Zhao Youliang was taken aback upon hearing this: "Brother, you can even tell that?"

"It's not that I doubt you, but Old Qi's grandfather is indeed alive, and he was even taking a stroll in town yesterday."

Hearing Zhao Youliang's words, Liao Zhiyuan's doubts deepened.

He muttered "impossible" to himself as he looked toward the direction of Qi Zhigang's old house.

"Brother Quantum, can you take me to see Brother Gang's house?"

Liao Zhiyuan's "request" stumped Zhao Youliang: because Qi Shan always looked down on people, it was impossible for him to "receive" him.

Especially now that the elderly are seriously ill and being taken away by ambulance, Qi Zhigang will definitely go to the hospital with them.

If you want to go into his house, you'll have to wait until Qi Zhigang comes back.

After introducing Liao Zhiyuan to Li Mao and Yingchun's wife, Zhao Youliang didn't continue working at the barbecue stall, but went back to the paper-making shop to rest.

It wasn't that Zhao Youliang was resting, but rather that Liao Zhiyuan was tired from his journey and needed to rest early.

Liao Zhiyuan, who has formal training, is clearly skilled; his expression changed drastically upon seeing the layout of the paper-making shop.

"Liang, Brother Liang, you really live here?"

"How have you managed to survive here until now?!"

"Wait a minute! You...you seem to have run out of life..."

Zhao Youliang was no longer surprised by the fact that he had no lifespan.

As he opened the backyard door, he recounted his entire experience.

He then comforted her, saying, "Xiao Liao, you can stay here with me for the night. It's fine to stay in the backyard."

"Starting tomorrow, you'll be staying at Uncle Liu's place."

"It's too late today, let's not disturb his rest."

"Uncle Liu? Brother Quantum, you're not talking about that paper-making master, are you? Is he here too?" Liao Zhiyuan was surprised to hear this.

"To be honest, he even held me when I was born!"

Before the surprised Zhao Youliang could speak, Chang Jie's lifeless voice came from the side room.

"You must be Liao Zhiyuan? Your dad held me when I was little."

"He even drew a turtle on my eggshell with the young general."

"After I finished drawing, my dad whipped me with his tail, and we almost cried."

The book subtly suggests that Liao Zhiyuan's father was a disciple of the Zhengyi sect and had lived for a long time in Jiudaogou Village, which Zhao Youliang had visited, along with his teacher and the young general, experiencing many things along the way.

Twenty-two years after Mr. Liao retired, Liao Zhiyuan's father returned to the Zhengyi Ancestral Temple to continue his spiritual practice.

Therefore, when Chang Jie was born, Liao Zhiyuan's father naturally came to offer his congratulations.

Upon hearing Chang Jie's words and seeing his strange expression, Liao Zhiyuan immediately hugged Chang Jie tightly, jumping and skipping with joy.

"Haha, it's Brother Chang Jie! You must be Brother Chang Jie!"

"My dad has mentioned you! He always talks about you and your father, Eighth Master!"

"How is Eighth Master doing? He used to hold me when I was little... and even wrapped me up in his arms once!!"

Upon encountering an old friend, Chang Jie, who had been listless, perked up a bit.

First, he shoved his half-smoked cheap cigarette into Liao Zhiyuan's mouth with a "pfft" sound, and then slowly opened his mouth.

"Don't worry, my dad is fine."

"Your dad's doing pretty well, right? Has he learned any magic? Does he need a lighter to burn talismans?"

Liao Zhiyuan seemed somewhat embarrassed when Chang Jie recounted his father's embarrassing incidents.

So he quickly changed the subject and introduced himself to the other deities in the shrine.

Since everyone knew each other, they quickly hit it off and chatted happily.

Liao Zhiyuan also took this opportunity to gain a deeper understanding of Zhao Youliang and the paper-making shop.

Nothing happened that night. When Zhao Youliang opened the shop for business the next day according to the rules, Liao Zhiyuan also got up.

Seeing that it was still early, the two did not rush to visit Old Liu, but instead followed the big yellow dog to dry the eggs in front of the door.

The big yellow dog took extra care of Liao Zhiyuan, the new "little brother".

Not only did she not bully Liao Zhiyuan, she also went to the street herself and "bought" him an exceptionally lavish breakfast.

After placing the breakfast in front of Liao Zhiyuan, the dog's eyes were filled with a proud expression that said, "Follow Brother Dog, and you'll never have to worry about food or drink."

Seeing this, Liao Zhiyuan was both amused and exasperated.

As a core disciple whom the New Eight Characters Sect is focusing on cultivating, and even as a disciple being groomed to be the next sect leader, when has he ever been fed by dogs?

If outsiders found out, how could I ever face anyone again?

However, given the "glorious record" of the big yellow dog in the past, Liao Zhiyuan decided to put up with it.

After all, being fed by a dog is much better than being beaten up by one, right?

So he quickly followed Zhao Youliang's example, placed the "food offered with contempt" on the table, and began to eat it with relish.

While eating, he had to express his gratitude: "Thank you, Brother Dog, it's really delicious..."

After breakfast, Zhao Youliang suddenly remembered something crucial.

"Brother, you've studied fortune telling, how can you deal with that backwards zombie?"

"Weren't the Maotai Taoist Master and the Maokeng Taoist Master powerful? They were both defeated by that stuff!"

Liao Zhiyuan smiled bitterly upon hearing this: "We can't beat them, of course we can't beat them!"

"I didn't understand why the teacher insisted on sending me here for training."

"When I saw Xiao Jie and Brother Huang Yu last night, I finally understood: it was a stroke of luck, a great stroke of luck!"

At this point, Liao Zhiyuan's face became serious and his words were earnest.

“Brother Quantum, wherever you have lingered, there are both great opportunities and great dangers.”

"What we need to do is to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune. As long as we can survive this calamity, even if we don't achieve the same level of success as our parents, we will still be far superior to ordinary cultivators!"

"Of course, when I say the older generation, I don't include my dad... You'll understand that later."

"And don't get me wrong, my dad isn't too strong, he's just too weak... Let me put it this way, his nickname is 'Physical Taoist,' the kind who chants incantations with a tape recorder and releases talismans with a lighter..."

Just as the two were talking, they saw an ambulance drive up from outside.

Judging from the direction, it was clearly heading towards Qi Zhigang's old house.

Not long after the ambulance left, Qi Zhigang walked towards them with a big smile on his face.

"Liquor and Zhiyuan, Grandpa suddenly fell seriously ill yesterday. I'm sorry."

"He's fine now, he didn't even need to be hospitalized... I'm treating everyone to lunch today to welcome Brother Zhiyuan back!"

Seeing Qi Zhigang's joyful face, Zhao Youliang and the other man looked at each other strangely.

Even Zhao Youliang, who knew nothing about fortune telling, could tell that Qi Zhigang's yang energy was weak and he was about to die.

"Old Qi, what weird thing happened to you last night?"

"Could it be that Old Wu, the carpenter, has turned into a vengeful ghost and is coming after you?"

"No way! It would take him at least seven days to commit the crime. The Gathering Fiend Array should take seven days to fully take shape!"

"Huh?!" Zhao Youliang's words made Qi Zhigang freeze on the spot.

After a moment, he finally spoke with a mournful face: "No!"

“I haven’t left my grandfather’s side since last night. Where could I possibly encounter anything strange?”

"Quantum, Zhiyuan, you two haven't figured out something again, have you?!"