"Brother Xiao Yuan..."

"It’s about to start."

"Hmm."

Li Zhiyuan walked to the back of Tan Wenbin, stretched out his right hand, and pushed Tan Wenbin’s wheelchair. As soon as he touched it, he felt a chill. Immediately, a mist of blood spread from his palm, driving the cold away.

After pushing to one end of Lotus Road, Li Zhiyuan released his hand and began forming a seal.

In general, sending a ghost to reincarnate is not considered a difficult task. Even ordinary funeral masters can guide the deceased to transcend and be reincarnated based on set procedures.

But these two children are a bit special. They are cursed infants who weren’t initially qualified for reincarnation. Now, they rely on the blessing of substantial merit to be sent upward, which makes it more complicated.

Li Zhiyuan’s hands kept moving, chanting the Rebirth Mantra. In front of him, lotus-shaped paper flowers bloomed, igniting with a faint fire.

Originally made of cement, a layer of water ripples appeared on the road in the middle.

Li Zhiyuan reached out, first touching Tan Wenbin’s forehead, then withdrawing, pointing in front of himself.

The two children on Tan Wenbin’s shoulders were drawn out. Although they were extremely reluctant, because Li Zhiyuan personally performed the spell, they dared not resist.

The two children landed on the ground, somewhat dazed and at a loss.

Although born in their mother’s womb, they have never been human. Familiar with the life of being ghosts, facing reincarnation and becoming human brought them fear instead.

Tan Wenbin straightened his back from the wheelchair and made a gesture of prayer, saying:

"Brothers, do me a favor and give the children a hand."

Being among their own, this favor would surely be granted. Besides, the two children had once stood alongside Tan Wenbin in battles with everyone.

Yin Meng initiated Walking Yin and started to step forward. This is a skill recorded in the Yin Family’s lineage and one of the few skills Yin Meng knew.

This is why it’s natural that the Fengdu Twelve Commandments evolved into the Yin Family’s Twelve Skills. No matter how advanced a skill is, if the descendants lack talent, they can’t inherit or learn it, and it’s all for naught.

However, the simple reincarnation ceremony gained a special flavor due to Yin Meng’s unique identity.

From the children’s perspective, the creek ahead gradually turned into a river.

Although relations with Emperor Fengdu are currently strained, everyone acknowledges the majesty of the Great Emperor. No one would think the Great Emperor would make things difficult for two little ghost children on purpose during their reincarnation.

Run Sheng doesn’t know any skills, but he can chant sutras, mainly learned from Mr. Shan and later from Mr. Li.

It doesn’t really matter what he chants. His grandfather would always find some old books to recite and prevent forgetting, whereas Mr. Li would just remember the tone.

Run Sheng found Mr. Li’s method easier and more pleasing to learn.

He began to hum in the Nantong dialect while opening the Qi Gate, using manpower to create wind, which lifted the Buddhist canopies and flags high.

A series of guiding stakes appeared on both sides of the small river in front of the two children.

Lin Shuyou performed the Three-step Praise, activating Shuping.

From the eyes of White Crane True Monarch, beams of white light were released and projected forward.

Like scales shimmering on the water, they dispersed the fog, illuminating the clear path ahead.

The merit of the two children overflowed, more than enough. What everyone was doing now was just making the situation even better, sending them off well.

Deng Chen watched the process from the side. Fluffy little light balls peeked out from his neck, and everyone observed.

The two children here might very well be the same ones in the future.

They could accept exchanging freedom for merit, even if it means being enslaved. At least they wouldn’t have to live in fear anymore. But what if the other side is willing to return your freedom in the future?

That would be an almost cost-free benefit, and indeed, the other side would do so.

Today’s treatment for the two children set a precedent for the future of the four spirit beasts. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

As long as they work hard, everything they should have will come to them.

This is a distinctive style of Li Zhiyuan’s team. Li Zhiyuan is willing to generously share the merit from Zou Jiang with his partners. As his partners become wealthier, they naturally also share more with the spirits around them.

This is the reason why the White Crane Child was willing to switch allegiance completely just to come here. Simply put, this place gives too much.

Behind the second-floor windowsill, Xiong Shan took out a Chenzhou Talisman, first chanting to enlighten the talisman, then carefully slipping the talisman paper through the window crack.

The talisman paper floated down, landing in front of the two children. A white light bloomed on their foreheads, as if they had been applied with makeup.

This is like participating in a collective effort; everyone contributes what they can.

Seeing that everything was almost ready, Li Zhiyuan prepared to push the two children towards reincarnation.

From Xiao Yingying’s room, Beng Beng’s cries could be heard, probably understanding that this time it was a final farewell, hence Beng Beng cried out hoarsely.

Below, the two children instinctively wanted to cry along, interacting one more time with this living brother.

However, under Li Zhiyuan’s gaze, the two children immediately lowered their heads.

In fact, if not for the window and curtain blocking the view, Beng Beng could be seen in Xiao Yingying’s arms. He wasn’t crying towards the two ghost brothers in the courtyard. Beng Beng, while crying, extended his hands forward, clearly indicating that he was crying towards the peach forest ahead.

This child possesses early intelligence.

While not as extreme as Li Zhiyuan in his childhood, a comparison with Zhao Yi’s childhood would be apt.

Zhao Yi, affected by the Life and Death Door crack, saw through human emotions and the warmth or coldness of them at an early age. Beng Beng naturally possesses the yin-yang eye, seasoned by life and death separations.

In Beng Beng’s view, everyone else has given, he must give too.

He doesn’t consider what his father gives as his own. Since living here, he has grown more unfamiliar with both his parents.