"Brother Wang, let it go."
"Perhaps they really have urgent matters; let's head back."
Persuaded by others nearby, the merchant left in a huff with his group, riding towards Guizhou City.
"It does seem quite odd indeed."
After the group left, Daoist Feng stroked his beard and said, "I'm not close with the abbot of the temple, but I've heard that the person is extremely greedy. He wouldn't turn away money that comes to his doorstep."
Looking at the temple in the rain, Li Yan pondered, "No rush, let me take a look first."
Having said that, he performed Step Gang, pinched a spell with his hand, and lightly flicked his little finger.
Swoosh!
A cold wind arose, and a white paper effigy suddenly flew out from a pouch at his waist, gliding towards the temple along the ground.
This "Grass Spirit Technique of the Northern Emperor" had a convenient aspect, which was that many effigies were prepared in advance, so there was no need for spells during the execution, saving time.
