"There is no problem." Zhang Siheng smiled.
Someone had arranged the vehicle for the trip. Zhang Meng took three disciples down the mountain. Wang Yao and Miao Sanding followed them.
In the mountain village hundreds of miles away from Longhu Mountain, the head Taoist, his two apprentices, and Liu Sifang waited in the next household. Some villagers who knew some things came over.
"Taoist Master, is the thing on the mountain removed?" a villager asked.
"It has been controlled," the head priest said. "I will deal with it."
There had been two groups of Taoist priests from Longhu Mountain. One person from the first group did not come down from the mountain, which worried the villager. Some people did not even do farm work. Others had thought about whether they should move away.
"Uncle, what is it in the ancient tomb?" Liu Sifang asked.
"You could say it is an evil spirit," the head priest said.
