Knowing that Zhao Youliang was a shamanic disciple, the workers weren't sure whether he was talking nonsense or if it was true.
After dealing with the situation with a "humph," he continued with his own business.
Just as Zhao Youliang was about to leave with Liao Zhiyuan, an older worker with a disheveled look walked over mysteriously.
"You must be Zhao Youliang? My name is Cheng Dachuan. I'm also a shamanic disciple, and I used to be..."
In fact, Zhao Youliang had already sensed it without Cheng Dachuan saying anything more.
Cheng Dachuan, who is standing in front of us, belongs to the evil sect we mentioned earlier. Now, the sect has "declined," and he has suffered the backlash as a result.
Without the help of a true master, one is destined to be poor and unsuccessful in this life.
He thought it in his heart and agreed aloud.
"Yes, I am Zhao Youliang. What do you need me for?"
Cheng Dachuan was about to reply when he heard this, but was ridiculed and even disgusted by the other workers.
"Young man, you'd better not pay him any attention. That old guy is no good!"
"He tells everyone he's a disciple of a shaman, someone who can help people solve problems and resolve disputes."
"Some of his coworkers actually asked him for help before, and he took a lot of money but didn't get anything done!"
"If that were all, it would be one thing, but it completely enraged the evil spirit, causing that coworker's family to be ruined and destroyed!"
Even when faced with a well-reasoned and justified rebuke, Cheng Dachuan remained unfazed, like a dead pig unafraid of boiling water.
And while smirkingly telling Zhao Youliang not to listen to their nonsense, she pulled him aside.
"Zhao Youliang, I have something important to tell you: Did you know that the temple I built for you has been destroyed by disaster?"
"You know you've offended someone you shouldn't have!"
Cheng Dachuan emphasized the character "人" (person) with particular force, clearly implying something.
His words are now so powerful that they can't even frighten his own coworkers, let alone Zhao Youliang, who is believed to be possessed by a deity.
Zhao Youliang could even guess that Cheng Dachuan's next move would be: "I'm not kidding you!"
Zhao Youliang, you can't see it because the spirits in your shrine are incompetent!
And just as expected: Cheng Dachuan's next words were exactly the same as what Zhao Youliang had thought.
Fortunately, Zhao Youliang has high emotional intelligence and doesn't have the habit of making sarcastic remarks about others.
Leave a way out for others, so you can meet again in the future.
Therefore, he simply smiled and shook his head, politely pushing away Cheng Dachuan's hand that was holding his arm.
Then, without saying anything, he went back to the paper-making shop with Liao Zhiyuan.
Cheng Dachuan, standing alone in the same spot, was filled with anger amidst the jeers of the other workers.
Looking at Zhao Youliang's retreating figure, his face was full of anger.
At the same time, he said in a voice only he could hear, "Don't be so arrogant just because you have a few immortals in your hall!"
"You just wait, you just wait!"
"The day my son wakes up, I'll tear down your dilapidated alchemy shop! I'll take everything out of it and use it to refine pills!!"
When he said those words, Cheng Dachuan's face was contorted with rage, like a delusional madman.
After indulging in his own imaginary world for a while, Cheng Dachuan quietly took out a blood-red memorial tablet and kept stroking it.
"Son, don't worry. Since I'm willing to kill you with my own hands and turn you into a ghost, I will definitely find a temple for you to enjoy the offerings."
"If you succeed, then the two of us will be amazing!"
"Even if that doesn't work, there's still that thing Dad did secretly for three years... Hehehe, in short, Dad is confident that you'll become the most powerful Qingfeng Sect Leader!"
As Cheng Dachuan spoke, the blood-red memorial tablet in his hand began to tremble, as if struggling, or perhaps responding...
Meanwhile, Zhao Youliang, back at the paper-making shop, didn't rest either. He immediately gathered his tools and went to the east side of the town.
As I said before, the east side is close to Wanlong Mountain, so if they can't beat the evil spirits, they can easily run to Chang Jie's house.
Upon arriving at the destination, Liao Zhiyuan asked softly, "Brother Quantum, are you really going to 'lure the snake out of its hole'?"
"Yes!" Zhao Youliang nodded deeply.
"Although we have many enemies, the most important thing is to kill the puppet's father first!"
“If that old guy doesn’t die, Brother Chen Wei and Brother Zhigang won’t be safe.”
"Also, even if it's to avenge Brother Zhou, we must kill him!"
"Okay, I'll listen to you!" After Zhao Youliang finished speaking, Liao Zhiyuan immediately took action.
Using the blood of a person with a pure Yang birth chart provided by Chen Wei, they began to set up the "Yang Protection Array".
As for the copper coins needed to set up the formation, given his background, he certainly wouldn't lack them.
Not only were there enough for thirty-six coins, but Zhao Youliang was also given more than a hundred to make into copper coin swords.
But when Zhao Youliang heard that these copper coins were antiques, each worth tens of thousands, his eyes lit up with excitement.
"Little Liao, if we sell all of these, won't we finally be freed from our serfdom and start singing songs of liberation?!"
"Don't tell me that these, like the small medicine bottles the young general gave me, can't be sold!"
Liao Zhiyuan glanced at Zhao Youliang with annoyance upon hearing this: "Brother Quantum, guess!"
Zhao Youliang: "......"
After being "scolded" by Liao Zhiyuan, Zhao Youliang immediately became obedient.
He focused intently on setting up his own formation—the Yang Nu Formation mentioned earlier.
However, he did not invite the seven young men with pure Yang horoscopes, mainly because he was afraid that if he could not deal with the evil spirits, he would implicate them.
Instead, they used paper figures they made themselves.
Of course, these paper figures had been blessed with the blood of the seven young men mentioned above beforehand, and were marked with talismans for warding off evil spirits.
Here's a special explanation: although the blood bags have been here for a few days, the blood inside doesn't smell bad.
Zhao Youliang had been keeping them in the refrigerator's crisper drawer...
The two boys worked for most of the day before finally completing the two major formations, and they were both panting heavily from exhaustion.
Li Mao, who came to help, was so tired that he sat down on the ground, panting and complaining.
"Oh my god, I never imagined that becoming a Taoist priest would be such a physically demanding job, even more tiring than making coffins every day!"
Zhao Youliang ignored him, carefully checked everything to make sure it was correct, and then used a concealment formation to shield it before taking Liao Zhiyuan and Li Mao to help out at the barbecue restaurant.
What they didn't realize was that, a few hundred meters away, Cheng Dachuan, whom they had met during the day, was performing a strange ritual.
He sat cross-legged on a grave mound, holding a pure white umbrella with white cloth strips hanging down around it.
He wrote his own and his dead son's birth dates on the fan with his own blood, and then slowly began to spin.
He was also chanting some unknown incantation...
On the other side, Zhao Youliang and his two companions, upon arriving at the barbecue restaurant, immediately threw themselves into their enthusiastic work.
Of course, they chatted while working.
Liao Zhiyuan: "Brother Quantum, the formation is set up. How do you plan to lure out that warlord surnamed Wu?"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Youliang grinned slyly and looked with ill intent at the large yellow dog that was lying not far away, gnawing on a bone.
"Hehe, isn't Warlord Wu just after the Seven Tragedy Stones? Let's lure him over with those thugs!"
"If one hooligans isn't enough, we still have Li Mao."
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