The prisoner who took the elixir immediately returned to the memorial tablet to practice.
He also told Zhao Youliang that Chang Jie and the evil spirits were also asleep and didn't know when they would wake up, so he could just ask him to call him if he had something to do.
After the prisoners returned to their positions, Zhao Youliang stayed in the side room for a long time, trying to lick his elbows with his tongue.
Until Li Mao shouted from outside the door: "Quantum, is Quantum at home?"
"Hurry out and watch the excitement!"
After Zhao Youliang heard this, he walked out angrily: "Li Mao, what's the excitement?"
"Oh, by the way, did you know? It turns out that we really can't lick our own elbows!"
"What?" Li Mao was stunned after hearing Zhao Youliang's out-of-touch words.
But he didn't think about it deeply, and instead told Zhao Youliang.
"The fat monk invited by the mayor is the one who fought with you. He will perform rituals for us to ward off evil spirits soon."
"Let's go, let's wait and watch the excitement!"
After Li Mao finished speaking, Zhao Youliang smiled.
"No need to leave, just watch at the door."
"Look, they're not here."
I saw a moving high platform, pushed by eighteen thin black lamas with bare upper bodies and painted Sanskrit characters on their bodies, slowly "coming" from a distance.
Standing on the high platform was the fat lama with a sinewy face.
I saw that he was still wearing the "red cloth" diagonally, exposing the right half of his shoulder.
In one hand, he holds an oversized prayer wheel, which is as big as a rattle used to sell tofu; with the other hand, he beats a huge leather drum on his waist.
While reciting mysterious scriptures, he also sprinkled holy water on the ground from time to time.
Buddhist believers in the town gathered around the huge platform. At first glance, there were hundreds of them.
The streets were blocked, so I just followed the high platform and walked along the street.
The ceremony lasted for more than an hour and visited almost every street in the town.
Then the curtain came to an end with the mayor’s impassioned speech.
It was said to be a speech, but in fact the main purpose was to ask the town residents to donate incense money to the big fat lama.
Because they have already promised that after this ceremony, no dirty things will come out to harm anyone, at least not within three years.
The town is inherently evil, so the residents donated generously based on the principle of "I would rather believe what I have than what I don't have."
Under Zhao Youliang's envious and jealous eyes, he filled up the so-called merit box in a short time, and the minimum denomination was fifty.
When Mayor Guo Zhengde and Mayor Guo saw this, they were already laughing from ear to ear.
I quickly asked someone to get a larger donation box and put it in front of the residents...
Zhao Youliang is not the only one who is envious, jealous and hateful, the driver Xiao Li is also the same.
"Fuck, is this okay?"
"If I had known that I could make money like this, you would be able to take on this living quantum! Don't you have an immortal body to protect you?"
"When the time comes, I will push the table for you, and we two brothers will make money!"
"There is no need for so many people..."
Zhao Youliang ignored Li Mao, but thought to himself: Although this great monk couldn't defeat the rogue dog, he still had something to offer.
Through his "trouble", the gloom that enveloped the town really dissipated a lot.
Is it true that dirty things will never harm people in the future?
If that's the case, that's fine. At least you don't have to worry about Mrs. Yingchun and Brother Chen anymore.
Thinking in his mind, Zhao Youliang subconsciously walked in the direction of the shroud shop.
He wanted to see if the soul of the owner of the shroud shop was still there.
If he is not there, it means he has been saved by the ritual just now, and it also proves that the fat lama can really fulfill his promise.
However, things always backfire:
When Zhao Youliang walked near the shroud shop, he saw the ghost of the owner of the shroud shop still standing at the door from a distance.
Not only did it not disappear, the resentment on his body became even stronger.
If he was just a confused ghost before, he has now become a serious ghost.
Hiding in the darkness, he kept grinning at the passers-by.
"I'll go, how could this happen?!"
Hearing Zhao Youliang's emotion, the curious Xiao Li immediately asked.
"Quantum, what are you talking about? How could this happen?!"
Zhao Youliang didn't bother to explain, but asked Li Mao to wipe his eyelids with the ashes from the pot that he always carried with him.
Li Mao was shocked when he saw the ghost: "Oh shit, can you see ghosts in broad daylight?!"
"Doesn't this mean that the fat monk's trick didn't work?! Why did you ask the big guy to donate money?!"
Li Mao looked left and right as he spoke, and when he looked in the direction of the coffin shop, he immediately exclaimed.
"Liang, Quantum, there's a ghost over there!"
When Zhao Youliang looked over, he was shocked to find that Li Mao was referring to Old Liu Tou who was standing at the door.
So he hit Li Mao hard on the head: "Don't talk nonsense, that's my uncle!"
"You just came here yesterday and will stay with me for a while!"
Li Mao was obviously hurt by the knock, but knowing that he was in the wrong, he could only murmur softly.
"It turns out it's my uncle who just came here. I asked him why I haven't seen him before."
"Just because I had never seen it before, I thought it was a ghost."
While talking, Zhao Youliang was already walking towards Lao Liutou.
When Old Liu Tou saw Zhao Youliang, he smiled and nodded.
"Quantum, are you here? What do you think of the poor soul opposite?"
Although Zhao Youliang is a bit arrogant, he respects his elders very much. Of course I wouldn’t foolishly say that I would just stand and watch.
After pondering for a while, he answered: "Uncle, I really can't figure out why he suddenly became so violent."
"That big fat lama is really capable, I can feel it."
"It stands to reason that if he does the ritual, even if he can't save the owner of the shroud shop, it won't be counterproductive, right?"
After listening to Zhao Youliang's words, Old Liu Tou sighed and walked towards the shop, and Zhao Youliang naturally followed closely.
Also following at the same time was Li Mao.
This guy was always familiar with himself and introduced himself with a smile.
"Uncle, my name is Li Mao, and I am close friends with Quantum."
"When you get older, if you want to go out for a walk, use your car, etc., just call me. I'll be there when you call me."
"Oh, by the way, don't think I'm a gangster, but my family never asks for money!"
Looking at Li Mao, Lao Liutou nodded slightly, then smiled and spoke.
"You are an ordinary person who has no immortal destiny, so you better not wipe the ashes on the bottom of the pot from now on."
"When you see ghosts, ghosts can also see you, which is not good for you."
After Old Liu Tou finished speaking, he continued to speak to Zhao Youliang without waiting for Li Mao to speak.
"Quantum, you only know one thing but not the other: Logically speaking, Buddhism's salvation will not have any counterproductive effects, but your place is really special."
"The white tiger breaks the seal of the evil spirit, and the souls of the dead are never far away from the living."
"Coupled with the fact that the great lama has a bad mind and is not good at learning, it is the result of what he is now."
At this point, Old Liu Tou paused for a moment before continuing.
"Quantum, please carefully recall any special changes before you came in. I am referring to the entire town."
"Change?" Zhao Youliang immediately thought about it after hearing the words, and after a moment he spoke in surprise.
"Uncle, the sun in the sky seems to be redder than before!!"
Outside the book: Life is not easy, so you don’t need to spend money to give me gifts!
Just give me three power generation for love every day.
There is a chapter discussion at the end of the new chapter, the little "urn" behind it.
After clicking on it, there is a "Power generation for love (watching ads)", which can help me watch three times a day.
Thank you all new and old friends!
I continued to work on the manuscript all night long, and over the weekend I updated 10,000 words.
