Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Three
Xiaoshan had agreed to go with Shangguan Baihe to the city tomorrow to look at medicinal herbs.
Long Xiaoshan hung up the phone.
He continued to examine the items he had taken from Old Taoist Ma.
Before he knew it, it was deep into the night.
Long Xiaoshan quietly left the farm and headed to a remote and rarely visited mountain.
His purpose for being there was nothing other than to conduct a Salvation Rite for the lost souls.
Within the Hundred Ghosts Banner were over a hundred souls, and although these spirits could be used to kill enemies, Long Xiaoshan did not wish to manipulate these souls like the Black Scale Gate did. These souls had been human, bound within the Hundred Ghosts Banner, unable to transcend, which was a torment for them.
Moreover, conducting a Salvation Rite for lost souls was a deed of great merit.
Long Xiaoshan had experience from last time when he performed a Salvation Rite for Wang Feng.