"Bountiful City Famous Mountain! There must be something special about that place."
Mao Jing said.
I nodded.
"That should be the case."
Bountiful City Famous Mountain did not mean a famous mountain in Bountiful City.
Its name came from a saying in Daoist classics: "The famous mountain is called Fengdu."
Legend had it that the famous mountain was Luofeng Mountain, ruled by the Northern Ghost Emperor, the entrance to and center of the underworld.
Bountiful City Famous Mountain, meanwhile, was a scenic area featuring folk customs and the culmination of ghost culture.
Grandpa, as a Mortal-Realm Patrolman, guarded Ghost King Village.
Now he had asked us to take Senior Brother to the famous mountain. There had to be something special within that scenic area.
Or rather, Grandpa wanted to take Senior Brother away there and send him into Yellow Springs.
Perhaps Senior Brother Zhuang Sheng's current state as an ethereal soul was no longer enough for him to enter Yellow Springs Road on his own?
That was why ordinary soul-sending rites and opening a yin path were not suitable for Third Senior Brother.
He needed someone to escort and assist him.
By then, we had arrived outside the hospital and found Mao Jing's motorcycle.
After we got on, Mao Jing twisted the throttle and quickly took me away from the hospital...
On the bike, I asked Mao Jing whether he knew if there was any particular significance to ghosts lying in Green Bamboo Ash.
After hearing me out, Mao Jing answered while driving.
"There is, indeed! Green bamboo is also known as the gentleman among plants.
It is hollow inside and jointed. Its hollowness can house souls and shelter spirits. Its joints can strengthen one's foundation and nurture one's vital essence. Being supremely soft, it does not harm fragmented souls