Lin Feng gritted his teeth and held on.
The Three Pure Ones Bells were excellent in every way but one: this magical artifact had no clapper.
Making the Three Pure Ones Bells ring required special techniques.
In an ordinary person's hands, the bells were nothing more than an ornament.
They had been cast without a clapper from the very beginning.
Even some of the Taoists responsible for ritual services did not know why they had been made as silent bells. They only knew that an Evil Ghost was imprisoned inside, and that every day, the bells were wrapped in yellow talismans and placed before a statue of a principal god of the Thunder Department.
Within Dragon-Tiger Mountain's traditions, certain sealed objects, magical artifacts, and even Taoists were described only in vague terms.
Of the three, magical artifacts presented the most problems.
Some magical artifacts were not even recorded in the ledgers.
Such things were unavoidable in an enormous organization.
Besides, with certain things, knowing about them was itself a danger.
Knowing itself was a Medium.
There might have been other reasons Lin Feng did not know, too. The Written Spirit had not explained. Despite his agreeable disposition and lack of airs, whenever something touched on certain boundaries, he kept his lips sealed and would not reveal a thing. He had only told Lin Feng to use this object with care.
Originally, the Evil Ghost had served as the bells' clapper. Now that the Headless Taoist possessed them, the Written Spirit did not know what method he used. But when Lin Feng shook them, the Written Spirit said he was using his own essence, vital energy, and spirit as the clapper to make them ring.
The drain was immense.
Every use of the bells left him somewhat fatigued.
After all, essence,