There is a charitable house behind this village, which was told by Old Man Hong when we were on the bus. At that time, both Li Mingyao and I subconsciously asked if the charitable house had been searched.

  Yizhuang is a very special place, it's where people would spend their last days in ancient times. Yizhuang cannot have too much yang energy, otherwise it will damage the yin energy of the corpse and harm the soul of the deceased.

  So in construction, they will always look for a location with a slightly Yin feng shui, and even after the house is built, they will place a bowl on the roof, fill it with Zi Mu blood, and when it's sunny, divide the dried Zi Mu blood into four pieces and throw them to the east, south, west, and north of the ancestral hall.

  When it rains, wait for the rainwater to wash away the filth and dirt, letting it flow over the tiles on the roof.

  So many strange things will happen in the funeral home, of course, Mr. Yin and Yang naturally have various methods to prevent the corpse from becoming a fierce ghost in such an extremely yin place.

  However, many evil spirits and monsters would like to stay in the mourning hall, just like a person likes to stay in an air-conditioned room on a hot day.

  Old Man Hong shook his head and told us that they had searched the righteous village but found nothing.

  As soon as we three entered the village, more than 20 elderly men and women came out to welcome us, accompanied by some children.

  It made us feel a bit embarrassed, and Old Man Hong also said in front of those people: "The three of them are distinguished guests I invited from Chengdu, they are truly capable people, everyone welcome."

  Old Master Hong led the applause with all his might, and those old men and women also pointed at us with their fingers.

  There are also some old men saying, with just a few young people, can they be trusted? Won't they be scammers?

  There were many such comments, but we didn't get angry.

  Old Man Hong also glared at those old men who said that we three were swindlers, and they quickly stopped talking.

  Old Man Hong said to us three: "There's no rush in finding the monster, let's go to my house and have a meal first, you must be tired from sitting in the car for so long."

  The three of us nodded and followed Old Man Hong into the village.

  Mr. Hong's house is the most luxurious, with white ceramic tiles on the outside and everything inside arranged very neatly.

  "Old Master Hong, I wouldn't have guessed, you're still the richest man in your village!" I joked as I entered the house. The living room had a refrigerator, and when I glanced into the bedroom, I saw a computer, although it was covered in dust and clearly hadn't been used in a long time.

  "What's a tuhao?" Mr. Hong was taken aback by my question.

  "It means having a lot of money."

  Old Man Hong also chuckled and proudly said: "My son is capable, over thirty years old, doing business outside and earning a lot of money. A few years ago, he even said he wanted to take me out and live in the city."

  "Why don't you go then?" Zhao Shanyu asked casually.

  "After living here for decades, it's really hard to leave." Old Man Hong sighed as he walked to his doorway and looked out at the village.

  "Alright, let's save the small talk for after we've caught that demon." Li Mingyao said as he pulled out a yellow Daoist robe from his backpack.

  I also took out my own Taoist robe and put it on.

  "Master, you must help me avenge my son."

  Suddenly, a woman in her thirties rushed into Old Man Hong's house. The woman was plain-looking and wore clothes that were not expensive but clean and tidy.

  She rushed in and knelt down to kowtow to Li Mingyao.

  Li Mingyao hastily squatted down and said: "Sister, what's going on?"

  Old man Hong said beside him: "This is Wang Ling. When her own child was two or three years old, she died unexpectedly while working on a construction site. The boss compensated with tens of thousands of yuan, but it wasn't enough for daily use. Usually, people in our village would help them out from time to time. Alas, Wang Ling's life is really tough. She managed to raise her child all by herself until ** years old, only to have the child eaten by a monster. What will she do in the future?"

  Old Man Hong sighed and shook his head as he spoke.

  Wang Ling's sister was red-eyed and desperately wanted to kowtow to Li Mingyao. Li Mingyao said: "Sister, don't do this, it is our duty to slay demons, if you kowtow to me, that would be a bad omen for me."

  "Heavenly Master, I, Wang Ling, have had a bad life, but as long as you avenge my child for me, I'll be your servant in the next life." Wang Ling was already crying uncontrollably, hugging Li Mingyao's leg and sobbing.

  Old Mr. Hong couldn't bear it anymore and pulled away Wang Ling's sister, finally persuading her to leave after much effort.

  "I'll make you three something to eat first." Old Man Hong sighed and went into the kitchen to start cooking.

  "Is it like this every time a child dies at home?"

  "When even a pet cat or dog dies, it's heartbreaking for half a day, let alone one's own child." Li Mingyao nodded and chuckled, "Is there some kind of realization?"

  "Enlightenment?" I suddenly understood that Zhao Shenyu used to be a cult leader or at least a minor lord. If he hadn't killed a few people, it would be impossible.

  After all, as a small-time henchman, it's just like in the TV dramas, we underlings are risking our lives to kill people, and you, as the big boss, still want to keep your hands clean?

  Zhao Shenyu took a deep breath and said with an unpleasant expression: "I really didn't think about it so much before, now that I think about it, I've done quite a few wrong things in the past."

  "Wife, it's okay, you've already quit the Miao Wu cult and turned over a new leaf." I had just finished speaking when Li Mingyao said beside me: "Some things can't be solved with just one sentence of turning over a new leaf, especially when it comes to harming people's karma."

  "Can't you just shut up for once? I'm trying to comfort my wife here!" I yelled at Li Mingyao.

  Zhao Shenyu said: "Li Mingyao is right, these things, he is a person from Maoshan, naturally more clear than us."

  "If you want to atone for your sins, I know some virtuous monks." As soon as Li Mingyao finished speaking, I kicked him in the butt: "You bastard, it's not easy for me to find a wife as beautiful as a flower, and you still want to deceive her into becoming a nun."

  "What are you talking about? What's with the nun?" Li Mingyao gave me a white eye and said: "I just want to find some high-ranking monks to recite scriptures for your wife to eliminate her sins."

  "That thing is useless." Zhao Shanyu shook his head, his face still looking unpleasant.

  Soon, Old Man Hong came out of the kitchen with some dishes and we started eating. However, throughout the meal, Zhao Shenyu's face looked terrible.

  It's probably the scene of Wang Ling kneeling down for Li Mingyao just now that still shocked her.

  After dinner, we chatted and smoked at Old Man Hong's house for a while. Before long, the sky outside darkened and it was already 5:30.

  Li Mingyao and I had our backpacks on. Li Mingyao told Old Man Hong: "Old Man Hong, later you go notify the villagers to lock their doors at home and no matter what noise they hear, they can't open the door."