Huang Youcai led his son-in-law into the temple.
There were no Gatekeepers here, after all, the "God" was alive; it was simply impossible for any thief to dare to sneak in.
"Great Witch, are you there?"
No one responded.
"It looks like he's still busy over there."
The two found the plaque for the "Mother of Sores" in a side chapel and offered up a generous quantity of fish and shrimp.
Muttering to himself, Huang Youcai recited, "The red dust is like a prison, all living beings suffer, Reincarnation never ceases, worries never end, have mercy on us mortals, a deity descends from heaven, Mother of Sores, hailing from the realm of true emptiness."
This phrase was standard across various Taoist Temples. The words "Mother of Sores" could be freely changed, with alternatives like "Mother of Turtle Spirits" being equally applicable.
"Please bless my family with peace and health, bless Qingshi Town with favorable weather, and grant us a good harvest next year."
