Master of Strange Dao

Che Lun heard these words and immediately drifted away.

Yu Ziqing waited for the matchstick man to swear an oath before he took out a tablet and printed the matchstick man onto it, leaving a matchstick man's imprint.

"Alright, I'll try to find a promoter to worship you."

Yu Ziqing took the tablet to Dadui, but this time did not bring the matchstick man along.

Che Lun glanced at the matchstick man with a sideways look, and after satisfying his conscience, he began to look askance at people.

Last time, he was taken to find promoters and was given several promotion routes in a row.

He's different from the matchstick man, he's well aware of what can and cannot be done.

Yu Ziqing came to Dadui again and threw the matchstick man's tablet to Jia Shisi.

With the experience from last time, this time there's no need to look for Zhang.

"Hmm, find a few suitable people.

Those who have previously worked as temple priests would be best, divine granny is optimal.

If their talk is slick but they are reliable, that's even better. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel※fire.net

Most importantly, suitable to walk the path of a promoter."

Jia Shisi understood immediately and knew they must meet all the criteria.

And in the era of rebellion against Earth Deity, divine grannies were not rare, just most of them are finished now.

Those who survived under Jia Shisi's command must naturally be kind-hearted and steadfast.

Giving these people a promotion path also addresses some historical issues.

Soon, Jia Shisi found four or five former divine grannies.

Before they arrived, Jia Shisi personally explained to them that His Majesty didn't want to abandon any subject, giving these bygone people a chance.

The ritual study and preparation of materials now have mature procedures.

When the Earth Deity was thriving back then, they could still muddle along with them, but back in those days, these conscience-driven individuals actually didn't fare well, they were just small town or remote area divine grannies.

They were the bridges between the land or mountain gods and the local people.

Now the Earth Deity is more regulated with each passing day, those divine grannies who survived, who hadn't been doing well in the first place, find life even tougher.

Not just because they lack exceptional talent and don't have many other skills, they're also getting on in age; more importantly, they're met with invisible rejection and strange looks.

Even though they hadn't committed any atrocity back then, their status is an issue, completely helpless.

Now walking the path of a promoter, with Jia Shisi himself nodding in approval, they are understandably very willing.

Their enthusiasm for learning is extremely high, grasping rituals fervently and desperately.

Three months later, the first divine granny to perform the ritual promotion appeared solemn, as though engaging in something sacred.

She was chosen first because this divine granny, back in the day, fired the first shot in rebellion against the Deities locally.

She even dared to bring a stinky shoe to smack a Golden Body of an Evil Deity in the face, with sharp words, insulting harshly and fiercely, hitting the vital points, such a professional and appropriate talent naturally had to be first.

With the experience of Che Lun back then, the ritual went very smoothly.

The matchstick man had Che Lun's instructions and, sensing the information coming from the tablet, immediately followed suit step by step.

The first matchstick man's lineage of promoters appeared.

Jia Shisi promptly followed Yu Ziqing's instructions and took the divine granny back to her longtime residence.

With Jia Shisi standing by, the subsequent matters could proceed.

The Land God Temple here had no Land God, an Earth Deity vacant, with no suitable person here.

Years ago Jia Shisi had executed a massacre, killed so many that the remaining Earth Deities, even for sheer utility, weren't enough.

According to instructions, the divine granny prepared everything she needed to start her promotion.

At times like these, slick speech proved extremely useful.

Yu Ziqing didn't want the ceremony of beating villains to turn into a malevolent curse, because in his impression, and even in the stories told to Juice, the essence of such activities was longing for goodness, praying and inner solace.

Only when it's becoming a backhanded curse was it truly twisted.

After several months of promotion, people around now all knew about the so-called villain-beating.

This thing, indeed easily captivates interest and resonates.

As winter faded and spring arrived, amidst the gentle rains, during a market day, in the earth temple without an Earth Deity, the divine granny bowed to the ground, donned special attire, and began praying while holding a black paper figure.

On that paper figure, not a specific person's name and birthdate were inscribed, but the difficulties faced here over the past few months, and some people's hardships.

"I beat you, little villain's head..."

With plain language, the divine granny gripped a stinky shoe in one hand and fiercely slapped the black figure with the other.

The surrounding people gradually quieted down, resonating with her action.

Their days were much better than decades ago, but nobody's life is always smooth sailing; this seemingly mischievous approach easily invokes resonance.

The divine granny, with a solemn countenance, earnestly completed the ritual, she even felt she was truly striking the embodiment of unwanted events.

After the black paper figure was thrashed into tatters, the divine granny immediately folded it and placed it on a paper boat.

Then she produced a red matchstick human-shaped figure, leading everyone in prayers, subsequently placing the red figure onboard the paper boat and burned it together.

The paper boat, with spiritual incense inserted, carried the collective disgust towards the "villain," and the good wishes for the future, transforming into wispy smoke rising.

This peculiar force traversed space, silently landing on the matchstick man.

Thealwayseak and frail matchstick man felt the emergence of strength, and also sensed the arrival of pain.

He seemed to be bearing the pain carried by the "villain," and as he endured that pain, the itchy sensation on his skin slowly faded.

After everything dispersed, he finally empathetically understood the power contained within, and those wonderful blessings.

The black body of the matchstick man gradually turned red.

He slowly stood up, a dazed, awe-struck expression in his eyes.

"Che Lun, I... I seem to understand some of what you were talking about."