"Alright! I'm in!" The man stared at the treasure note with longing and greed, struggling to move his gaze to the statue beside him.
"Just kneeling and worshiping? That's all?" he asked.
"First, a sincere bow of worship, followed by a complex process. I'll guide you step by step," Zhang Rongfang said. "If all goes well, the ritual should be completed by afternoon."
"I see." The man nodded, indicating his understanding.
He thought to himself that money couldn't be earned so easily; there were surely complications ahead.
With this realization, he felt somewhat relieved.
Straightening his worn-out clothes, the man walked to within a meter of the statue, then knelt.
He clasped his hands, balancing Yin and Yang, bending down, kowtowing.
Thump.
One kowtow.
Thump.
Second kowtow.
Thump.
Third kowtow!
Thud.
Suddenly, a glimmer of light flickered by, shooting out from the statue's hand-held golden bead and penetrating the man's forehead.
