Chapter 41 - 8_3
Grandmaster didn't lie to himself; he had indeed collected a bunch of... junk.
As a child, he was often taken by his mother to her workplace. Back then, the protection of cultural relics wasn't as strict as it is now; many didn't even have a glass cover, and you could even touch them up close.
Therefore, Li Zhiyuan had observed many magic artifacts up close, the solemnity of Buddhism, the simplicity of Taoism, the mystery of Lamaism.
When he looked at them in the past, he was sated by the sheer quantity and even grew a bit sick of them, but no matter what, they were in no way comparable to what he saw before him, at least... they didn't come with tags.
Yes, on several Daoist robes that followed, Li Zhiyuan spotted tags, even tags indicating the size.
The bright yellow Daoist robe in the back even had a sticker that wasn't ripped off, it read: "For exclusive use by the drama crew."
Li Zhiyuan also found three large baskets of talisman paper; he picked them up and scrutinized them. The texture was smooth, he couldn't understand the patterns, but he could tell they were done in one go and beautifully written.
This piqued his interest, and he flipped through other talismans, finding a wide variety of them.
But soon, Li Zhiyuan noticed something off. When he placed two similar talismans in front of him, he couldn't tell them apart; they even had identical ink-tracing flaws in the bottom right corner.
So... were these printed?
Li Zhiyuan rubbed his eyes, which were a bit sore from all the looking, he even suspected that Grandmaster had hoarded so much stuff here with the intent to form a funeral troupe, with the tables, chairs, bowls, pots, and paper figures above, forming a complete funeral industry chain.