“Those dirty things. Puuuuhhhh, gone!”

“Keku, can you explain to me what happened?”

Instead of answering, she spoke to Mito and the child suddenly thrust out his arm and pinched my cheek hard with his chubby fingers!

This took me by such surprise that I let out a loud “Aiiiya!” I turned to my landlady. “Keku, how can you let a four-year-old do this to me?”

To my surprise, instead of turning to scold her son, she rubbed his head affectionately. “Good job, Mito.” Then to me: “Miss Lin, Mito is doing you big favor!”

“Are you kidding me? How?”

“You react, so you OK.” She laughed. “Ha, ha, we make sure you alive. A child has purest qi to sense yours.”

Before I could respond, she asked, “You really feeling better now?”

I collected my scattered qi, recalling my earlier discomforts. “Yes, I think I’m pretty much back to normal now.”

“You sure?”

I nodded emphatically. “The headache and stomachache are gone, and so are my runny nose and teary eyes. Yes, I definitely feel fine. Thank you and your friends.”

She pointed upward. “Don’t thank me, thank heaven.”

“Where’s the dirty thing?” I almost chuckled out loud.

She pointed to my wrist.

I lifted my hand and realized my ivory bracelet was gone! I screamed to Keku’s face, “Oh, my God, where’s my bracelet? I paid one thousand renminbi for it!” I wished I could have taken my words back because I didn’t want them to think I was rich—by their standards.

But it was too late. Her eyes were rounded like two lanterns. “Did you say one thousand?”

I didn’t respond.

She laughed triumphantly. “So I just threw one thousand renminbi away. Ha! I can’t believe…”

“What? How could you do that? Why didn’t you ask my permission first? It’s one thousand, not one hundred, you understand?”

“Of course I can tell difference between one hundred and one thousand.” Then suddenly she laughed like a drunk lifted up by a hurricane. “Ha, ha, ha, ha, one thousand! Miss Lin”—she started to count her fingers—“one thousand can buy three sheep, dozen chickens, new bicycle for Mito, new cooking pan for me, new—”

I cut her off. “Why did you throw my bracelet away?”

“To save you!”

I tried to get up. “Where did you throw it away? I’m going to get it back.”

Keku said something to Mito, and the mother-and-son duo pressed me down with such a powerful force that I felt like a rat squirming under an elephant’s leg.

I screamed, throwing each a dirty look. “Leave me alone and let me go find my bracelet!”

She screamed back, “It was that bracelet that almost killed you!”

“What are you talking about?”

“That bracelet is possessed!”

“Possessed?”

“Have you ever seen blood trapped inside a bracelet, sloshing around like a wandering, bleeding ghost? That’s why you got so sick. I pulled you back from the Gate of Hell by throwing it away! And instead of thanking me, you’re screaming at me!” Her voice was excited and triumphant, soaring into a heaven-reaching register.

Some silence passed before I gave up struggling. “OK, thank you very much, Keku. Can you two please release me now?”

The four hands left me like a breeze.

She went on. “When I lifted your wrist to check pulse I noticed your bracelet. Since it was such a pretty thing, I moved it around to look. Then, Wah! There was blood moving around with it! I was scared to death. It must be blood from your wrist! My heart sank, because that meant you must be already on your way to see the King of Hell and too late to come back!

“But I wouldn’t give up on friend. So I rubbed my eyes hard to see which part of your wrist the blood came from. But it was not from your wrist, but from your bracelet!

“I wanted to call for help but all my friends had left and Mito is too little to leave with you. Besides, if you were really going to die, I had to see you off and say last good-bye. When I checked your pulse again, it felt even weaker. I decided to do something to pull you back from other side. And quick, before it was too late!

“I took another careful look at the bracelet. Suddenly I realized it must be the ghost who was once the owner of this piece who wouldn’t let go. It was jealous of the new owner—you. So it wanted to take away your life so it can sneak back. Knowing it was a ghost, goose bumps splashed all over my body and all my hair stood up like needles. Then I saw the same happen to Mito’s hair!”

Keku went on excitedly. “I knew what to do. I used all my mother’s-milk-sucking strength to try pull bracelet off your hand. But it fit you so tightly that it refused to leave. A bloody spirit living in that bracelet was trying to take over yours!

“I dashed inside kitchen to get cooking oil, and dashed back to smear around your wrist. Then I shouted, ‘One, two, three,’ and pulled! The bracelet flew off your wrist and dropped onto the floor with loud bang! And the blood inside looked like it was boiling. So the spirit must be furious that its chance to take over you was smothered by me. Not one minute wasted, I pulled Mito with me and walked three miles to nobody land. I dug a deep hole, making sure it was so deep that the spirit had no way to get out. Finished, I put sand back to fill the hole, and I taught Mito to say a prayer with me to pacify the ghost.”

After she finished, Keku touched my forehead with great affection.

“See, Miss Lin, now your fever and pain gone and you completely recovered.”

She turned to say something to Mito. The child clapped enthusiastically and leaned to give me a saliva-smearing kiss.

The gesture was so unexpected that I was moved beyond words. When I regained my composure, I said to the mother-and-son duo, “Thank you so much, Keku, and you, Mito,” and playfully pinched the child’s rosy cheek.

I thought for a while, then told Keku how and where I’d gotten the bracelet.

After I finished, I asked, “Keku, then how come the bracelet didn’t hurt the seller?”

“Because he is not wearing it. Spirit can only come alive when direct contact with flesh.”

“Keku, do you think that the vendor is a bad person?”

Now it was her turn to think. “He told you it was a burial object, so he may know there is bad spirit inside. But I guess he has no choice if he needs money to pay for his son’s operation. He might even think he can exchange his son’s sickness with yours.”

“Is that so? Oh, my God!”

“Or maybe just an imposter, doesn’t even have son.”

Her remark made me feel utterly stupid.

Keku smiled. “Don’t worry, Miss Lin. You’ve recovered. But,” she said emphatically, “next time when you go shopping, don’t forget to bring me along!”

“Yes, ma’am!” I smiled, then said, “Keku, tell me where you buried my bracelet.”

She shook her head so hard I feared it might come off her neck.

“Please.”

“So you want to find ghost and bring back to village? No way!”

20

The Blind Fortune-Teller

The next day, now fully recovered, I immediately started to plan for my visit to Master Soaring Crane, the fortune-teller. Blind since a child, he had developed an acute auditory and tactile sensitivity. He was known for his feng shui methods but was considered unsurpassed in his skill with the Subtle Purple Calculus—a thousand-year-old method based on a person’s date and hour of birth. Soaring Crane lived in a Daoist temple on the Mountains of Heaven, which, fortunately for me, was not anywhere near Floating Cloud’s temple.

After yet another cart, train, and bus ride, I arrived at the southern foothills of the Mountains of Heaven, about sixty-five miles from the city of Kucha.

Looking up I could see the temple between reddish-brown rock outcroppings, but the way up was steep, so to make it easy for myself, I hired two coolies to bring me there in a sedan chair.

After I got off and paid the coolies, I gave the architecture a once-over. Hung above the main entrance was a wooden plank with the name SOARING CRANE TEMPLE painted in bright green against a deep-brown background. As I entered the courtyard, billows of smoke drifted to welcome me from a squat bronze burner. Around the courtyard were several entrances with signboards: MEDITATION HALL, HALL OF BLESSING AND PROTECTION, RESIDENCE OF THE SUPERIOR OLD MAN… Finally my eyes alighted on my destination: CAVE OF THE SOARING CRANE.

In a small hall of four or five hundred square feet was an altar piled with statues of gods and goddesses. Surrounding the deities was an assortment of paper flowers drooping from vases, seemingly nodding to acknowledge my presence. The other walls were covered with images of more gods and goddesses. A wooden desk sat quietly in a corner next to the entrance.

“Hello, anybody here?” I asked, but no response.

I went up to the altar and examined the biggest statue, of a bearded old man holding a whisk. A small plaque next to him was inscribed with the four characters tai shang lao jun—The Superior Old Gentleman. Below the four characters was a description:

The superior old gentleman is Laozi. One day when his mother was seventy-two years of age, she saw stars descending from the sky. One of the stars entered her mouth and impregnated her. Soon she gave birth to Laozi from her left armpit. The baby was born with a full head of white hair, and was thus named Old Gentleman.

Laozi was the founder of Daoism, the most influential philosophy and religion in China. Decades later, disgusted by human machinations, he rode an ox to the West and never returned. Before his departure, Laozi had been asked by the gate’s guard to set down his wisdom. The result was the famous Daode Jing, Classic of the Way and its Virtue.