In the following days, this cursed and eerie town enjoyed a rare period of peace.
There were no unexpected incidents, no evil spirits, and no deaths.
It was also during this period that the shop that Granny Wenmi left for Zhao Youliang was basically renovated.
Because of the help of the expert Xiao Li, the renovation cost less than half of the budget.
Furthermore, Zhao Youliang was unwilling to spend money to treat the "skin disease" on the back of his hand, let alone burn it off with laser.
Otherwise, it would really become that joke circulating online:
My second uncle finally reached the "Golden Elixir Stage" after a hundred years of cultivation, only to be diagnosed with gallstones and have them surgically removed...
That noon, Zhao Youliang, who had nothing to do, lay side by side with his big yellow dog on the rattan chairs in front of the shop, drying eggs side by side.
Under the warm sunshine, the man and the dog soon became drowsy.
Just then, a shadow loomed over the man and his dog, disrupting their egg-drying "great undertaking".
Left with no other choice, Zhao Youliang could only impatiently open his eyes.
"When someone in the family dies, you buy paper effigies and choose one yourself through the door."
"Don't you dare go in! If you go in, dogs will scratch you... Oh crap, a ghost!"
With a scream, Zhao Youliang jumped up from the rattan chair and hugged the big yellow dog next to him, his face full of terror.
"I... I'm telling you, sir, it wasn't me who killed you, so why are you coming to me?"
"And I've done everything I promised you, including reporting it to the police..."
It's no wonder Zhao Youliang acted this way, because the person who came was none other than the Maotai Old Daoist.
Anyone who finds a dead person suddenly appearing in front of them would react in the same way.
The old Taoist priest looked at the terrified Zhao Youliang with a helpless expression.
"May the Heavenly Venerable grant you boundless blessings. Young friend, you must be Zhao Youliang?"
“Young friend, you misunderstand. I am not my elder brother who has passed away. I am his twin brother.”
"My Buddhist name is... well, never mind, let's not mention it."
"I have come today only to thank you for informing me of my brother's death. This small gift is just a token of my gratitude."
After the old Taoist priest finished speaking, he took out an antique redwood box from his bosom and handed it to Zhao Youliang. Then, with his sleeves fluttering, he walked out of the town.
As they moved, it was as if they were flying on the wind, their feet not touching the ground, exuding an air of otherworldly grace.
However, this air of otherworldly grace was completely shattered when Zhao Youliang asked the following question.
"Master Dao, you've come all this way, don't be in such a hurry to leave!"
"Also, how can I contact you, Master Dao, if I need anything in the future? Can we exchange phone numbers? What's your name?!"
The reason he shouted and asked such questions was that Zhao Youliang was still unwilling to give up and still wanted to find a true master to guide him in his spiritual practice so that he could get rid of the entanglement with the paper-making shop.
Although in his heart, his first choice was that mysterious young general, it was ultimately just a vague and unattainable dream.
Just to be safe, we should always have a backup plan.
However, Zhao Youliang's words struck the old Taoist priest like a blow to his vital point, causing him, who was originally feeling euphoric, to stumble and almost fall.
Especially that line, "What's your name?"
After a brief hesitation, the old Taoist priest returned with a reluctant expression.
After holding back for a while, he whispered in Zhao Youliang's ear, "May the Heavenly Venerable grant you boundless blessings."
“Young friend, you have been kind enough to send messages to my elder brother, so I cannot refuse to answer your question.”
"My Buddhist name is Mao Keng..."
"What? What the hell?" Zhao Youliang was completely shocked upon hearing this, and could hardly believe his ears.
He thought to himself: "Outhouse? Are you sure you're serious about that Taoist name?"
You weren't just joking around to tease me, were you?!
Moutai was bizarre enough, but now there's something even more bizarre!
Your master is truly a naming genius...
Seeing Zhao Youliang's astonished expression, the old Taoist priest had clearly guessed what he was thinking.
After all, this isn't the first or second time we've encountered such a situation.
To explain clearly, the old Taoist priest quickly took out paper and pen and wrote down his Taoist name and mobile phone number.
“My Buddhist name is Mao Keng, which is the forceful and resounding ‘Keng’, not the character you are thinking of.”
"May the Heavenly Venerable bestow boundless blessings!"
Seeing that the old Taoist priest was getting anxious, and since the priest had already explained things clearly enough, Zhao Youliang quickly pretended to understand.
And he nodded repeatedly, trying his best to suppress his laughter.
He knew that if he laughed, he might get beaten up.
Even if the old Taoist priest was magnanimous and didn't beat him up then, he would settle scores with him sooner or later.
Seeing Zhao Youliang's desperate attempts to endure, the old Taoist priest Mao Keng looked utterly helpless.
He then turned and left with a flick of his sleeve, but this time he no longer possessed the composure and ease he had shown before.
"Young friend, laugh if you want to. Holding it in for too long can disrupt your energy flow and affect your cultivation."
"Actually...actually, I've long been used to it..."
Looking at the old Taoist's desolate figure, Zhao Youliang couldn't help but laugh out loud, despite feeling very sympathetic.
At the same time, he secretly thought: If he could really become the disciple of this old Taoist priest, he must not let the master give him a Taoist name!
Otherwise, given the advisor's character, who knows what kind of laughable name he might come up with...
While worrying unnecessarily, Zhao Youliang opened the rosewood box that the old Taoist Mao Keng had given him. Inside was a token made of lightning-struck wood (Note 1).
The back features a portrait of the Three Mao True Lords (Note 2), while the front displays the two seal characters "恩" (en) and "客" (ke).
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