The Gates of Hell

PingZe sighed as he pulled his robes up to cover his body before crouching down in front of the still flailing and screaming monk. Ripping off a large piece of fabric from XiaoHe's robes, he balled it up and shoved it in XiaoHe's mouth, silencing him for the time being. With the peace settling over them once more, PingZe let the calmness wash over him, soothing his raging boner before he jumped into action.

When he was removing his sash earlier, the talismans had dropped over the ground, and now he hurried over, picking them up before he set them on fire. Red yarn, a golden bell, and a stack of talismans appeared before him, hovering in the air before they dropped over his extended palms.

Finding a clear spot on the floor opposite from the tied up XiaoHe, PingZe sat down in a lotus position and went through the stack of talismans. He might have not been one who knew how to draw them, but he knew what each of them was used for.