On the other side, a barbecue stall.
Perhaps because Zhao Youliang gave away "evil-repelling talismans" for free for a day, there were a lot of people having barbecue tonight out of gratitude.
Most of the residents in the town knew each other, and they gathered in twos and threes to sit around a table and start drinking.
During the meal, they lamented how hard it was to make money and how terrible it was to live in this world, while also discussing the bizarre things that had been happening recently.
The "fierce faction," led by Butcher Zhang, even boasted that they had given money to the lamas for incense a few days ago, which was completely useless!
If I had known, I would have given them all to Zhao Youliang and asked him to draw more talismans!
Strangely enough, the townspeople who carried the "exorcising talisman" drawn by Zhao Youliang no longer felt the cold and tired feeling they had before.
It's like carrying a huge block of ice around all the time and then suddenly putting it down.
It felt indescribably warm and relaxing.
That's exactly right. As long as you carry a "talisman to ward off evil spirits," evil things simply won't dare to come near you.
Even those who attended funerals and carried evil spirits on their backs have all disappeared.
Seeing that the talisman he drew was so effective, far exceeding Zhao Youliang's expectations.
The key issue is that this guy doesn't know what's good for him: if he can't even expel a mere evil spirit, how can the "Laozi Xiang'er Commentary" be considered one of the three great classics of Taoism?
What's more, a master personally explains the essentials to Zhao Youliang every night...
Time flies, and it's already past midnight.
After attending to guests at one table after another, Zhao Youliang, who was already quite tipsy, suddenly felt a refreshing breeze.
Then he heard Huang Yu's urgent voice in his ear: "Quantum, stop drinking! Look across the street!"
"The other side of the road?" Zhao Youliang muttered unconsciously as he looked over with blurry, drunken eyes.
Upon seeing this, he was immediately sobered up.
"Holy crap, so much filth?!"
"Who...who are they standing there glaring at?"
At this point, Zhao Youliang suddenly realized his mistake: "He was probably glaring at me, because of what I did to everyone distributing the talismans..."
Huang Jiaxian was upright and kind, so she did not blame Zhao Youliang for meddling in other people's business. She was just thinking about how to resolve the current crisis.
There weren't any particularly powerful creatures among the filth across the street, but there were simply too many of them.
If they swarm in, even if all the deities from your own shrine come, it will be difficult to resist.
Seeing Zhao Youliang's expression change drastically, Yingchun, who was standing next to him, immediately realized that something was wrong.
"What's wrong, Quantum? Did you see something evil again?"
"Hmm!" Zhao Youliang nodded gently while shifting his gaze.
"Sister, you must never be like Li Mao, who puts wood ash in his eyes all the time."
"As I said before, for ordinary people, it's best to stay away from evil spirits and not bother each other!"
Speaking of Li Mao, this guy walked over, pale-faced and trembling, wearing an exaggerated smoky makeup.
"Quantum, quantum, what if we've already seen it?"
"They...they're all staring at me..."
Helpless, Zhao Youliang could only make Li Mao lower his head while covering his eyes with his hand.
"Humans and ghosts are on different paths, never to meet. The great road is like a lone tree, never touching each other."
"Ghost Eye, close!"
After reciting the incantation, Zhao Youliang casually wiped Li Mao's eyes: "Alright, don't look up at the other side."
"Go to the kitchen quickly and wash the ashes off your eyes."
"Never apply anything carelessly again, it can really kill you!"
Despite being so frightened that his legs went weak, Li Mao quickly turned around, grabbed the table, and staggered toward the kitchen.
"I understand quantum mechanics now, and I'll never do it again."
The patrons, unaware of what had happened, assumed Li Mao was drunk and began to tease him.
"Haha, Li Mao's already confused after this little bit of wine?"
"Don't brag to us about how much you can drink next time. Remember to go to the kids' table next time you eat?"
"Don't go to that table with the old women, you're not even as good as a decent old woman!"
At this moment, Li Mao was in no mood to argue with anyone. He said, "You guys are awesome, I admit it, okay?" and then went into the kitchen to wash his eyes without looking back.
On the other side, the evil spirit across the street seemed to be unable to restrain itself any longer and began to slowly walk towards the barbecue stall.
He swayed his body, his arms reaching out wildly, and he was hissing something in a low voice.
Seeing this, Zhao Youliang was worried that he would implicate others. Just as he was about to lead the ghosts away, he suddenly heard a strange flute sound.
As soon as the flute music started, all the evil spirits stopped in their tracks like flies attracted to a stench, and turned their heads to look at the source of the music.
Then, the dark-skinned, thin lama, Da Ku Ben Shi, walked barefoot, turning a prayer wheel in one hand and holding a pale bone flute to his lips in the other, playing it.
The human bone flute is made from the shinbone of another lama, about 30 centimeters long, and partially covered with silver or copper. It can produce a piercing sound.
It is said that this sound has a deadly attraction to evil spirits, who will swarm to it like moths to a flame.
And indeed, that was the case: the night-walking demons decisively abandoned Zhao Youliang and, with a strange laugh, headed towards the Great Master of Bitterness.
The Great Master of Bitterness showed no panic, nor did he immediately turn around and leave. Instead, he mouthed to Zhao Youliang.
"Tomorrow is the deadline: if you do not return my sacred Tantric artifact, I will imprison you under the feet of Mahakala forever."
After the lama finished speaking, he took out the flesh lotus and placed it on his head, then led the hundred ghosts behind him out of the town.
It disappeared into the dark night in no time, leaving only the faint sound of an eerie flute.
Zhao Youliang was stunned by the Great Master's actions.
Only one thought flashed through my mind: Why did he save me? Is he a good person or a bad person?!
When Yingchun's sister-in-law saw Zhao Youliang standing there blankly and silent, she thought he was possessed by an evil spirit.
He quickly asked, "Liang, are you alright?"
Zhao Youliang then came to her senses: "It's okay, sister, you don't need to worry."
"The evil spirits are all gone, everything's alright now!"
After hearing Zhao Youliang's words, Yingchun's sister-in-law did not press for details, but simply patted her chest and let out a long sigh.
"It's good that you're gone, it's good that you're gone."
"Sigh, our town is getting more and more eerie."
"Quantum, if you weren't 'tied down' by the paper-making shop, I'd take you with me and move away, the farther the better..."
At this point, Sister Yingchun realized she had misspoke and quickly went about her business, blushing.
Zhao Youliang was left still pondering the question from earlier: Why did the lama save me? Was he a good person or a bad person?
As I recount this story, I am deeply moved.
In reality, it's difficult to simply describe the people around us as good or bad.
Such a statement is too arbitrary and unfair to the person being evaluated.
It can only be said that in our world, besides black and white, there is also gray in between.
The warmth and coldness of human relationships must be experienced firsthand...
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