"They are in the meditation room, having tea. I'll take you to them," Isaiah answered.
He led them through the main courtyard and to the main temple. Sliding a shoji open, they entered and done a hallway made it to the room. Within, the Halan couple, both with long black hair, sat facing one another with a teapot and two cups between them.
"Hello, Wen. I see you brought some friends," The man, Robert, welcomed.
"Could you all leave the room?" Li said.
"I'll take them to the artifact room," Isaiah responded.
As they left the room, Atticus could hear a faint "we need your help" from Li.
"It is not mine, it is the Changs'," Isaiah explained. "However, I am the lead monk here."
With the group now unarmed, Isaiah led them inside. Within the tall walls held one hundred monks, standing orderly, chanting. Behind them, a large temple with orange roofing and red and teal accents stood.
"Whoa," Marshall gasped.
The final wooden board creaked as Marshall made it to the top of the stairs. Lagging a bit behind the rest of the group, he had reached the small plateau where the monastery stood. In the distance, the city of Nirvana seemed incredibly small. Two large ornate gates were hinged upon a wall, with gold symbols decorating it. The monastery was octagonal in shape with black shingle roofing lining the wall. The group stood on a small stone platform carved into the mountain thousands of years ago.
To the right of the gates was a rope attached to a bell. Li pulled on it. The gates opened, revealing two monks on the other side, as well as a tall, dark-skinned man. He wore a dark gi with specialized gold lettering and black shoulder pauldrons.
"Welcome back, Mr. Li," the man said. "And your guests?"
"Are Marisol and Robert in? I need to see them, Isaiah," Li rushed.
"Yes," Isaiah said. "Come in, but you will have to leave your weapons outside."
"I'm sure Mr. Li will do fine guiding us through this, Chris," Marshall said.
"Come," Li hobbled forward to the front of the group. "Much awaits us."
Li took in the sights of the city. Years had passed between his last visit, but little had changed. "I'm sure we'll do fine without him."
"SECOND WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!" he screamed, spinning into a massive, olden tornado, lifting troops and throwing them everywhere.
"Your final chance! Do not make me unleash my Halanity upon this mortal world! Run! Hurry! Go! NOW!" he screeched.
"Rat bastards! Don't make me do it!" Li shouted, dodging.
The bullets clinked as they bounced off of Li, him smiling. "Those eyes. Only a Li has those eyes."
"Dr. Samuel Brownlee. In the years I've known you, you've been a generous, intelligent, and hardworking fellow. I am grateful to have known such a man as you and hope nothing but good things to flow your steep, steep way. Perhaps our paths may cross again some day, old friend."
A tear dripped from Li's face. He smiled at Samuel and hobbled past him, patting on the back. Li's cane clicked as he walked along the pavement towards the ferry.
"I hate boats and I hate the ocean. Let's just get it over with." Marshall whined.
"There it is. Our ticket to salvation," Li sighed as he held his cane. "I'll be back here again some day." He wiped droplets of sweat from his wrinkled forehead.
"I stand with Samuel and Atticus on this. Samuel has been my friend for years, and in that time, I have known him to be a reliable man. I noticed something strange when I saw him on the day I met you all in the laboratory. I'm sure Blossom felt it too," Li stated firmly.
"So some ghost just possessed you and you've been Ghost Samuel since we met you until now?" Marshall asked.
"Say it, guys," Marshall said impatiently.
Li munched on a blue apple. "I love Muné's culture."
"We need to get some more shit. We're low on everything," Marshall commented.
"I can acquire us a vehicle and I will drive us to sanctuary," Li answered.
"What sanctuary? We're fugitives!" Marshall countered.
"Da's parents' Monastery. I'm sure they'll help us," Li assured him.