"This was found in the home of a previous Ban Shan Daoist."
"His home had a hidden compartment."
Zhang Qilin spoke softly, his voice possessing a certain magnetism.
Zhang Tian nodded upon hearing this and gently took the two items, not examining them immediately.
"Thank you for your trouble."
Zhang Tian patted his shoulder lightly. Zhang Qilin said nothing more and set the cloth bag on his back back down.
"What is this?"
"Vengeful spirits."
Zhang Qilin stated again. Zhang Tian opened the cloth bag.
Inside were entirely brown porcelain jars, each with several yellow talisman papers pasted on its surface.
"Boss, so many ghosts."
Fatty, standing nearby, was unexpectedly somewhat excited.
He looked closely at the porcelain jars.
"These should contain the ghosts and monsters that the Ban Shan Daoist captured from the populace."
"Some are vengeful spirits, others are forced vengeful spirits."
Zhang Tian said, lightly picking up a small porcelain jar.
"Boss, what do you mean by forced vengeful spirits? Look at Fatty, when have I ever forced anyone?"
Fatty looked puzzled.
"You are different, you are a bull warrior, these are pure little ghosts."
"Some souls remained in the mortal world because their wishes were unfulfilled in life. This Daoist discovered them and captured them."
"He refined them into fierce ghosts. This method is similar to Wang Canghai's, but his was more basic."
As Zhang Tian spoke, Hu Bayi interjected.
"If that's the case, how should we send them away? If we open them directly, they might fall into madness."
"This is simple, have the Princess suppress them, and then send them away."
Zhang Tian said, his gaze falling on Fatty.
"Quickly call out the Princess, let's deal with these things. Refining ghosts, truly someone could think of such a thing."
Zhang Tian said, and Fatty rubbed his head.
"Uh, Boss, are you sure?"
Fatty seemed hesitant. Zhang Tian nodded. Under Zhang Tian's gaze,
Fatty had no choice but to run back into the room.
He quickly looked towards the bronze mirror.
"Princess, Princess, Princess, Your most beautiful Empress, the Boss needs you."
Fatty whispered softly in front of the mirror, his voice filled with caution.
The Princess had not appeared yesterday, and Fatty was unsure if disturbing her would cause any problems.
After Fatty spoke, a pale hand slowly emerged from the bronze mirror, white and utterly devoid of blood.
Following this, the Princess's figure appeared.
Her originally peerless face now held a look of weakness.
However, her entire body was slightly flushed, not entirely red. Clearly, the Princess had not yet broken through to the red-clothed stage.
"There's sunlight outside, so I cannot go out. Bring the items in."
A clear, ethereal voice echoed.
"Certainly."
Fatty shouted excitedly and then trotted out.
Before long, Fatty returned carrying many bottles and jars.
After explaining the situation to the Princess, she readily agreed.
Meanwhile, Zhang Tian was sitting under a tree, the three of them looking at the silk manuscript.
"This seems to be a map, of a Daoist temple."
Zhang Tian frowned slightly.
Hu Bayi's gaze was fixed intently on the words.
"The clear wind has passed, ten thousand li, a family residing deep within the mountains."
"Facing east from the north, where the snow mountains rise, he becomes a recluse."
Reading the information on the manuscript, Hu Bayi murmured to himself.
"Boss, 'facing east from the north' should undoubtedly be the Northeast region."
"As for the location..."
Hu Bayi furrowed his brow slightly as he looked at the silk manuscript.
"This Daoist temple should be on Qingfeng Mountain, and very likely deep within the mountain range. I was wondering why the Ban Shan Daoist set up his home on Qingming Mountain before."
"It turns out it was just a single character difference."
Zhang Tian mused, he did not have a good impression of that Ban Shan Daoist.
The guy had ambushed him in the middle of the night and was then killed by a little turtle, doing a street dance.
"Should we go?"
Zhang Qilin asked softly from the side.
"In the Northeast, if there's an opportunity, we can go and see. If not, then forget it."
Zhang Tian waved his hand. He was not particularly concerned about this matter.
"I heard it's very cold there. Are you sure you want to go? If you freeze into an ice popsicle, don't blame me for not warning you."
At this moment, Little Fox spoke from below their feet, its adorable large eyes, white fur, and a small tail.
It was a shame that this creature's words were always so unexpected.
"Have you been there?"
Zhang Tian's gaze fell on Little Fox.
Although this little fellow was a bit foolish, its background remained a mystery.
"Tch, don't look down on Tuan Tuan. You might not know, but Tuan Tuan's family used to live in the snow mountains."
Little Fox proudly lifted its little head.
Zhang Tian rolled his eyes speechlessly.
It was actually a snow fox.
His gaze turned to the broken sword again.
Zhang Tian had found two broken swords.
The previous one was bought and given to Fatty.
Now, another one had appeared.
"Item: Daoist Patriarch's Ancestral Sword, rumored to have been passed down for decades."
"Item Function: Contains the Patriarch's essence blood, can summon the ancestor's spirit, temporarily gaining the Patriarch's strength for thirty seconds (once a month)."
"Item Description: The treasure of Qingfeng Mountain's Qingfeng Daoist Temple (damaged)."
His gaze fell upon it, and the description popped up.
Especially upon hearing about summoning the ancestor's spirit, Zhang Tian shivered all over.
"No, I can't keep this thing in my room. What if, late at night, the ancestor climbs into my ear and tells me to possess me?"
He shook his head repeatedly. Zhang Tian dared not take the risk.
Not to mention, he had no connection with this Qingfeng Temple.
Furthermore, being possessed by a stranger, wouldn't that be strange?
"Fortunately, it's broken, otherwise, it would definitely be troublesome."
Zhang Tian muttered, his gaze shifting to Hu Bayi.
"This peach wood sword should be the treasure of Qingfeng Daoist Temple. I suspect that the Ban Shan Daoist we encountered before."
"He stole it, or rather, damaged the wooden sword, which is why he fled from Qingfeng Mountain and came here."
Zhang Tian guessed.
"That's possible, Boss. You already have a complete peach wood sword. This thing is useless to you, why not find an opportunity to return it?"
Hu Bayi said. Zhang Tian looked at Hu Bayi.
He knew very well that Hu Bayi was not a do-gooder.
He had his own ideas, and Hu Bayi was no less cunning than himself. How could he return the broken sword?
"State your thoughts."
Zhang Tian said, and Hu Bayi spoke.
"Ban Shan Daoists are usually found where there are large tombs."
"Moreover, many of them are there to guard tombs and suppress demons. Yet, this Daoist temple is in the deep mountains, and in the Northeast. The place we are going, I suspect, there is a large tomb on Qingfeng Mountain."
Hu Bayi said, and Zhang Tian understood his meaning.
"Using the broken sword to lure out the large tomb!"
Upon saying this, the two of them exchanged a smile.
"Second Brother, are you going to the Northeast?"
Zhang Tian looked at Zhang Qilin, as going to the Northeast would involve the plot of 'Ghost Lantern'.
Zhang Qilin did not know if he would go.
"Naturally. Wherever you go, I go."
Zhang Qilin uttered a few words, and Zhang Tian's heart trembled, feeling an inexplicable warmth. This might be brotherhood.
Without further ado.
"If that's the case, let's wait for another month. We will go to the Northeast then. For now, let's finish what we need to do first."
Zhang Tian said, his gaze already turning towards the outside of the door.
Outside the door, at some unknown time, a man in red had already appeared.