"We people of the Blood Flesh Divine Dynasty are very smart." The engineer patted his chest proudly.
Zhou Xuan waved towards the north, "Old Turtle, come over."
Turtle Mountain Taoist emerged from under a tree burned to charcoal, grinning sheepishly, "Mr. Zhou, what can I do for you?"
"Install an organ for him."
Zhou Xuan pointed at Jia Dao.
The method of organ installation, last night, Zhou Xuan saw Turtle Mountain Taoist perform it. Now, he asked Old Turtle to do it again on Jia Dao.
Turtle Mountain Taoist shook his head vigorously, saying, "The method of organ installation requires filling a paperman's body with organs and shaping a divine consciousness. This series of methods must be done in the Turtle Mountain Taoist Temple. It's not possible here. If forced, it won't work."
He is the Guardian. The Taoist Temple is his incense fire, and away from the temple, many of his magic cannot be performed.
