"Shaking people" is a colloquial term used in Northeast China.

This often occurs after a conflict arises between the parties, who then call upon more acquaintances and helpers to bolster their position.

There has never been a rule about one-on-one duels in shamanic practices.

When problems arise, the first step is always to "discuss the matter." If they can't reach an agreement, the old immortals in the temple will swarm in and teach the other party how to behave.

Zhao Youliang, who was unaware of the intricacies of the matter, was overjoyed upon hearing Huang Yu's explanation.

"You can't do that? I thought it was always like in the movies, where it has to be a one-on-one fight!"

"Our rules are still the best here, haha!"

"If I had known I could kick that senior lama, I wouldn't have been worried at all!"

At this point, Zhao Youliang suddenly stopped: "Brother Huang, you just said 'call for help'?"

"You've gone back twice already. Besides Brother Prisoner and his group, and the seven new old immortals who arrived today, who else can come to our branch?"

Huang Yu smiled upon hearing this: "The spirit that was summoned is purely for help. To be precise, I asked them through personal connections. They will help us fight this battle and then go back."

"Joining our church is a completely different concept from joining our church."

"Just like your neighbors helping you fight today!"

"Oh, oh, oh!" Zhao Youliang nodded repeatedly. "In that case, I'm even less afraid. I'll definitely teach that big monk a lesson!"

The saying goes, "Even last-minute preparation can be effective."

When the topic of "gang fights" came up, Zhao Youliang suddenly remembered the "elixir" in his arms, an elixir made from blood spirit mushrooms.

He quietly pulled Huang Yu and the others outside and handed them all the elixirs he was carrying.

After explaining the origins, Huang Yu was asked to decide how to distribute the items among all the immortals.

Zhao Youliang's naive generosity once again surprised Huang Yu, and at the same time, made Huang Yu even more convinced of his abilities.

It should be noted that even within the five major shamanic families, a heaven-defying spiritual herb like the Blood Spirit Mushroom is extremely rare and hard to come by.

Seeing that Zhao Youliang trusted him so much, Huang Yu didn't pretend to refuse: he immediately gave one pill each to Xiong Ba, Chang Jie, and himself.

Of course, it was also given to the prisoners.

However, the prisoner refused, arguing that he had already taken one pill and that taking another in such a short time would be a waste.

Huang Yu knew that the prisoner was saving money for Zhao Youliang, which also proved that the prisoner had truly accepted Zhao Youliang as his disciple.

Therefore, Huang Yu didn't say much, and took out two more pills and dissolved them in water respectively:

One bowl was divided equally among all the evil spirits, while the other bowl was given to the seven newly arrived foolish roe deer brothers.

The evil immortals never dreamed that they would actually have a share of this elixir, even if it was diluted.

But for them, this was already an incredible opportunity!

Moved by their actions, they all swore an oath: from now on, they would treat the temple as their home and do whatever they were asked to do without complaint.

They will absolutely not change their gang before Zhao Youliang "passes away"!

Seeing the moved Xie Tangxian, Zhao Youliang realized that two of them seemed to be missing.

He thought that she couldn't stand the hardship of her business and had secretly run away.

After the prisoner explained, he realized that it was to vent his anger and deal with Guo Zhengde.

(For details, please refer to Chapter 0112 of this book: Alas, life is too hard.)

"He went to see that guy surnamed Guo? That can't be!"

“I’ve been seeing that Guo guy a lot these past few days, but he doesn’t seem to have any of those two immortals in him.”

Hearing Zhao Youliang's words, the prisoner couldn't help but wonder, "How could this be?"

Just as the prisoners were pondering the reason, the "Seven Silly Brothers," who had also been given the diluted elixir, began to pledge their loyalty.

The content is similar to that of Xie Tang Xian, but they both guarantee:

Even if Zhao Youliang were to die suddenly and violently, they would remain in the guild to continue protecting Zhao Youliang's descendants.

Speaking of descendants, Zhao Youliang immediately thought of himself, destined to be the last page of the household registration book, and couldn't help but feel saddened.

After chatting for a while, Huang Yu, who had just returned, took Xiao Jiaozi back into the mountains to "recruit people".

This time, Xiong Ba was not brought along: firstly, "calling for help" relied entirely on family background and personal connections, and Xiong Ba, a rogue cultivator, would be of no use.

Secondly, with so many things happening recently, Huang Yu is worried about Zhao Youliang.

After seeing Huang Yu and Xiao Jiaozi off, Zhao Youliang took a pill as instructed and then went back to bed.

You ask him why he doesn't hurry up and meditate to absorb the medicinal power... Even Zhao Youliang needs to know how to do that!

Currently, the only "skills" he possesses are shamanism, paper folding, and coffin making, and he is only a beginner in all of them.

Lying in bed, Zhao Youliang habitually hugged "I Miss You" to his chest and soon fell into a deep sleep.

As the blue light flowed, Zhao Youliang's dream was exceptionally clear this time.

He could even understand some of the teachings the elders gave him, even if it was only a little bit...

On the other side, Guo Zhengde accompanied the Grand Lama to his home like a grandson, fearing that he might not be able to entertain him properly in the slightest.

As they passed the coffin shop, the fat lama and the "devilish muscle man" suddenly stopped and looked up at the door.

"A sacred relic?!"

What they saw was a prayer wheel, which Zhao Youliang had worried Old Liu might have hung there on purpose.

Overjoyed, the fat lama immediately reached out his large hand to grab it, even trembling with excitement.

"Om Mani Padme Hum!"

"Thanks to Mahakala for protecting us and allowing the sacred object to be recovered!"

Just as the fat lama's hand was about to touch the prayer wheel, a paper bee suddenly flew out of the shop and stung the fat lama's hand.

This hurt even more than a real bee sting!

The fat lama immediately let out a scream, clutching his stung hand and jumping up and down.

As it jumped, its fat jiggled, making a "thump, thump" sound.

"Who dares to plot against your Buddha? Show yourself!"

The fat lama jumped and cursed as he stared fiercely at the door of the coffin shop.

Just then, a breeze blew, causing the prayer wheel to spin on its own, making a clear and melodious sound.

Amidst the ringing of the bell, Old Liu's words echoed from the coffin shop.

"Barbarian monk, do you really want this old man to come out?"

"Don't regret it after I get out."

Just as the fat lama was about to speak, he was gently pulled back by the tall, thin "devilish muscle man".

The great ascetic monk first straightened his wrinkled robes before stepping forward barefoot to speak.

"Om Mani Padme Hum".

"An ascetic from the Tibetan border, Mahakala walking among humans, paying homage to the Dharma Master of the Central Plains."

“This sacred object was lost by our Tantric sect. I took it without your permission just now, please forgive me.”

Old Liu chuckled coldly upon hearing this: "You barbarian monk, do you know that 'taking without informing is theft'?"

"Besides, as far as the old man knows, this thing was hung up by my son Quantum because he was worried about me. How did it become your property?"

"Is there any evidence?"

Upon hearing Old Liu's words, the lama immediately realized that the people inside were with Zhao Youliang and had a very close relationship.

Considering the strength Old Liu had just displayed, Master Da Ku Ben didn't say anything more, and didn't even glance at the hanging prayer wheel again before turning and leaving.