Once they were far away from the ghosts, Zhao Youliang pulled Li Mao to find the lost bicycle, and they rode it straight to the highest point in the vicinity.
Liao Zhiyuan followed closely behind, asking in bewilderment, "Quantum, aren't we going home? What are we doing over there?"
"Let me make this clear beforehand, I only have one master over there, there are no masters over there who can ask us questions."
Zhao Youliang clearly didn't appreciate Li Mao's humor.
So he simply asked in return, "Little Li, don't you find it strange? The Yinling Cart is such an evil thing, why didn't you dare to chase it just now?"
"And they haven't dared to cross the line for so many years."
"This..." Li Mao was full of question marks when he heard this. He chuckled awkwardly before answering.
"Quantum, you're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?"
"Should we go back and ask my grandfather again? He's got nothing better to do anyway."
Zhao Youliang: "......"
Just as Zhao was about to hit someone, Chang Jie, who was being held on Zhao's head, suddenly spoke up.
"Quantum, why don't you ask me?"
Zhao Youliang's expression was complicated upon hearing this: "Egg Boy, stop messing around. How did you learn to talk nonsense from Li Mao?"
“Every time I ask you, you say you don’t know, so why should I ask you?”
Even though Zhao Youliang looked down on him, Chang Jie wasn't angry. He still tried to grab a cigarette from Zhao Youliang as quickly as possible.
He took a deep drag, until his chubby face was swollen to its limit, before inhaling the mouthful of smoke into his lungs... into the eggshell.
“Quantum, this time I really know.”
"Huh?!" Zhao Youliang hurriedly asked, "Tell me why, Egg Boy!"
"If we can find out the weakness of the Yin Spirit Cart, then there will be hope of finding Uncle Sun and Granny!"
Although Zhao Youliang was eager, Chang Jie remained unhurried.
And his answer almost made Zhao Youliang choke.
"I can't tell you, my uncle forbids me from telling anyone."
Zhao Youliang: "......"
"Okay, alright, listening to the old immortal Blood Dragon is perfectly fine."
"Those who don't heed the advice of their elders will suffer the consequences..."
While the two were arguing, Zhao Youliang had already laboriously ridden his old bicycle up a small hill.
Li Mao, who was riding behind them, was already panting heavily: "Quantum, what are we doing here?"
"There isn't even a grave here, so you can't even ask other ghosts."
Zhao Youliang's answer was concise and to the point: "Look at the feng shui! Only by climbing to a high place can one see all the mountains, rivers, and the clouds and rain hidden in the ground."
"I need to investigate what's wrong with the feng shui here, otherwise I won't feel at ease."
After saying this, Zhao Youliang took out a compass and held it in his hand. He then took out eight small flags from his bosom and planted them in the ground according to the directions of the Eight Trigrams.
Of course, all of these items were made by himself and were far from being magical treasures; they were better than nothing.
"I am the Azure Bird and White Crane Immortal, holding a compass as I descend from the heavens. I am not afraid of any direction, east, west, south, or north; if I am buried here, I will be a sleeping cow."
"The White Crane Immortal Master came to acupoints, and the Nine Heavens Mysterious Maiden descended with the compass. The silent cloud compass illuminates the four directions, including Qian, Kun, Gen, Xun, and the center."
"Thunder, Dui, Kan, and Li are all unfavorable, bringing great fortune and protection to the people."
"The flow of feng shui is evident!"
While chanting the incantation, Zhao Youliang made hand gestures and pointed forward.
Unfortunately, it was all for naught; everything remained calm and peaceful.
"this......"
Embarrassed, Zhao Youliang once again chanted the incantation rapidly, repeatedly pointing forward with his hand seals: "Show! Show! Show!"
This incantation requires the caster to clench their thumbs and raise them, leaving only their index fingers pointing forward.
So at this moment, Zhao Youliang was like someone gesturing with a "pistol" and repeatedly saying "PIU, PIU, PIU".
Luckily, there were no outsiders around, otherwise everyone would have thought he was an idiot.
Chang Jie was kind-hearted, and seeing Zhao Youliang becoming increasingly embarrassed, he weakly tried to persuade him.
"Quantum, if it doesn't work out, let's just forget about it and go home."
"It's windy here, so we use a lot of cigarettes."
As it turned out, Zhao Youliang was a persuasive person; after a slight hesitation, he agreed.
"Okay, alright, let's go back first."
"Let me make a better compass, then we can come back and try it again."
Liao Zhiyuan: "..."
After the two people and the egg left, a palm-sized "little elf" emerged from its hiding place.
Chubby little arms and legs, chubby little face, and a chubby, protruding belly.
The strangest thing was that he was clearly a little boy, but he was wearing an iron bra and iron briefs, and even had a miniature bull horn helmet on his head.
He also had an old-fashioned pistol hanging from his waist, the kind that people call a "turtle box," which is commonly seen in various anti-Japanese war dramas.
After the "little elf" appeared, it seemed to be deep in thought, gazing in the direction Zhao Youliang had left.
A moment later, mimicking his earlier actions, she pulled out the small pistol hanging on her waist, puffed out her cheeks, and made "PIU, PIU, PIU" sounds.
In an instant, the weather changed dramatically, and the land within a radius of several miles suddenly became transparent, revealing the fine dragon veins buried deep beneath.
Strangely, these dragon veins, which should have been chaotic, were now converging at the foot of a large mountain like countless rivers flowing into the sea.
Seeing this, the "little elf" seemed to realize that it had caused trouble, and quickly put away its little pistol and disappeared.
After he disappeared, everything immediately calmed down, and the earth returned to its normal state.
......
Nothing was said that night.
The next morning, Zhao Youliang opened the door of the paper-making shop according to the rules, and when he offered incense, he couldn't help but think of Zhao Fei.
Uncle Zhao promised me that he would find someone as extraordinary as the young general to come and move the rest of the coffins away. I don't know when he will be able to come.
But even if I could leave the juicer shop, where could I go? I can't exactly bring all this trouble home, can I?
Alas, it seems this is the entanglement of cause and effect; once you're stuck, it's not easy to get rid of it.
Filled with emotion, Zhao Youliang swayed and lay down on the rattan chair.
While drying the eggs, I waited for my big yellow dog to bring me breakfast.
Perhaps because he's gotten used to accepting his fate, Zhao Youliang seems to be enjoying his current life.
Having no worries about food or drink, and even cooking your own meals—isn't this the dream life of lying down and doing nothing?
Of course, it would be even better if Que Yin Po hadn't "gone missing"...
Just as Zhao Youliang was lost in thought, he saw the big yellow dog waddling over from a distance.
However, instead of carrying breakfast, he was holding someone's hand, an "old acquaintance" of Zhao Youliang.
"Oh my, isn't this Sister Cao?"
"Hey sis, how did you get caught by the dog... and come with Brother Dog?"
"Is something wrong?!"
Master Cao had clearly just been beaten by a dog; his face was bruised and swollen.
After all, the big yellow dog bullies people regardless of gender or age.
(Regarding Master Cao, he's the one whose pig spirit was detained by Zhao Youliang's gang. See Chapter 0176 of this book for details: Judging People by Their Dog Eyes)
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