Old Cripple Huang’s soul, while certainly not as illustrious as Translator Long’s, still possessed the ability to face life head-on; even what Translator Long had left now originated from Old Cripple Huang.

“Long Sheng, remember, all the gold you crave now belongs to your Cripple Grandpa. Now your Cripple Grandpa doesn’t agree anymore; seeing how greedy you’ve become, he’s decided that these things will be donated by Master Zhou Huan to those in society who need help.” Translator Long persuaded Long Sheng, and then he addressed the female ghost: “We truly don’t know where your possessions went, but your hand can still find them. Look at Old Cripple Huang’s chest; your withered hand is still stuck right there.”

As he spoke, Old Cripple Huang gritted his teeth and pulled the withered hand out from his own chest: “This hand has been with me for decades; ah, back then, your ring was also because of greed for wealth.” Speaking of this, Old Cripple Huang cast his gaze back to Long Sheng: “Look, isn’t this the consequence of greed? Think of the trouble it caused.”

Long Sheng lowered his head, speechless, while Zhou Huan felt a sudden tremor in his heart: “The ring you mentioned went abroad?”

“Yes, I estimate finding it will be quite difficult, but I feel that such a precious object wouldn’t just be kept by them; they must be exhibiting it everywhere, because things that valuable are rare treasures the world over.” Old Cripple Huang and Translator Long continuously shared their views. No matter how they spoke, Zhou Huan remained crestfallen. He had thought seeing Translator Long would end this matter, but alas, the crucial ring was gone again. Yet, the good news was that at least they now knew the ring’s general whereabouts.

After talking for so long, Zhou Huan felt no happiness whatsoever; in the end, he was left with a pile of messy cleanup. Two ghosts needed to be sent to the underworld; the female ghost might not be removable temporarily, but that Money String definitely had to be forcibly sent away—it held no real resentment, merely wanting a bit of wealth.

“Cripple Huang, you’re sticking with Translator Long now?” Zhou Huan asked Cripple Huang.

Cripple Huang replied proudly, “Of course. I’m close to entering the Daoist temple too; this is serious business.”

“Very well, you two pursue your cultivation, but there’s one thing: you must do me a favor. Go down and help find that Persian merchant. If you don’t know where he is, check the female ghost’s file with the Judge. When you return, bring her husband up. I hope they can meet once I find the ring.” Zhou Huan arranged the remaining steps. This time, it completely moved the female ghost. Her tears flowed continuously, and this time, they were no longer blood. Her face transformed into one of loyal benevolence.

When Zhou Huan turned back, Translator Long and Cripple Huang were long gone. As a cool breeze swept over, a piece of paper blew against Zhou Huan’s face. He reached out, took it, and saw several large characters written neatly on it: “Master Zhou Huan shall hold custody of the gold, possessing the right of disposal, the right of use…” Following this were details about the amount of gold, its shape, location, total quantity, and all other information concerning that gold. The signature at the bottom was Translator Long’s true name, Long Yun.

Zhou Huan held the paper, gazing at it for a long time. Then, he tucked it into his jacket pocket. Just as he was about to bid farewell to the two ghosts, his phone rang. On the other end were Tian Xiong and Shi Bingyuan.

“Master, we’ve found our data, as well as the historical facts from the Andong Historical Archives. We noticed a problem.”

“What problem? Come over in a bit and we’ll discuss it. Remember to bring the armored cash transport vehicle when you come, lest the items here can’t fit in a regular car, and if they do, we fear the rain. For this trip, consider it an assignment for security guards,” Zhou Huan said, then recounted his location before hanging up.

It was strange. Zhou Huan hadn't done anything on the mountain, yet suddenly this happened. Dongzi, by some means unknown, managed to find his way here. The fellow shouted as he walked: “Brother, Master, I’m here! I know you need my help. Tell me quickly, what exactly are you planning to do here? We’re all waiting for you!”

“Waiting for me for what? I’m not hosting a banquet.”

“The point is, I’m waiting for you. I’ve already prepared the food. Sister Xiao He and Big Radish went to eat at Sister Xiaoling’s today; whether they come back tonight is questionable. So I’m lonely, which is why I came to find you.” Zhou Huan didn’t mind Dongzi saying these things; he didn’t call him long-winded, but one thing Zhou Huan found truly miraculous was how Dongzi found him, as he hadn't been with him initially.

Zhou Huan asked, “Dongzi, how did you find me?”

“Ah! Didn’t it say in your book? A compass for finding ghosts is also like a compass for finding people. People possess information; when enough gathers, it becomes a soul. So, finding you was easy for me. I followed the compass all the way down, and it was still pointing upward, so I arrived here and met Big Brother.” Dongzi felt a great sense of accomplishment today, having figured out another one of his brother’s frequently used methods, including the charade of catching ghosts. Dongzi’s mouth was like a door that never closed, so he blurted out everything; sometimes the people at Fushou Hall just called him Big Mouth.

Zhou Huan smiled slightly: “Since you’ve reached this level of comprehension, Dongzi, you can handle the farewell ceremony tonight. I’ll watch from the side, and if you need anything, I’ll assist you.”

“Naturally! Great! I’ll start right away, lest dawn breaks and we can’t send them off anymore.” Saying this, Dongzi pulled out his gear—his peach-wood sword, cinnabar, talismans—and dumped them all onto the ground. He picked them up one by one, tossed the unused items back into his bag, and immediately began to make a fuss.

Zhou Huan sat to the side, sucking on a cigarette, staring intently at Dongzi. Dongzi was genuinely confident; to attempt sending off a female ghost with over three thousand years of history, and even managing to send her first—he clearly had no idea what he was doing.

This female ghost was full of complications, this and that; it was obvious she just didn’t want to leave, that she wanted to see her husband, and her ring which had turned into a Terracotta Warrior.

“Brother Huan, I’m starting.” Dongzi was ready. Looking at the female ghost again, he squatted on the ground, his eyes blankly fixed on Zhou Huan.

When Dongzi saw Zhou Huan nod, he began chanting his spell, even pulling out his best tool—the shovel. “I use this shovel when summoning souls, and now I’ll use it to send one off.” As he swung the shovel through the air, a cold, sharp glint flashed by in an instant. The female ghost staggered back two large steps and finally exclaimed, “You good-for-nothing Dongzi, you’re just trying to send me home! I’m not going!”

When two stubborn people come together, something is bound to go wrong. While Dongzi was busy with the female ghost, Zhou Huan spoke to the Money String: “If you want to catch up with Cripple Huang and Translator Long now, it will require your endurance—not physical, but spiritual endurance.”

“No, I’d rather you use the Arhat Rope and not take me away; I’ll just wait here for you all to return.”

Hearing the female ghost’s words, Zhou Huan stopped Dongzi: “Forget it, let’s go find our things. As for the moon in the sky, I doubt even he has the power to turn it red again.”

“Brother Master, is it really appropriate to just leave her… here?” Dongzi seemed transformed, suddenly caring, having mastered so many spells and even created so many of his own things.

Zhou Huan smiled and said, “Money String, you can leave, or you’ll truly end up in the bowl. Go on, let’s take this female ghost to search, but to go abroad is fine; I’ll need to cast the Constant Soul Incantation on this spirit shortly.”

Dongzi heard this and found it novel again. He truly didn't know the extent of his elder brother’s capability. Every matter he mentioned, every talisman, was always something fresh. It seemed Master intended to see this through to the end; this matter absolutely wouldn't settle until the ring was found.

“Master Zhou, let’s go straight to America; we must find it!”