As the saying goes: it's easy to invite a god, but hard to send him away.

Even Grandma Qiu couldn't change the situation now.

Aside from secretly worrying about Zhao Youliang, all he could do was think of how he could "secretly" help him make some changes.

......

A heretical sect is a heretical sect. After "Zhang the Half-Immortal" finished writing the order, he directly had Zhao Youliang worship him. There were no formalities such as disciples offering incense, inviting the sect leader to sit down, negotiating terms, or calling in troops.

He only instructed Zhao Youliang to make offerings on time, and to provide meat dishes with four vegetables and a soup on the first and fifteenth of each month.

Since it concerned his own life, Zhao Youliang naturally agreed to everything.

Afraid of forgetting, he even took out paper and pen and wrote it down carefully.

Seeing his attitude, "Master Zhang" chuckled with satisfaction, and after eating some more candy and offerings, he left contentedly.

After the spirit left Zhang Banxian's body, her eyes instantly returned to normal.

However, she looked even more haggard, as if she hadn't slept for days.

"Alright, everything's done. I need to hurry back and tell the spirits in the shrine. That way they can come to the shrine tonight."

"You, remember this: never sleep before midnight, always stay at the back door."

"When you see footprints or hear voices, invite them to the ancestral tablet. After the deities have taken their places, quickly burn incense and offer sacrifices."

"Once everything is arranged, you can go about your own business!"

Zhao Youliang nodded repeatedly to indicate that he understood, and then took out five hundred yuan that he had prepared in advance and stuffed it into Zhang Banxian's hand.

This was his only remaining savings.

"Master, you've been busy all day, please accept this small amount of money for tea."

"I'll definitely need your help in the future!"

Seeing that Zhao Youliang was so "cooperative," Zhang Banxian smiled and put the money in his pocket.

After exchanging a few more polite words with Granny Wenmi, he asked Manager Sun to take a taxi back to his village.

After they left, Granny Wenmi looked at the eight scattered altar sheets and secretly worried.

Zhao Youliang wasn't stupid; seeing the expression, he naturally realized there might be a problem.

So he asked the old man while inviting him to sit down.

"What's wrong, Grandma Liu? Is something wrong?!"

Grandma Mum slowly shook her head without answering, and after a moment she asked a question in return.

"Quantum, you really saw Master Grey with your own eyes?!"

Zhao Youliang nodded repeatedly: "Yes, I've seen it! I really have!"

"He even gave me a talisman!"

After Zhao Youliang finished speaking, he immediately took out the talisman that had been soaked in rainwater from his pocket.

Even though the cinnabar on it was already blurred, he still couldn't bear to throw it away.

After taking the rice and examining it carefully for a long time, Grandma Wenmi's brows finally relaxed slightly.

He gestured for Zhao Youliang to come out with him and spoke softly.

"Go, go buy the most expensive memorial tablet, and make sure it's made of the best wood!"

"Then stick this talisman on the ancestral tablet, and put it... don't put it with the others, put it in your sleeping room!"

"Remember, when you offer incense in the future, the first incense stick must be offered to Master Hui Liu! Also, Master Liu is a true immortal, so you can't offer him blood or meat... Fresh fruits will do!"

"If he were to take pity on you and come to your branch, you could walk sideways all over Northeast China!"

People trust acquaintances, especially since Master Hui and Little Dumpling had saved their lives.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Youliang immediately did as instructed.

Furthermore, it wasn't one memorial tablet that was purchased, but three.

Aside from the largest one reserved for Master Grey, the other two smaller ones were labeled "Little Dumpling" and "Brother Yellow".

Brother Huang is the same Huang family immortal who brought him out of the ghost play that night.

Although Zhao Youliang didn't know that the "cow-skin curse" was also broken by Huang Xian, he was still grateful.

Since I don't know the other person's name, I can only use "Brother Huang" as a substitute.

The things I've described above may sound simple, but they actually took me a whole morning to complete.

After seeing Granny Wenmi off and forcibly giving half of the meat he had bought to the old woman, Zhao Youliang immediately started cooking.

After all, he could go hungry himself, but he absolutely couldn't let Big Yellow Dog and his "cousin" Wang Youcai go hungry.

Actually, it's mainly the big yellow dog.

Last time, because I didn't cook on time, I was pinned to the ground and scratched until my face was covered in welts...

However, to Zhao Youliang's surprise, the big yellow dog didn't dare to eat with them this time.

Instead, it glanced at "Wang Youcai" with fear and trepidation, then, carrying its dog bowl and with its tail between its legs, slunk away into a corner.

I didn't even dare to smack my lips while eating, for fear of making the slightest sound.

She looked even more obedient than a newlywed wife!

"Oh my god, what's wrong with you, Dog Bro?"

"Should we be civilized and polite, and stop fooling around?!"

Zhao Youliang teased the big yellow dog a few times without thinking too much about the reasons behind it.

After tidying up the chopsticks and bowls and telling Wang Youcai not to go out, he went out onto the street.

Firstly, they wanted to find out if anyone had "lost face," since Wang Youcai couldn't always be kept at home.

It wasn't that Zhao Youliang was reluctant to spend the money, but rather that it was a question of what it meant for two grown men to live together long-term.

If outsiders find out, they'll probably misunderstand!

Zhao Youliang is still a "young virgin," so he needs to care about his reputation...

Secondly, I'd like to visit the prison to see if I can make some business contact and buy some paper figures or something.

After all, the unscrupulous Taoist priest had given Zhao Youliang all the wages he received before leaving, which he then sent to his adoptive father to pay for his hospitalization.

We can't just sit around and do nothing!

Unfortunately, after searching for most of the day, not only did they fail to find out any information about Wang Youcai, but they also failed to make any business connections.

He only heard from a prison guard he knew that a group of prisoners would be executed tomorrow, and that it was another case of a gang committing crimes.

Whether or not they want the paper figure is another matter.

Speaking of gang crimes, this happened deep in the mountains outside the town.

The "death row inmate" who used cowhide to harm Zhao Youliang was constantly swatting away the flies swarming around him.

In just one day and one night, his body became even more rotten and smellier.

Before him lay the corpse of the sorcerer who had created the flesh corpse to harm Zhao Youliang.

The death row inmate stared at the corpse and muttered to himself.

“I clearly handed over the ‘Seven Tragic Stones’ to him before I was imprisoned.”

"Where have all these things gone? Even the spirit infant bestowed by our ancestor is gone!"

As he spoke, the death row inmate searched the corpse again, even cutting open the sorcerer's stomach and carefully examining each of his internal organs.

However, in the end, they gained nothing.

The death row inmate, unwilling to accept his fate, dragged his increasingly stiff body to the river to wash.

He muttered to himself as he washed.

"I wonder which expert broke through my magic spell and didn't kill the kid in the paper shop... Wait, an expert?!"

"Could it be that my fellow disciple was also strangled to death by the ghost hand because he offended a powerful figure?"

"Then the expert seized the 'Seven Tragic Stones' and the infant spirit... It seems we still need to investigate the paper-making shop!"