Zhao Youliang readily agreed to Chen Wei's "request" and immediately took out more than a dozen talismans and handed them over.
Chen Wei smiled and accepted the gifts, while simultaneously putting down the fruits, pears, peaches, and other presents he had brought.
“Quantum, our relationship is our relationship, but the rules of the gang cannot be broken.”
"These are offerings for the immortals; you must accept them."
Zhao Youliang had long understood cause and effect, so he did not feign refusal.
Moreover, the deities in a temple rely on good deeds and offerings from ordinary people to cultivate themselves.
Just as we were talking, Director Zhou from the Urban Management Bureau walked over with a smile, accompanied by several elderly people over sixty years old.
They were all highly respected elders in the town, and did not belong to any of the five major surnames.
That said, the five major surnames are a thing of the past, and almost all of them have died out.
Zhao Youliang, who respected the elderly, quickly asked Liao Zhiyuan to bring out stools so that the elderly could sit down.
They even brought out a coffee table and brewed hot tea.
The elderly people were very polite to Zhao Youliang, almost to the point of being respectful.
After all, it was his gang that saved everyone in the town.
After taking a sip of hot tea, the elderly man at the head of the group spoke with a kind expression.
"Quantum, we old folks won't thank you enough. We won't say any more."
"Take a look at this first..."
As the old man spoke, he unfolded a piece of red cloth and placed it in front of Zhao Youliang.
The red cloth was covered with signatures, and each signature was followed by the amount.
The amounts range from tens or hundreds to thousands or even tens of thousands.
The most prominent positions, and those with the most "amounts" marked, are occupied by Chen Wei, Director Zhou, Qi Zhigang, and others.
"This is?!"
Seeing Zhao Youliang's puzzled expression, the old man smiled and explained.
“Quantum, everyone knows what your gang has been doing, so let’s discuss how to repay them.”
"In the end, we decided that each household would voluntarily donate money to build a temple for you in the middle of our town."
"From now on, on the first and fifteenth of each lunar month, and during festivals, everyone will have a place to worship."
"Ah?!" Upon hearing the old man's words, Zhao Youliang was overjoyed.
As the saying goes, "Man fights for a breath, Buddha fights for a stick of incense."
Why would any deity follow you? Isn't it just to receive incense offerings and increase your spiritual power?
Especially Huang Yu, Xiao Jiaozi, and Chang Jie, who are from large families who "married down" to the family.
If one could have their own temple, especially one built by thousands of people and with incense burning continuously, that would be a dream come true!
Even 99% of shamans don't receive this treatment!
Zhao Youliang excitedly accepted the "Letter to Ten Thousand People" and solemnly bowed deeply to the elderly men.
At the same time, the immortals in the hall lined up neatly, with Huang Yu leading the way in two rows. Their phantom images appeared behind Zhao Youliang, and they bowed in gratitude along with him.
The scene was solemn and dignified, and even Xie Tangxian, who usually had no manners, was sitting upright.
Upon seeing this, the elders quickly stood up and returned the greetings to Zhao Youliang and the immortals.
......
After Chen Wei, Director Zhou, and the group of elders left, Zhao Youliang hurriedly carried the "Ten Thousand People's Tablet" to the backyard.
All the immortals had already appeared in an orderly fashion, standing in two rows waiting here, except for the strange little egg.
The guy was still half-dead, slumped over his memorial tablet, puffing on cheap cigarettes.
Upon seeing Zhao Youliang enter, the immortals immediately clasped their hands in greeting.
Zhao Youliang was taken aback at first, then put down the "Memorial of Ten Thousand People" and respectfully returned the greeting.
After the ceremony, with Huang Yu's tacit approval, the evil immortals looked at the "Representative of All People" before them with faces full of ecstasy.
As he looked at it, he touched it with trembling hands, and even tears streamed down his face.
"I...we're not dreaming, are we? We have a temple now?!"
"Oh my, I always thought Quantum was the only one who followed him, I never expected him to become so successful so quickly!"
"From now on, we will definitely treat this place as our home, work diligently and never slack off."
"Quantum, you're so amazing!!"
If it weren't for Huang Yu's imposing presence, the evil immortals would have loved to hug Zhao Youliang and shower him with kisses.
That makes them much happier than the 50 million ordinary people among us!
Zhao Youliang blushed with pride at the praise and waved his hands repeatedly, saying it was all thanks to everyone.
After his initial excitement subsided, Huang Yu spoke earnestly.
"Quantum, even if we build a temple, the order of offerings inside must remain the same as it is now, without the slightest change!"
As Huang Yu spoke, he gestured to Zhao Youliang, urging him to pay attention to the order in which the ancestral tablets were being visited in the ancestral hall.
Zhao Youliang immediately understood that this was a good opportunity to "suck up" to the important figure.
Although someone of such status as Mr. or Young General no longer cares about offerings of incense, the proper etiquette cannot be disregarded.
Just like when we invite our elders to dinner during holidays, they don't care what we eat, but we can't prepare anything too simple.
If you're really only making millet porridge, how about pairing it with a fried egg?
This is what etiquette is... In other words, it means that if you are courteous enough, people won't blame you.
As for the three women under Mr. Hu and the Young General—Grandpa Hu, Grandma Hu, and Black Mother—Zhao Youliang dared not neglect them even more.
There's no other reason than that I've never had any contact with them, and I have no idea what their temperament is like.
In short, everything must be done in accordance with etiquette, and no mistakes should be made under any circumstances.
After sorting out all the details that should be noted, Liao Zhiyuan, the smartest among them, suddenly spoke up.
“Brother Quantum, I always feel that we’ve overlooked something, and it’s a very important one.”
"Huh?!" Zhao Youliang was taken aback upon hearing this and subconsciously looked at the memorial tablet.
"You haven't forgotten anyone, have you? Even Dog Brother's are here."
Liao Zhiyuan slowly shook his head: "I wasn't talking about building a temple, I was talking about the mass grave..."
At this point, Liao Zhiyuan suddenly raised his voice: "Brother Quantum, we've overlooked that warlord surnamed Wu himself!!"
"All the other filth has come out, but he hasn't!"
"Back then, he was a cultivator. His soul couldn't have just disappeared for no reason, much less come back to seek revenge!!"
Liao Zhiyuan's words immediately reminded everyone: Yes, where did that big warlord go?
It is absolutely impossible for someone to suddenly gain enlightenment after death and then go off to practice vegetarianism and chant Buddhist scriptures.
If that were the case, he should have come out long ago to stop the two puppets, which are his son and daughter-in-law, from taking revenge, instead of remaining silent like this!
"Xiao Liao, you mean that guy surnamed Wu is hiding, just waiting to suddenly stir up trouble?!"
"Quantum Bro, I can't say for sure... but we can try to calculate it."
As Liao Zhiyuan spoke, he went to the yard and brought in the iron box containing the "diary".
The reason he kept it was because Zhao Youliang was used to being frugal.
Or perhaps they were terrified of poverty and kept the money to sell as scrap metal... but it turned out to be the right decision.
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