The prisoner who had taken the elixir immediately returned to his memorial tablet to cultivate.
He also told Zhao Youliang, Chang Jie, and the evil immortals that they were all asleep and would not wake up for a while, and that he could call him if he needed anything.
After the prisoners were returned to their places, Zhao Youliang stayed in the side room for a long time, trying to lick his elbow with his tongue.
Then Li Mao's voice came from outside the door: "Quantum, is Quantum home?"
"Come out and see what's going on!"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Youliang walked out dejectedly: "Li Mao, what's all the commotion?"
"Oh, by the way, you know what? Turns out we really can't lick our own elbows!"
"Huh?" Li Mao was taken aback by Zhao Youliang's seemingly random words.
But he didn't think too much about it and instead told Zhao Youliang.
"The big fat monk that the mayor invited, the one you fought with, is going to perform a ritual to exorcise evil spirits for us in a little while."
"Let's go, let's wait and see what happens!"
After Li Mao finished speaking, Zhao Youliang chuckled.
"No need to go, just watch from the doorway."
"Look, they're here."
A moving platform, pushed by eighteen dark-skinned, thin lamas with bare upper bodies and covered in Sanskrit drawings, slowly "came" from afar.
Standing on the high platform was that fat lama with a face full of scars.
He was still wearing a red cloth draped diagonally, revealing the right half of his shoulder.
He held an oversized prayer wheel in one hand, as big as a rattle drum used for selling tofu; and beat a huge leather drum at his waist with the other.
While chanting mysterious scriptures, they would occasionally sprinkle holy water on the ground.
Buddhist believers in the town gathered around the huge platform, and at first glance, there seemed to be several hundred people.
The streets were completely blocked, so I just followed the platform and wandered along the street.
The ceremony lasted for more than an hour and covered almost every street in the town.
The event concluded with the mayor's impassioned speech.
It was called a speech, but the main point was to get the townspeople to donate incense money to the fat lama.
Because they have already guaranteed that after this ceremony, no evil spirits will come out to harm people again, at least not for three years.
The town was already considered eerie, so the residents, adhering to the principle of "better safe than sorry," generously donated money.
Under Zhao Youliang's envious, jealous, and hateful gaze, the so-called donation box was soon filled, and the smallest denomination was fifty.
Upon seeing this, Mayor Guo Zhengde couldn't stop smiling.
They quickly had someone bring a larger donation box and place it in front of the residents...
Zhao Youliang wasn't the only one filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred; the driver, Xiao Li, felt the same way.
"Holy crap, this actually works?"
"If I'd known it was this profitable, you would have taken this quantum job too! Don't you have some kind of divine protection?"
"I'll set up the stage for you, and then we'll make some money together!"
"We don't need so many people..."
Zhao Youliang ignored Li Mao and secretly pondered: This big monk may not be able to beat the hooligan dog, but he still has some skills.
Thanks to his "trouble-making," the gloomy atmosphere that had enveloped the town really did dissipate a lot.
Does this mean that there will be no more evil things harming people in the future?
If that's the case, then that's good. At least we won't have to worry about Sister Yingchun and Brother Chen anymore.
With these thoughts in mind, Zhao Youliang subconsciously walked towards the funeral clothing shop.
He wanted to see if the spirit of the funeral shop owner was still there.
If he's not there, it means he was saved by the ritual just now, which proves that the fat lama's promise can truly be kept.
However, things never go as planned:
When Zhao Youliang arrived near the funeral clothing shop, he could see from afar that the shop owner's spirit was still standing at the door.
Not only did it not disappear, but the resentment on its body actually intensified.
If he was just a confused ghost before, he has now become a vengeful ghost.
Hiding in the shadows, it kept baring its teeth at passersby.
"Holy crap, how could this happen?!"
Upon hearing Zhao Youliang's remarks, the curious Xiao Li immediately asked him a question.
"Quantum, what are you saying? What? How could this be?!"
Zhao Youliang was too lazy to explain, so he told Li Mao to wipe the soot from the bottom of the pot that he always carried with him onto his eyelids.
Li Mao was startled when he saw the ghost: "Holy crap, you can see a ghost in broad daylight?!"
"Doesn't this prove that the fat monk's methods didn't work?! He got everyone to donate money for nothing?!"
As Li Mao spoke, he looked around, and when he looked in the direction of the coffin shop, he immediately exclaimed in surprise.
"Quantum, quantum, and there's another ghost over there!"
When Zhao Youliang looked over, he was surprised to find that Li Mao was referring to Old Liu, who was standing at the door.
So he smacked Li Mao hard on the head: "Don't talk nonsense, that's my uncle!"
"You just arrived yesterday, you'll be staying with me for a while!"
Li Mao was clearly hurt, but knowing he was in the wrong, he could only mutter under his breath.
"So you're the uncle who just arrived. I was wondering why I'd never seen you before."
"Because I've never seen one before, I thought it was a ghost."
As he spoke, Zhao Youliang walked towards Old Liu.
When Old Liu saw Zhao Youliang, he smiled and nodded.
"Quantum, you're here? What do you think of that poor soul over there?"
Although Zhao Youliang was a bit of a sycophant, he was very respectful of his elders. Of course, he wouldn't be foolish enough to say he would just stand there and watch.
After pondering for a while, he finally answered, "Uncle, I really can't figure out why he suddenly turned into a vengeful ghost."
“That big fat lama is really capable; I can sense that.”
"Logically speaking, even if the ritual he performed couldn't help the funeral shop owner pass on to the afterlife, it shouldn't have backfired, right?"
After hearing Zhao Youliang's words, Old Liu sighed and walked into the shop, with Zhao Youliang following closely behind.
Li Mao followed at the same time.
This guy is always very outgoing, introducing himself with a grin.
"Uncle, my name is Li Mao, and I'm best buddies with Quantum."
"If you ever want to go out for a stroll or need a car, just call me and I'll be there whenever you need me."
"Oh, by the way, don't let my status as an unlicensed taxi driver fool you, I never charge you for rides to your family!"
Looking at Li Mao, Old Liu nodded slightly, then smiled and spoke.
"You're just an ordinary person without any affinity for immortality, so you shouldn't bother smearing soot on the bottom of the pot anymore."
"When you see a ghost, the ghost can also see you, which is not good for you."
After Old Liu finished speaking, he continued speaking to Zhao Youliang without waiting for Li Mao to reply.
“You only know one side of quantum mechanics: in theory, Buddhist rituals for the deceased should not have the opposite effect, but your situation is really special.”
"The White Tiger breaks the evil spirit and seals the gate, so the living cannot leave and the dead cannot escape."
"In addition, that high lama's evil intentions and lack of skill have led to the current situation."
Old Liu paused for a moment before continuing.
“Quantum, think carefully about any unusual changes that occurred before you came in. I’m referring to the entire town.”
"Changes?" Zhao Youliang pondered this question for a moment, then exclaimed in surprise.
"Uncle, the sun in the sky seems redder than before!!"
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