A Promise

Red string to travel between realms.

Bells to call the soul back from the nether. 

Talismans to guide the soul back inside the rightful body.

Incense to time the travel across the realms.

PingZe's mind twirled around these items as he stopped before the forbidden mountain. He came uninvited. The Sun was still high up the sky, and the scorching heat burned its way through his robes as PingZe lingered at the edge of the NiuJiao sect grounds, worried how he was going to pull this off.

Asking was out of the question, Fan ZhiHao wasn't fond of him, and he certainly wasn't the first to offer help or artefacts for free. Not for PingZe.

But he wasn't given any other options. Mortals had items that had similar properties to the ones he was searching for. But PingZe couldn't risk using objects that might hinder or ruin his plans, he had to make it work the first try or not attempt it at all.