The seal represents the mission of a shamanic disciple; the greater the mission, the higher the level of the seal.
If the spiritual power of a shamanic disciple originates from an ancient immortal family, then the mission of the shamanic hall will be extremely important.
The sword represents the identity and spiritual power of a shamanic disciple.
The higher one's status, the stronger their spiritual power.
The higher the grade of the sword, the wider and greater the disciple's enforcement authority will be.
Generally, this type of sword is used as a talisman to guard the hall.
Therefore, in my opinion, the sword is the most important item for a shamanic shrine, and it is also the fundamental tool to deter other shrines and evil spirits.
Speaking of swords, Zhao Youliang subconsciously took out a wooden knife he had picked up from his pocket.
"Uncle Sun, Brother Zhang, we don't have a sword right now, how about a knife?"
Looking at the miniature wooden knife that resembled a child's "doodle," Manager Sun smiled helplessly.
"Stop messing around with this quantum thing! What is this?! Put it back where you picked it up."
Despite what Manager Sun said, Zhao Youliang, with a sudden flash of inspiration, still carefully hid the wooden knife close to his body.
He had a deep feeling that this knife was the real treasure, the kind that could save lives in a critical moment.
After dinner, Granny Mi, Shopkeeper Sun, and the old man who drove the corpses left together, saying they were to guard against the three evil ghosts that had ordered coffins to harm people.
As for Zhao Youliang, he wasn't allowed to participate because the shop needed to be suppressed.
As a result, the entire paper-making shop instantly became deserted, with only the big yellow dog keeping Zhao Youliang company while "drying eggs" in the moonlight.
Due to his upbringing, Zhao Youliang is actually particularly afraid of being alone.
He was always worried that the people around him would abandon him and leave him alone in an unfamiliar environment, just like when he was abandoned by his biological parents when he was a child.
Thinking of being abandoned, Zhao Youliang couldn't help but think of Wang Youcai again.
"Oh my god, it's been three days! Where did my cousin go? I hope nothing bad has happened to him..."
After offering incense to the effigies, it was past midnight.
Zhao Youliang was just about to go to bed when he was interrupted by a knock on the door.
They knocked on the back door; they seem to know the rules.
Zhao Youliang quickly stood up and exclaimed in surprise, "Cousin?"
"Cousin, you're back?!"
Just as Zhao Youliang was about to open the door, he suddenly realized that something seemed wrong.
Because the surroundings were exceptionally cold, a cold that penetrated to the bone.
Besides the cold, he was surprised to see that the evil spirits he worshipped were huddled on their ancestral tablets, shivering.
Everyone stared nervously toward the back door, as if there was something terrifying there.
Although Zhao Youliang wasn't particularly clever, he was certainly not stupid either, and upon seeing this, he quickly inquired.
"Fellow immortals, what's wrong with you?"
"Could it be... what kind of evil thing is knocking on the door?!"
No sooner had Zhao Youliang finished speaking than they heard singing coming from outside the door.
"I am the greatest in both the Yin and Yang realms; if I want you to be born, you will be born. Yama, the King of Hell, decrees that someone should die at midnight; who dares to keep someone alive until dawn?"
Upon hearing the song, the fear on the faces of all the evil immortals intensified. They screamed and scattered in all directions, looking just like quails that had been startled into a panic.
"Seriously? This is ridiculous! This is just too improbable!"
Zhao Youliang slowly retreated while looking down on Xie Tangxian. He had already realized that the person knocking on the door was no good, at least not human!
Just then, the big yellow dog that had been in the front yard suddenly ran over, its eyes fixed on Zhao Youliang.
Besides the fear of what was outside the door, his eyes showed even more reluctance to part with Zhao Youliang.
This scene made Zhao Youliang even more alarmed: "Dog, Brother Dog, what's wrong with you?"
"Can you stop staring at me like that? I'm a little scared..."
As Zhao Youliang spoke, he subconsciously took out the small wooden knife he had picked up during the day and gripped it tightly in his hand.
Whether it was a coincidence or not, the eerie knocking stopped abruptly the moment he took out the wooden sword.
Even when Zhao Youliang took the initiative to inquire, there was still no response.
Zhao Youliang wasn't so reckless as to open the door to check: after all, in TV dramas, anyone who did that always ended up dead.
She quickly picked up the big yellow dog, ran back to her room, crawled into bed, and refused to come out again.
They stayed like this until dawn, when the man and the dog cautiously crawled out of bed and opened the shop door.
"Hey Dog Bro, what exactly happened last night?"
"You scared away all the spirits, and you've become such a freak too."
Whether it didn't understand or simply didn't want to talk to Zhao Youliang, the big yellow dog completely ignored him and waddled off into the street.
Routine patrol...routine abuse of the female dog...
Just as Zhao Youliang was about to go to the steamed bun shop across the street for breakfast, cries suddenly came from all directions of the town, the kind that are heart-wrenching.
Some were crying for their sons, some for their daughters...
"No way, so many people died together? And they were all young people?!"
"Wait... dead men, young man, those three evil spirits ordered seven coffins..."
"Something terrible has happened! Something evil is harming people!"
Upon realizing this, Zhao Youliang quickly locked the shop door and ran towards the nearest source of crying.
When he arrived, the victim's house was already crowded with neighbors who had come to help, and even the big yellow dog was there.
Upon seeing Zhao Youliang, he immediately grabbed his trouser leg and pulled him forcefully toward his shop.
The meaning was quite clear: You better go back and mind your own business!
Zhao Youliang couldn't resist the big yellow dog, mainly because he couldn't beat it, so he had no choice but to let the dog lead him towards his home.
"Hey Dog Bro, what are you afraid of? Where's your usual swagger?"
Looking at the ignorant and fearless Zhao Youliang, the big yellow dog's eyes were filled with disappointment and frustration...
Just as Zhao Youliang was led home by the dog, he saw the old corpse-driving man Zhang Mingli walking over with a bag of steamed buns, his steps and expression equally heavy.
Knowing the rules, he naturally didn't dare go in, but instead called Zhao Youliang out to eat.
"Good morning, bro. Do you know what's going on in town?"
"It seems like a lot of people died overnight!"
Upon hearing Zhao Youliang's question, the old man who drove the corpses was clearly taken aback.
"Mr. Zhao, with such a commotion last night, didn't you hear a thing?"
"I thought you couldn't do without suppressing this shop, which is why I didn't make a move..."
The old man's words made Zhao Youliang even more curious.
"I didn't hear anything, I just heard someone knocking on my door."
"Tell me what happened... I wanted to go see it, but Dog Brother brought me back..."
Upon hearing this, the old man who drove the corpses looked at the wary yellow dog and spoke with a sigh.
"What else could it be but something dirty?"
"If I'm not mistaken, it's those three filthy things that were used to fix the coffin."
"Unfortunately, even though the three of us—my older brother, older sister, and I—spent the whole night on guard, we still couldn't prevent it..."
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