Zhao Yi's mouth twitched, then as if he thought of something, promptly said:

"The Fengdu Twelve Commandments, teach me!"

"Sure."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Agreeing so readily? Um, will learning this have any kind of cost?"

"There's no real cost, just the karma involved is a bit heavier."

"What do you mean?"

"The Whole Clan awaits blessing, turning into instant promotion and nobility for the Whole Clan, chickens and dogs entering the earth."

Li Zhiyuan wasn't being stingy, nor was he trying to scare Zhao Yi, but no one understood better than him the karmic entanglements between this skill and the Great Emperor.

Zhao Yi: "You Li people, why do you always come up with things that are hard to learn, are you doing it on purpose?"

Li Zhiyuan: "Things that are hard to learn are often worth learning."

When going to the hospital to pick up Chen Jing's grandmother and the grandfather's body, Li Zhiyuan asked Lin Shuyou to go to Wu Xin to handle the end of the internship procedures, because once the funeral here was completed, they could return.

The funeral lasted two days, and the elderly couple had good relations in the village, so almost everyone attended the funeral.

Although the elderly couple only had one grandson left and no other direct relatives, the crying of the Liang Sisters, who were rushed into it by Zhao Yi, added to the bustle.

Chen Jing's grandmother held the sisters' hands, tears streaming down, constantly expressing her gratitude.

Tan Wenbin was responsible for sitting in the hall chanting sutras and beating the wooden fish; it was hot, and without a suitable icebox to rent, they relied on him for cooling.

Run Sheng and Lin Shuyou often followed Li Sanjiang in conducting ceremonies, and although customs varied from place to place, the rituals for such events were not much different; the two divided the work clearly and organized it well.

Concerned that Chen Jing's grandmother might not withstand it, Li Zhiyuan did not participate in specifics and instead found a corner to read the stuff Zhao Yi had written for him.

The Jiujiang Zhao's system was quite heterogeneous, having absorbed many things from other family sects, and this secondary absorption naturally carried defects. Li Zhiyuan didn't aim for perfection, but only fixed the flaws, making them appear more complete.

From Li Zhiyuan's perspective, this seemed like a slightly passive, slack-off approach, but Zhao Yi was quite satisfied, since if something were made too advanced, it would become alienating. House knowledge should be something most family members can grasp, or it loses its inherent purpose.

In just two days, Yin Meng efficiently crafted a coffin.

Zhao Yi personally chose an auspicious burial site on the mountain and buried Chen Jing's grandfather.

The regulations on earth burials here were not as strict as in Nantong, and being on the mountain, it was quite free.

Zhao Yi even opened an extra spot at the auspicious site, saying it was reserved for Chen Jing's grandmother after her passing.

When the grandmother heard this, she broke into a grateful smile, feeling very happy.

After finishing these tasks, Li Zhiyuan and the others left first.

Zhao Yi and his group needed to stay longer, ensuring the grandmother was settled into a nursing home in Rong City, before leaving with Chen Jing.

This showed how much Zhao Yi valued Chen Jing.

Upon parting, Li Zhiyuan said he would have the revised materials sent to the Jiujiang Zhao Family.

Zhao Yi waved it off, saying doing so would make the Jiujiang Zhao look grandiose; he planned to visit Old Tian in his hometown first to replenish medical supplies and then head to Nantong to retrieve it personally.

Li Zhiyuan agreed.

They all returned to Nantong in that same small pickup truck, but this time took a longer detour to distance themselves from Fengdu to avoid any misunderstandings, fearing the Great Emperor might start festivities prematurely.

As the truck drove along, Lin Shuyou stood in the back, holding onto the railings, enjoying the scenery along the way.

Seeing they were about to leave the mountainous region and enter the plains, he felt a bit reluctant.

Tan Wenbin leaned back, head down, yawning. Whenever he was outside, seeing the mountains excited him at first, but after a while, he tired of them and missed the plains.

Lin Shuyou reached into the box Tan Wenbin was sitting on and took out a can of drink. It was hot, but the drink was frozen solid.

Ah You didn't hurry to drink it; he just rolled the can along his arm and face to cool down.

"Brother Bin, the cold air from you is getting stronger and stronger."

Tan Wenbin nodded and said nothing, though the blazing sun was making him shiver.

The driving Yin Meng said, "If it gets any colder, I'm worried the engine might stall."

This issue could only be resolved once they returned. Ideally, the two children would be sent for reincarnation right when Deng Chen and the others arrived, perfectly seamless.

Originally, in Li Zhiyuan's plan, Tan Wenbin could only select one, at most two, from the four spirits, but recently, the pressure from the two children allowed Tan Wenbin a breakthrough; he could now handle all four spirits with ease.

Moreover, unlike the two children—born from human and ghost, those four spirits were incarnations of the "Five Senses Diagram." Li Zhiyuan could use Tan Wenbin's body as a vessel to re-present the "Five Senses Diagram" in another form.

Tan Wenbin could conveniently fill the position of the pig's head.

This had been discussed over the phone; since Deng Chen came to Nantong from Jinling, he had returned once and transferred ownership of the photography shop.

Then, he rented the second floor of a street-front room in Shigang Town, where the window was covered with red photo stickers.

But he spent most time away from this modest little shop, taking his camera around the countryside, photographing elderly people in the rural area.

He took photos of obituaries, at no charge.

The elderly were very happy about this, and he usually had his three meals at different elderly households, sometimes sharing a drink or two.

The money from selling the Jinling photography studio was enough for him to continue this public service for a long time. The costs were completely clean money, and this was the only way to truly do something good.