Just as Zhao Youliang was bowing and scraping as he was about to mount the bicycle, he suddenly felt a bone-chilling cold.
Then a group of people appeared from the thick fog, a group of long-haired people holding white lanterns and wearing white robes.
They all walked forward with their heads down and their hands on the shoulders of the person in front of them.
An eerie song emanated from these people's bodies:
The gates of hell are right beneath our feet, with the Black and White Impermanence standing on either side.
The iron chains beat against my body, the branding iron pierced my very soul...
Zhao Youliang was stunned upon seeing this and quickly lowered his head to avoid looking.
At the same time, he reminded the big yellow dog: "Brother Dog, Brother Dog, close your eyes quickly, it's a ghost guiding you from the underworld!"
Actually, Zhao Youliang didn't need to waste his breath; the big yellow dog was much smarter than him.
At this point, one paw was covering its own eyes, and the other paw was covering all the puppies' legs.
Because of the alertness of the man and the dog, the ghostly guide ignored them.
Instead, it sang as it slowly moved and gradually disappeared into the depths of the fog.
What Zhao Youliang and the big yellow dog didn't see was that the guiding ghost was dragging a long iron chain behind it, which was tightly locked onto the female doll.
The doll's originally eerie, stiff face was now filled with despair, and thick tears of blood kept flowing from it.
After discovering Zhao Youliang and his dog, the female doll seemed to perk up a bit.
With his last bit of strength, he threw a small stone over.
It hit Zhao Youliang squarely on the forehead, then bounced off and hit the big yellow dog's head, making the two of them grimace in pain.
In contrast to the man and the dog, Chang Jie still looked half-dead, puffing away on his cigarette.
A pair of uneven eyes stared listlessly at the white-robed guide ghost, showing no intention of avoiding it.
After watching for a while, he seemed to get bored, so he picked up the stone that the female doll had thrown at him and put it into Zhao Youliang's pocket.
"Alright, Quantum, Rhubarb, you can open your eyes now. The evil thing is gone."
"Let's go home, we didn't bring enough cigarettes..."
"Really?" Upon hearing this, the man and the dog quickly peeked out through their fingers and saw that there was indeed only fog and nothing else.
They all rubbed their foreheads in unison, exclaiming, "Oh my god, that little devil was really mean, he even threw stones at people!"
"Wow, what a huge bag!!"
When they returned to the town, all the barbecue restaurants had closed, so they had to walk all the way back to the paper-making shop.
After entering the hall, Zhao Youliang suddenly realized that something seemed to be missing.
Upon closer reflection, it turned out that Zhao Hongwei, who usually stood against the wall, was missing.
"Oh dear, where's Hongwei? Where did he go in the middle of the night?!"
Huang Yu answered Zhao Youliang.
In fact, Huang Jiaxian didn't say anything, but simply handed over a note—a note written by Zhao Hongwei.
The message above is simple: firstly, to thank Zhao Youliang for his meticulous care during this time; and secondly, to say goodbye.
His obsession was to collect the Seven Tragic Stones and refine himself into the Seven Fiend Corpses, so he didn't want to implicate Zhao Youliang and Liao Zhiyuan.
At the end of the note, it said that because she was too fat, her clothes no longer fit.
So they could only take Zhao Youliang's bed sheet and make a makeshift pair of shorts to cover themselves.
Let Zhao Youliang have time to buy a new one himself.
After reading the note, Zhao Youliang remained silent for a long time.
After finally regaining her senses, she asked Liao Zhiyuan to light incense for her, and then collapsed onto the bed to sleep.
He wanted to start dreaming as soon as possible and cultivate himself properly.
Only when you have enough spiritual power can you protect everyone around you, instead of watching your loved ones be forced to leave one by one.
Especially the currently "unknown fate" Granny Wenmi and Shopkeeper Sun, and of course, my own unfortunate Sparrow Yin Soul...
Perhaps due to his deep-seated obsession, this time, what appeared in Zhao Youliang's dream was not a white-bearded immortal, nor a cute little monk, but a masked ghost Buddha without a face.
Before the ghost Buddha could speak, Zhao Youliang, like a wronged child seeing his parents, poured out his recent experiences like beans spilling from a bamboo tube.
The ghost Buddha remained silent, listening intently.
When Zhao Youliang was tired of talking and had vented all his grievances, he finally burst out laughing.
"Hehehehe!"
"All beings suffer, but for my brother's sake, I can save them all!!"
After speaking, he suddenly disappeared from the spot and reappeared in front of Zhao Youliang.
The distance was so close that Zhao Youliang could see the mottled scratches on the other person's mask.
Perhaps because he was used to being beaten by the big yellow dog, Zhao Youliang was so frightened by the sight that he kept backing away.
"B-Master...Grandpa, what do you want to do?"
"If you don't like it, I'll stop nagging, okay?"
"Please don't hit me..."
The Ghost Buddha ignored Zhao Youliang, instead pinning him to the spot with a finger, and then grabbed the letter that was spinning rapidly around him—a letter soaked in blood.
He read the above content aloud to Zhao Youliang, word by word.
Zhao Youliang seemed to understand but not quite, and was completely confused.
But whenever he was about to "fall asleep," the ghost Buddha would reach out and pierce a bloody hole in his chest.
The excruciating pain immediately brought Zhao Youliang back to his senses, forcing him to continue listening to the ghost Buddha's chanting.
And so, the alternation between unconsciousness and excruciating pain lasted all night...
When it was dawn the next day, Zhao Youliang jumped out of bed with a start.
It hit the roof with a thud, bounced back, and fell to the ground.
"Oh my god, it hurts so much!"
I don't know if he was talking about a headache or the pain in his chest from being stabbed last night.
After carefully examining his body, Zhao Youliang was relieved to find that there were no holes in it.
Although there were no holes, seven black dots appeared on his chest, forming the shape of the Big Dipper.
By this time, Zhao Youliang was no longer a novice and naturally understood that the Big Dipper represented death.
The South Dipper is for life, the Beidou is for death.
When mortals are conceived, they all pass from the Southern Dipper to the Northern Dipper, and all prayers are directed towards the Northern Dipper.
Taoism believes that the Big Dipper governs death and the Southern Dipper governs life. If one can worship the Big Dipper, one can attain immortality and be permanently removed from the register of the dead.
Nanto is in charge of survival, hence it is also known as "Enju Sushi" among the people.
Worshiping the Southern Dipper can increase one's lifespan.
Looking at the "scar" on his chest, Zhao Youliang immediately knew that the Faceless Demon Lord had not deliberately tortured him last night, but had given him a tremendous opportunity.
As for how to use this opportunity, Zhao Youliang hasn't figured it out yet.
Although he didn't understand, Zhao Youliang quickly got dressed, washed his face and brushed his teeth, and ran straight into the side room.
They respectfully bowed three times and kowtowed nine times before the memorial tablet that read "Master Wuxin, Wumian".
"Please forgive my presumption in addressing you as 'teacher'."
"I will never forget the kindness of my teacher in imparting knowledge and skills!"
May you, teacher, enjoy eternal happiness and live as long as the heavens!
After bowing, Zhao Youliang respectfully lit three incense sticks.
Only then, amidst Xie Tangxian's bewildered gaze, did he open the paper-making shop for business.
"Hey Dog, are you up yet? Shall we go to the front door to dry our eggs?"
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