At this moment, Zhao Youliang was completely unaware that Huang Yu's promise was tantamount to agreeing to accept him as a shamanic disciple.

Therefore, she didn't kowtow or bow, but instead said with tears of gratitude in her eyes, "Thank you, thank you, Brother Huang!"

"Hey, you and Xiaojiaozi haven't eaten yet, have you?"

"I'll fry some dumplings for you right away!"

As Zhao Youliang was about to head towards the kitchen, he was stopped by the young man from the Huang family.

“You have plenty of capacity. Don’t rush to eat. Let me help you sort things out in the business first.”

"What is all this? It's a complete mess."

As we mentioned earlier, Zhang Banxian, who helped Zhao Youliang set up his altar, was himself a muddle-headed fellow, so he omitted many necessary steps and procedures when establishing the altar.

Huang Yu, as a direct descendant of the Huang family, naturally couldn't stand such a mess.

After having Zhao Youliang bring the necessary items such as yellow paper, writing brush, and ink, Huang Yu personally rearranged the room:

Set up an incense table in the center, light the Seven Star Incense, then worship heaven and earth, and the eight directions, inviting the Big Dipper Star Lord to enter.

The ritual of inviting the Big Dipper Star Lord here is merely a ceremony; it cannot actually bring down the true spirit of the Big Dipper Star Lord.

Then Huang Yu stepped out with the steps of the Big Dipper and the Tai Chi movement, inviting the Seven Stars to take their seats.

After the spell was completed, Huang Yu remained in the bowing and clasped-fist position and called out to Zhao Youliang.

"If you have the capacity, please bring the incense burner!"

Having already received instructions, Zhao Youliang quickly raised both hands and placed the jar-sized incense burner on the incense table.

Then something magical happened: starlight shone through the roof and fell into the incense burner, forming the pattern of the Big Dipper.

Seeing this, Huang Yu breathed a long sigh of relief and straightened up, abandoning his bowing posture.

"It's done. Our branch has been established."

"If you have the capacity, hurry up and bring the command token, flag, seal, and sword to make offerings. As for hiring people and mustering troops, I'll help you find them when I have time."

Hiring people is like inviting spirits to sit in the shrine;

The process of "selecting soldiers" involves finding "people" to serve in the eight departments: sweeping, watching, connecting, protecting, connecting heaven, returning to earth, blocking obstacles, and scouting.

Because Zhao Youliang was forced to take action and did not have any "divine affinity" himself, Huang Yu had to ask him to do these things based on his own connections.

Alternatively, they could ask their own clansmen, or direct descendants of the other four great shamanic practitioners, or even other powerful "unaffiliated cultivators."

In short, with Huang Yu involved, the immortals he invited must be much more powerful than the original evil spirits.

Zhao Youliang felt a little embarrassed when Huang Yu asked him to fetch the command token, flag, seal, and sword.

After awkwardly offering the flag and seal, he weakly spoke.

"Hey, Brother Huang, for now we only have these two."

"We originally had a 'sword' too, but after showing it to Granny Liu and the others, they said it wasn't up to standard, too ugly..."

Zhao Youliang's words made Huang Jiaxian realize once again how "simple and unadorned" this shrine was... it didn't even have all the most basic "four essential items".

With a helpless laugh, he casually said, "A sword is only good for deterring evil and vanquishing it. What does it matter if it's handsome or ugly? Take it out."

"As for the order, I'll figure out a way for you slowly..."

At this point, the young man from the Huang family suddenly couldn't continue, staring wide-eyed in astonishment at the "sword" in Zhao Youliang's hand... the so-called sword.

If it weren't for Huang's good manners, he probably would have already cursed: "You dare call this piece of junk a sword?"

Even just grabbing a piece of wood and letting the little dumpling eat it would look better than this, right?

Are you sure this isn't something some kid did out of boredom and carved out with a knife?

Just as Brother Huang was about to ask Zhao Youliang to put away the small wooden knife, a sudden inspiration flashed through his mind.

He subconsciously swallowed the words that were about to come out and instead said, "If you're so capable, let me see your 'sword'."

Upon closer inspection, this little wooden knife is truly... truly outrageously ugly!

Fortunately, the young man from the Huang family was well-mannered and managed to hold back.

After painstakingly translating the combination of text and pinyin, and especially after seeing that the signature was a drawing of a chicken, the young man from the Huang family fell silent.

He felt this scene was familiar, but for a moment he couldn't remember where he had seen it or heard of it before.

Out of caution, Huang Yu instructed Zhao Youliang to put away the small wooden knife.

"Keep it; it might come in handy in the future."

"Youliang, you and Xiaojiaozi stay in the hall. I'll go back and get some help. It's an emergency, so having a few more helpers is always good."

"Also, prepare the memorial tablets for Grandpa Hu, Grandma Hu, and Black Mother, and place them at the top of the incense table."

"We can't be impolite!"

Grandpa Hu and Grandma Hu are the top spirit mediums and guardian spirits in the world, while Black Mother is the chief protector of the Northern Taoist sect.

Therefore, regardless of the type of temple or shrine, as long as it is legitimate and capable of handling matters, these three deities should be worshipped.

The three elders are compassionate and will always protect those who truly do good deeds as shamanic disciples.

After Huang Yu left, Zhao Youliang immediately did as instructed.

Not only were the memorial tablets of the three mentioned above enshrined in high esteem, but the tablet inscribed with "Hui Wuming" was also placed on the second tier.

Next up were "Little Dumplings" and Huang's younger brother.

The little dumpling was full of spirit, and it kowtowed and worshipped the memorial tablet of "Hui Wuming" with great effort.

They even picked up their own fried dumplings one by one and placed them on the table, which was like offering them as tribute.

Unfortunately, the memorial tablet remained unmoved and showed no reaction.

Seeing this, Little Dumpling was very disappointed. She stood up again, clasped her little paws together, and bowed three times before dejectedly squatting on Zhao Youliang's shoulder.

What Zhao Youliang didn't know was that Xiao Jiaozi was doing this in an attempt to help him invite Hui Wuming to sit in the office.

Therefore, I just think the little guy is very cute and is a real little elf.

Compared to my own pet dog... Pshaw, that pet dog is utterly hideous and completely useless.

Comparing people will only lead to death, comparing goods will only lead to them being thrown away, comparing dogs to mice will only lead to them being killed... Of course, the one that gets killed is definitely the dog, the hooligan dog you raised yourself!

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.

Just as Zhao Youliang was feeling indignant, the big yellow dog waddled in.

Upon seeing the completely renovated premises, he was clearly taken aback, and then barked wildly at Zhao Youliang.

Surprisingly, Zhao Youliang actually understood what the big yellow dog meant. While carefully forcing a smile, he picked up a blank memorial tablet and began to speak.

"Brother Dog, Brother Dog, don't be hasty, let's talk this out!"

"You just want some offerings, right? We'll get it done for you right away!"

"But I at least need to know your name, right? I can't just write 'Rogue Dog' or 'Big Yellow,' can I?!"

Upon hearing this, the rogue dog surprisingly showed a hint of dejection on its ugly face.

It was this expression that caused Zhao Youliang a pang of pain in his heart—because there had been a time when he himself had no name, until he met his adoptive father...

Overwhelmed with empathy, Zhao Youliang wrote the four characters "Master Huang" on the memorial tablet and then respectfully placed it together with the little dumpling.

Based on the big yellow dog's usual behavior, he either abuses female dogs or bullies the townspeople every day. Isn't he just like the landlords and bureaucrats of the old society?

Therefore, calling him Master Huang is absolutely correct!