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Take down the statue of Chi Yan Shenjun from the altar, wrap it in white cloth, and put it in a gray bag. Then, pack some new clothes, necessary talismans, talisman brushes, carving knives, cinnabar, and magic-subduing stone seals.,Just like everyone else, Zhao Fuyun knelt behind a low table. On his left and right sat two beautiful young girls.,Once, when Zhao Fuyun read biographies or historical records, he often lamented that murderous intent often lurked in moments of self-indulgence and enjoyment, more so after drinking parties.。