I asked Li Mazi to think of a solution. He replied that he didn’t have any. 

We didn’t sleep that night and tightly wrapped the prayer beads in a piece of clothing, finally locking them in my safe. After everything was done, I waited for the bald old man’s call.  

If he had trouble, he would definitely call us. 

If there was no call, it meant that the Buddhist prayer beads wouldn't affect him any further.

Everything went fine for the next several days. The prayer beads stayed in the safe, and the bald old man wasn’t bothered by the chantings. He did call me, but just to keep me apprised of his situation.

Until one day, I ran into trouble. Sure enough, this matter wasn’t going...