaohsiung and I looked at each other and knew what to expect.

"Who did that?" Kaohsiung muttered to himself.

Since Peng Ma couldn't find it, we had to go home. Before leaving, I used a shovel to make a visible mark on the trunk of a large nearby tree – shoveling off two triangular pieces of bark. Driving through Pattaya, Kaohsiung sent Azan Pingdu and his assistant home, and Kaohsiung suddenly turned around and drove back and continued to Rayong. I asked, "Do you still want to dig it?"

Kaohsiung said: "I can't find Azan Pingdu, and it's even more impossible for the two of us alone, so we'll stay in Rayong, and tomorrow we'll start inquiring around there, and we have to inquire about clues!" I think this is too difficult, even if someone really knows that there are bones of the ghosts who practice the Fa buried there, they will definitely have to carry people on their backs when they leave, and it's all in the middle of the night, so who will witness it? But since Kaohsiung has to investigate, I can't object to it, Kaohsiung and I have always been a vine, and we have never had a big disagreement.

I found a hotel in Rayong City, and it was already the second half of the night, and I slept until dawn, and Kaohsiung drove me to this rice field again. It was October, and there were many people harvesting in the rice fields, so Kaohsiung went over and asked the farmers if they had seen any suspicious people digging in that location from June last year until now, and it was at night.

The peasants asked us why we were inquiring about these things, and Kaohsiung said that the two of us were folk archaeologists, and that there were people nearby who specialized in stealing cultural relics, so they came to inquire. The peasants all shook their heads and said they didn't know. Kaohsiung and I inquired separately, this rice field is about a dozen acres, and there are nearly 100 farmers who cultivate the land alone, and we inquired all morning, and asked the same thing hundreds of times, and I wanted to record these contents in my mobile phone and play them to listen to them. At noon, Kaohsiung and I found a nearby village, paid for lunch at a villager's house, a simple fried rice, and went to the rice fields in the afternoon to continue inquiring.

Two days have passed, and the farmers in this neighborhood have already known us, and they greet us with a smile when they see us passing by, and I have to say that Thailand, the title of "Smiling Country", is right, they have never regarded us as any suspicious characters or even thieves, and they have not asked too much. Since I couldn't find out about Peng Ma's bones, I asked the villagers if there were any hauntings or anything more supernatural in the vicinity. More than half a year ago, some villagers went to the rice fields in the middle of the night, or some people returned to the village from the highway at night, and they would see a white shadow in the rice field, which seemed to have no feet, but hung in the air, moving very fast, and sometimes disappeared in a blink of an eye. Some villagers thought it was dazzling, while others thought it was a ghost. Moreover, the little babies in the village started crying in the middle of the night more than a year ago, but they were no longer there six months ago.

Kaohsiung and I were tired, so we sat on a field stalk, and when we talked about the haunting just now, Kaohsiung said: "Obviously, that is Peng Ma's Yin Spirit, he died in the fight, and he is very resentful, unless there is a person with extremely high mana to exceed, he will never be reincarnated." But why didn't it exist half a year ago? It means that its bones probably won't be here for half a year!"

"Where can I go if I'm not here?" I didn't understand, "Did Azan pass by here sense it and poach it?" Kaohsiung didn't speak, and took out a cigarette to relieve his fatigue.

I was also very tired, so I said, "Boss Gao, you have a cigarette, how can I relieve my fatigue?" Kaohsiung didn't speak, just threw me a cigarette, I lit it with a lighter, took half a puff, and spit it out from my nose.

"Boss Tian is smoking?" Kaohsiung said, "You have to suck it into your lungs!" He showed me, and I did it the same way, choking me so much that I coughed and tears flowed out, not to mention how uncomfortable it was in my lungs, and the fire was burning. Kaohsiung laughed, patted me on the shoulder and said learn more, don't pressure yourself with more art. I thought to myself, smoking is also a craft, and it's funny.