"Purifying this ship required power—power beyond my capabilities."
Naturally, the first person Shen Le consulted was his keeper—ah, no, his personal chef, the Landlady of Heavenly Fragrance Restaurant.
The Landlady walked from bow to stern, then from stern to bow, and went down into the hold to make another round. Finally, she shook her head helplessly:
"Flowers, grass, and trees possess the power of natural purification, but that power works very slowly and has its limits. If it were only one or two wronged ghosts, attached to a tree and left to grow for an entire year, they could more or less be purified completely. But..."
But the dark Yin energy within this ship was far too strong. Even if she and the Flower Demons under her gave it everything they had, they would be unable to purify it. Instead, they would be contaminated by the pestilential aura in the wooden ship.
Unless there were several hundred or even a thousand Flower Demons with cultivation like hers—preferably peach tree spirits, beings innately aligned with Yang—and the wooden ship was placed in a forest, it might be possible to deal with it.
"You've seen far more than I have. Do you have any suggestions for this situation?"
Shen Le asked with utmost sincerity. The Landlady pondered for a while, then turned and pointed outside the factory doors:
"Humans are better at work like laying spirits to rest. Why don't you ask at Yuantong Zen Temple across the street?"
"That temple?"
Shen Le's cheek twitched.
He would never forget it. When he had needed protection most, when he had been weak and had few means, and the Wolf Demon had come to take him away, he had wanted to go to Yuantong Zen Temple to seek a method of warning.
And that