"How is the talisman broken? Child's urine or Black Dog Blood?"
Zhou Xuan had a fixed stereotype about breaking talismans, as that's always how it was portrayed on TV and in folk plays—just splash a basin of Black Dog Blood on it, and it'll be done.
If it still couldn't be broken, then it must be because there wasn't enough Black Dog Blood, or the dog wasn't old enough!
"That is using filthy substances to attack the talisman! If the talisman power is weak, naturally that method would work. But this Yellow Talisman can subdue Evil Ghosts and suppress the Yin Sha Qi inside this house, even sealing this stone gate, so its power cannot be weak.
Forget about sprinkling some Child's urine, even if you build a public toilet on top of the talisman and call everyone from East Market Street to urinate on it, it wouldn't work!"
Suddenly Zhou Xuan felt that Lao Yun was not only talkative but also a bit garrulous.
"Then what do you suggest?"
"This is where I come in."
