"Did I teach that?"
Aunt Zhang's head was in a whirl, but seeing the smile on Hu Ma's face, she suddenly realized. Did I really teach him that? But back then, I only taught him the most basic dharma method as an emergency measure. The reason he could set up the altar and invite spirits was that the Red Lantern Lady in our guild was kind and generous. How could this little shopkeeper take it so seriously?
Hu Ma didn't explain. He had already taken various items from Little Hongtang's hands and swiftly arranged them around him—a fire basin, straw effigies, and rice scattered haphazardly.
When she saw him insert three incense sticks into the ground and place an oil lamp before him, truly about to start setting up the altar, Aunt Zhang couldn't hold back. "Where did you find these sinister suppression objects? This altar… this altar doesn't feel right!"
