Resolving the Chaos

In just a few minutes, Zhou Yue was done with her equipment.

On the hemp rope tied to the waist of her white robe hung a piece of an Old World symbol—the Eight Trigrams. In the middle was an object that looked like a normal mirror. She held a black flashlight in her left hand and a transparent plastic water bottle in her right hand. It contained dirty water with ashes floating in it. On her back was a loose sack.

This strange and contradictory combination made the others in Nanke Convent find it ridiculous. Zhen Lian couldn't help but ask, "Abbess, are you ghostbusting?"

"Something even more terrifying," Zhou Yue answered seriously.

Zhen Lian's heart tightened as he hurriedly said, "Abbess, you didn't bring your peach wood sword!"

"That's useless," Zhou Yue answered based on some theory.