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Capital City.
Subway Line Seven.
Caishikou Station.
Xiao Ran, dressed in his Great Purple Taoist Robe, held a Peach Wood Sword in one hand and a Demon-Subduing Pestle in the other.
Around his neck hung Buddhist prayer beads and, from the south, a Golden God pendant; at his waist was the Soul-Calming Bell as well.
The staff, with wide eyes and open mouths, out of professional practice, did not ask which deity the master was worshipping. After checking and finding nothing dangerous, they let him pass.
In the Great Zhou, belief was free, with Buddhism, Daoism, and the worship of the Golden God standing side by side, the Daoist faith being the most prosperous with the support of the Imperial Court.
"Immeasurable Heavenly Honored One, this humble monk wishes to expel demons today!"
Xiao Ran hadn't slept for three days, his eyes were bloodshot, and he clinked and clanked along the way, more like an evil spirit.
