Corpse Retriever.

Chapter 517

When Tan Wenbin returned with Zhou Yunyun and the others, they happened to see Grandpa Li examining Yasheng with his eyes, ears, nose, and palpation on the dam.

Although it is unknown how Yayoi, who is gradually becoming obsessed with evil, will develop in the future, this time, until the next wave ends, Yayoi will most likely be a relatively reliable ally.

In the past, if there were any unstable factors in the family, Mr. Li would not come back due to various accidents, in order to avoid seeing them.

And this is probably the essence of Nantong's corpse-retrieval expertise.

"Please rest assured, senior, this humble monk will do his utmost."

"Listen to that tone, that manner, tsk tsk tsk!"

Li Sanjiang was increasingly pleased with Yayoi, and couldn't help but pound her chest, continuing to praise her.

"You're a natural-born man, you're just born to do funerals."

Yayoi clasped her hands together and bowed, saying, "Thank you for your kindness, senior."

"Yes, yes, that's it. When you meet that big boss tomorrow, start with this routine. I'm telling you, it's a sure thing."

"Yes, I will remember."

"Eat more tonight, eat as much as you want. After we're done, I'll give you a bonus. Don't worry, do a good job, and I'll definitely treat you well."

"Yes, I understand."

Li Sanjiang turned around, saw Tan Wenbin and the others, and smiled:

"Haha, everyone's here today! Hey Zhuangzhuang and Youhou, I went to the funeral shop in the city today and saw that Lianghou has already had a daughter. You two better hurry up after you graduate!"

Tan Wenbin raised his hand and shouted, "Don't worry, sir, I guarantee I'll complete the mission!"

Zhou Yunyun buried her face in Tan Wenbin's chest in embarrassment.

Chen Lin responded cheerfully: "Okay!"

Lin Shuyou lowered his head and gripped the ground with his toes.

Li Sanjiang noticed Chen Lang standing at the very back and asked, "Who is this?"

Tan Wenbin: "Uncle Li, this is Chen Lang, Chen Lin's brother. He used to do business in the south, but he missed his sister, so he closed his stall and came back."

Chen Lang: "Hello, Uncle Li."

Li Sanjiang offered Chen Lang a cigarette and said a few polite words.

Saying something like "I miss my sister, I'm packing up to come back" sounds like a prime shop for rent.

Li Sanjiang planned to find an opportunity in private to remind Youhou that some things needed to be discussed before the wedding, as having a brother-in-law who had failed in business and was in debt would be difficult to manage.

Aunt Liu: Dinner's ready!

Li Sanjiang: "Come, monk, sit here with me!"

"Yes, senior."

Yayoi sat down at Li Sanjiang's small dining table, took out her alms bowl, and prepared to eat the food she had obtained from begging during the day.

"Hey, why are you acting like a timid little wife, just happily eating your food!"

As he spoke, Li Sanjiang vigorously scooped the pig's head meat, sausage, and tiger-skin meat into Yayoi's alms bowl.

Yayoi is a vegetarian.

But Li Sanjiang didn't think the other person was a real monk at all. How could a real monk be so good-looking? If he's that good-looking, why would he be a monk?

"Thank you, senior."

Yayoi picked up her chopsticks, grabbed a piece of meat, and put it in her mouth.

After dinner, Yayoi wanted to help clear the dishes, but Aunt Liu refused. So she picked up a broom and started sweeping the floor.

He loves sweeping the floor.

Because when sweeping, you can discard all other distracting thoughts, leaving only the purest thoughts of life and death.

The so-called Sweeping Monk of the Demon Suppression Tower is not for you to clean. Where would so much dust come from? And even if there is some dust, so what?
However, even the most sophisticated formations and restrictions may have loopholes, and the Sweeper Monk is the final link used to patch those loopholes.

The temple would determine the stability of the Demon-Suppressing Tower based on the sweeping monks' madness and sudden deaths over a period of time.

They are a group of moths trapped in a gauze cage, their lives and deaths demonstrating the brightness of the lamp.

Tan Wenbin drove her away, and Chen Lin continued to stay at Zhou Yunyun's house as before.

As for Chen Lang, his brother-in-law Ayou was suffering here, so Tan Wenbin arranged for him to stay in his family's old house in Shigang Town.

When he returned, he saw Yayoi still sweeping the floor, and Tan Wenbin joked:
"What, is our floor this dirty?"

Yayoi: "It's very clean here; it's the monk who's dirty."

Tan Wenbin: "Alright, stop, that's too much trouble for the broom."

Yayoi then stopped and said, "Tomorrow, this humble monk will weave a few brooms."

Tan Wenbin: "There's no bed for you here, I'll take you to Dahu..."

Before Tan Wenbin could finish speaking, Yayoi sat cross-legged against the corner of the wall and entered a meditative state.

Tan Wenbin: "There are rooms and beds there."

Yayoi: "Don't bother, it's bright and spacious here."

Tan Wenbin: "Alright, whatever makes you happy."

After washing up, Tan Wenbin lay down in his own coffin.

The night is like a thief, tiptoeing and moving stealthily.

As the gloom on the horizon began to thin, the door to the east room was pushed open, and Ah Li, dressed and ready, stepped out.

On her way to the main house, the girl passed by Yayoi, who was sitting there.

Yayoi was covered in heavy dew, but she didn't look disheveled at all, because the dew flowed over her body, washing away all the dirt on her body and clothes.

Her eyes slowly opened, revealing an ethereal quality. Yayoi looked at Ari, gently lowered her head, and greeted her.

Ah Li went inside and upstairs.

In front of the dressing table in the east room, Liu Yumei twirled a hairpin in her hand.

Xiao Yuan is the head of the family, and he has the right to bring anyone home, even if they are not human.

However, it is truly unexpected that Qinglong Temple, which has always considered itself an orthodox Buddhist temple, would produce such a lamplighter.

Rather than saying he was possessed by a demon, it would be more accurate to say that he was a mix of demons and Buddhas.

The longer a power has been established, the more conservative it tends to become. Sometimes this is not because it lacks ambition, but because it has witnessed too many terrible consequences of going against the grain.

If that monk outside continues like this, it might become Qinglong Temple...

Liu Yumei looked at herself in the mirror and a smile appeared on her lips.

She certainly wasn't worried about the future of Qinglong Temple; she just found it amusing that when Qinglong Temple left that extremely insidious mark on Ali, did they ever imagine that one day the effects of that mark would be reflected back on them?

You want us to kill each other, but in the end, it will be yourselves who are slaughtered by your own people.

"rustle……"

Outside, the sound of sweeping could be heard again.

After a night, some dust and debris accumulated on the dam, which could then be swept away legitimately.

Li Zhuiyuan got up earlier than usual; he opened his eyes as soon as the girl entered the room.

The main reason is that Grandpa is taking everyone to a vegetarian retreat today. They'll be going in the morning and coming back at night, so there are some things that need to be done in the morning.

As I carried the washbasin, I glanced at the calendar hanging on the wall.

Reach out, tear off a piece of paper, and the new year emerges.

Children like to use the traditional Chinese age system (where the year is counted in the Chinese way of birth), but as they grow up, they unconsciously switch to the actual age system (where the year is counted in the Chinese way of birth). Later, they find the actual age system troublesome, so they try to cover it up by subtracting the birth year from the current year, regardless of whether their birthday has passed. Gradually, they start to hate New Year's Day, which leaves them with no way to escape.

For Li Zhuiyuan, age also held a new meaning.

If nothing unexpected happens, the heavens above us remember things more accurately than our own parents.

Li Zhuiyuan led A Li downstairs by the hand.

Yayoi put away her broom and bowed to Li Zhuiyuan, saying, "Senior."

He liked the feeling of seeing young boys and girls standing together early in the morning.

It wasn't that he also liked eating sunflower seeds, but watching the young man who had crushed the hearts of the younger generation on the river earnestly portraying the feelings of an ordinary teenager here made him feel as if he were seeing another side of "Buddha and Demon".

Li Zhuiyuan: "Want to know who stopped you from entering Nantong yesterday?"

Yayoi: "I want to."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Come with me."

Yayoi: "Yes."

The three of them walked down the dam.

Li Zhuiyuan and A Li walked in front, with Ya Sheng following behind.

"My great-grandfather was an ordinary person."

"He is a very insightful person."

"You can change how you address me."

“I did want to change it, but your great-grandfather seemed to like it when he addressed me that way, so I didn’t change it yesterday.”

We arrived at the bearded man's house.

Xiao Hei lay on the dam, yawning.

Ever since Benben learned to ride a dog, Xiao Hei's doghouse has been moved from Li Sanjiang's house to Da Hu Zi's house.

Li Sanjiang occasionally walked around the village and would see Benben riding the dog around, but he didn't realize that the dog no longer lived at home. After all, this lazy dog ​​had no presence at home and didn't do anything dog-related.

But Xiao Hei is a dog that doesn't leave its post but stays with its job. Every now and then, it will voluntarily go back to donate blood to prevent the family from getting a new dog while it's away.

Benben squatted there, yawning as he brushed his teeth, looking so sleepy he seemed about to fall asleep with the toothbrush in his mouth.

Yesterday, after the two friends met their future "mother," they were inspired to study even harder and studied with her all night long.

Master Sun stayed with Benben. His class was in the morning, but since it wasn't time for class to start yet, he not only let the child dawdle a little longer, but also placed several photos sent from home in front of Benben so that they could enjoy them together.

The photo shows his little granddaughter.

Upon seeing Li Zhuiyuan arrive, Master Sun quickly stood up, bowed to Li Zhuiyuan, and then exchanged greetings with Mi Sheng, who was following behind Li Zhuiyuan.

Benben turned his head and looked at Yayoi. His little eyes widened immediately, and he was so frightened that he swallowed all the foam in his mouth.

Li Zhuiyuan did not linger at the dam site and walked straight towards the peach grove.

Yayoi said, "Young benefactor, you possess profound wisdom."

"Profound" is not a compliment.

Li Zhuiyuan: "I placed a seal on him."

Yayoi: "It seems to have been seeped through and needs to be repaired."

Li Zhuiyuan: "I don't want to make up for it, because I'm afraid it will backfire and motivate him to climb higher."

Yayoi: "I see."

Li Zhuiyuan entered the peach grove alone first.

Ah Li picked up a small shovel and began tidying up the herb garden.

With nothing to do and no knowledge of how to care for herbs, Yayoi went back to the dam, picked up a broom, and began sweeping the ground.

Li Zhuiyuan rarely came to see Qing'an this early.

Fortunately, when Qing'an was a human, he was carefree and unrestrained, enjoying wine and song. After becoming an evil spirit, it was even less likely that he would have any fixed routine.

For Qing'an, sleeping itself was merely a form of pastime. The old saying goes, "Why sleep so much before death? You'll sleep forever after death." But Qing'an had been sleeping for a thousand years before turning over.

The pool was no longer as calm as a mirror; it was now covered with black lotus flowers.

Li Zhuiyuan liked to put things that were inconvenient to keep at home in the peach grove, since someone would take care of them there, and the security guards would be safe too.

However, when it comes to storing things, either Li Zhuiyuan comes over in person or Chen Xiyuan comes over. If anyone else comes to store things, they will likely get a beating.

It was Old Tian who told Li Zhuiyuan that the last time Mu Qiuying brought the rhinoceros horn and ladybug over, she was limping when she left the peach grove.

Old Tian knew what was going on as soon as he saw the look on the face. No wonder, his young master had gone through the same thing back then.

The young master still had some leftover wound medicine from that time, so Old Tian gave it all to Mu Qiuying.

Old Tian also said that although Miss Mu was beaten and bruised all over, she seemed to be in a much better mood. Before leaving, she even played a tune on her zither outside the peach grove.

Having experienced his grandmother's death, the changes in the village, and the turmoil of the martial arts world, he had accumulated too much bitterness and pressure in his heart. Being hung up and severely beaten released all of it.

However, Mu Qiuying's approach to stress relief is still passive, far inferior to Zhao Yi's, who has now entered the stage of actively seeking out trouble.

After Chen Jing and his group finished repairing the underground kiln and helped with the affairs in Suzhou, they returned to Jiujiang. Zhao Yi did not appear in Nantong this time.

If nothing unexpected happens, Zhao Yi should have had a very nourishing meal in Fengdu this time.

They should be in Lushan to digest and consolidate their nutrients right now.

After instilling merit into Chen Jing and creating a great snow wolf demon, Zhao Yi used most of his remaining merit on himself. However, he did not neglect his subordinates; instead, he sent his soldiers to Nantong to receive military pay.

Qing'an is drinking.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Drinking so early in the morning is bad for your health."

Qing An: "Was the setup this time so abrupt?"

Li Zhuiyuan sat down at the small table: "What do you think of Sun Baishen?"

Qing'an: "Haven't you already seen it? Why are you asking me?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "I'd like to ask."

Qing An: "Wei Zhengdao dislikes Buddhism, and he dislikes even more the way he raises animals."

Li Zhuiyuan: "I'm asking you."

Qing An: "I think it's alright. Sun Boshen is a very good painter. I used to like hanging out with people like him."

Li Zhuiyuan fell silent.

Qing An: "When you asked me, you already had a decision in your heart. You didn't come to ask me, but to find reasons from me?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "Mm."

Qing'an: "You are indeed different from before. You wouldn't have been so fussy before."

Li Zhuiyuan: "In the past, I was just acting to fit in, but now I really have this need."

Qing'an: "Why don't you ask your old lady? Friendship is friendship, and stance is stance. Only when we share the same stance should we talk about friendship."

Li Zhuiyuan: "That makes sense."

The boy wondered whether Sun Baishen would join forces with Qinglong Temple.

This has nothing to do with right or wrong; everyone has their own interests to focus on.

Li Zhuiyuan and Sun Boshen did indeed have a honeymoon period back then. He needed Sun Boshen to counterbalance the Bodhisattva and establish the True Lord lineage for Lin Shuyou, while Sun Boshen needed to rely on him to preserve the True Lord Temple system and establish the half-bodied Bodhisattva status.

However, even if Ah You were stripped of the True Monarch system, it wouldn't be a major blow, and the Ghost General's mark would be sufficient.

His attitude towards the Bodhisattva changed from initial fear and restraint to ruthless exploitation.

If Sun Baishen feels that he cannot compete with the Bodhisattva in his own way, he can turn to Qinglong Temple for help. After all, with Qinglong Temple's resources, it is not too difficult to upgrade a half-bodied Bodhisattva to a full-bodied one.

Those seven eminent monks of the Kong generation couldn't possibly be aiming to dig up the sea and destroy the temple; they must have had a specific purpose in mind.

A new phase, new interests, new conflicts, and new adjustments are needed to the relationships between them.

Qing'an is right, Li Zhuiyuan is not a person who likes to fantasize.

Even if Sun Boshen hadn't contacted him this time to hint at the matter of Qinglong Temple, when the young man set off for Zhoushan again, he would have already placed Sun Boshen on the opposite side of the plan.

Qing An took a sip of wine and said, "So, are you after the so-called need for human skin, or do you think that if Sun Baishen were on your side, things would be difficult?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "It is a bit difficult."

Qing'an: "Didn't you just bring a new monk over?"

Although he didn't know the whole story, Qing An guessed that he could make a rough guess.

You've already lured that contemporary beacon of light to your side as an inside agent, and you still think things are difficult?
What, you actually want the abbot of Qinglong Temple to come and join you in defeating Qinglong Temple?

Li Zhuiyuan: "It's still difficult."

With Sun Baishen's Zhenjun Temple and seven eminent monks of the Kong generation, this level of strength cannot be divided by schemes. A fierce and bloody battle is inevitable on the trip to Zhoushan.

Although the boy was always dedicated to improving his companions' strength, he never liked the idea that the brave would win in a close encounter, because next time it might be your turn to lose.

Qing'an looked at the young man, a smile playing on her lips, and said calmly:
"How about I do it?"

Li Zhuiyuan shook his head: "This time, I wouldn't even be willing to use Uncle Qin, how could I possibly be willing to use you?"

Qing'an picked up the wine pot; those words were enough to down half a pot of wine.

The reason he used half a pot instead of a full pot was because he knew that in the boy's eyes, he could use it on the river, but "Uncle Qin" could not.

"Alright, thank you." Li Zhuiyuan stood up. "Hey you outside, would you like to...?"

"not see."

"Do you want a scalp massage?"

Qing An looked up and glanced at the boy.

Li Zhuiyuan: "If you stretch your muscles and bones, he can also loosen up his demonic energy."

Yayoi came to Li Zhuiyuan in order to find a way to continue devouring the Demon Suppression Tower while preserving her own identity.

This is the cold dish that Li Zhuiyuan served him.

It can satisfy cravings and fill your stomach, but it's definitely not the main dish.

Qing An: "You need to think this through. Not every dragon can be raised. He's different from Chen Yatou. Chen Yatou is completely devoted to you."

He will inevitably turn around and bite you in the future, regardless of whether he wants to or not.

Li Zhuiyuan: "So, did you guys bite Wei Zhengdao?"

Qing An narrowed his eyes slightly: "Kid, are you looking for a beating?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "I don't care whether he will bite me in the future. I only know that before he bites me, he will destroy Qinglong Temple first."

Qing An swirled his wine glass: "Let him in."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Hurry up and don't slap him. My great-grandfather is taking him out to earn money today."

Qing An took a deep breath, his hair fell loose, and different faces appeared on his body; this was the arrival of true qi.

Li Zhuiyuan turned and left.

Watching the boy's departing figure, Qing'an's hair slowly fell back down, and the smile on her lips returned.

In terms of seducing people, this guy is exactly the same as Wei Zhengdao back then.

However, Wei Zhengdao preferred to lure people in advance before crossing the river; this guy rushed onto the river in haste, so he could only lure people along the way, and he also managed to lure out enemies and spies.

Li Zhuiyuan walked out of the peach grove, and Yayoi, holding a broom, bowed with one hand.

"Let's go in and admire the peach blossoms."

"Yes."

Yayoi put down the broom, then took off her white monk's robe, folded it, and arranged it neatly.

He seemed to have guessed what would happen next and was afraid of ruining his clothes and delaying his plans to earn money through vegetarianism.

After making preparations, the monk Yayoi, wearing only an undershirt, clasped his hands together, chanted scriptures, and entered the peach grove.

Li Zhuiyuan and A Li tidied up the herb garden together.

Although the weather has turned cold, the herb garden remains as warm as spring.

This was thanks to the protection and nourishment of the peach grove. Li Zhuiyuan understood now; no wonder the Qin and Liu families liked to keep evil spirits in their ancestral home.

Benben led Xiaohei around the house, planting small flags.

Master Sun stroked his beard with his left hand and held a photo of his granddaughter in his right. He was increasingly pleased with this future grandson-in-law.

After Benben planted a small flag in the correct position, he stood up and walked towards the next flag-planting point, remembering the clown girl who was born yesterday.

As dawn broke, Li Zhuiyuan and A Li packed up their small baskets, stood up, and headed back for breakfast.

Yayoi emerged from the peach grove.

His face remained as radiant as jade.

Below the face, it was a horrific sight.

Li Zhuiyuan: "How is it?"

Yayoi frankly said, "My temple's monastic discipline hall is nothing special."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Do you need some medicine applied?"

Yayoi: "This humble monk wishes to cherish this pain."

Li Zhuiyuan nodded and called out to the peach grove:

"Please help me, I need to borrow some peach blossoms."

Peach blossoms fell, covering Yayoi's bloodied body.

Yayoi clenched her teeth, her face contorting in pain.

This is far better than rubbing salt into the wound.

But because of this, the monks' robes could be kept clean and free of bloodstains.

After putting her clothes back on, Yayoi rested for a while and fully recovered, looking as if nothing had happened.

"Let's go back and have breakfast. Grandpa will be worried if he doesn't see you when he wakes up."

……

"Where is the monk? Where is that monk?"

Li Sanjiang was already getting anxious.

Liu Yumei sat on the dam, admiring the flowerbeds below.

This plot of land below the dam has changed several times, from planting scallions, ginger, and garlic to planting flowers. Every time Liu Yumei's mood changed, Uncle Qin had to work all night.

Xiao Yuan and the others hadn't returned yet, so Aunt Liu wasn't in a hurry to start the meal and sat down next to the old lady.

Ayou took out his treasured opera costumes, stood by the dam, and shook off the dust.

He no longer needs to open his face or wear costumes when he performs spirit writing; the patterns will appear on his body on their own. However, today, Grandpa Li needs to perform the role of the official general himself.

Liu Yumei asked, "Ayou."

"Oh, Grandma Liu."

"How are Liangliang's kids doing?"

"pretty good."

"Tell me more specifically, is she good-looking?"

"It's not too bad-looking, is it..."

"Is he smart?"

"The baby was just born, so I can't tell."

“You’ve already met Uncle Li, but I haven’t. Tell Liangliang to bring the child over so we can take a look.”

"Hey, good."

Li Sanjiang: "Phew, the monk is back, the monk is back!"

Seeing Yayoi following Li Zhuiyuan and A Li home, Li Sanjiang breathed a sigh of relief.

Everyone started eating breakfast.

Then, Li Sanjiang began to urge the mules on.

Qin Li, Xiong Shan, and Run Sheng had to go and set up the stage.
Tan Wenbin will host;

Lin Shuyou performs;

Chen Xiyuan played a funeral dirge;
Yayoi was in charge of chanting sutras;

Pear Blossom and Aunt Liu went to cook.

Aunt Liu was unaware of her own involvement beforehand, so she didn't refuse. Instead, she went into the kitchen first to prepare the old lady's lunch and dinner in advance.

Old Tian brought Liu Jinxia on his tricycle. Later, when everyone set off, they would have to go to Xiting to pick up Grandpa Shan.

In such a big deal, everyone can definitely make money together.

Even Li Zhuiyuan was assigned a task because the big boss was holding a grand celebration for his mother's 100th birthday, hoping that his mother could bless his group of school-aged grandchildren so that they could make progress in their studies.

If you have a top scholar in your family, why not take advantage of him!

Normally, Li Sanjiang would not have been willing to let Xiao Yuanhou go out to do this kind of work, but the problem was that they were paying him so much.

The goal this time is to at least earn six months' worth of profit from a single deal, and ideally, a year's worth!
And so, only Liu Yumei and A Li remained in the family.

Liu Yumei hugged A Li and watched as Li Sanjiang led a large group of people away from home in high spirits.

With this kind of setup, one could roam freely in the martial arts world. Any sect one passed by would tremble in fear.

A wedding celebration can be held in a hotel in the city center; it's stylish and prestigious.

It's not suitable for a vegetarian feast; a spacious venue is needed to make the ceremony take place.

The big boss's self-built house in the countryside is just like the mansions on TV. The yard, the building, it's so grand and imposing.

This is definitely an illegal structure and does not comply with regulations. However, firstly, the regulations are not strict at present, and secondly, it is possible to clear and manage it.

Lin Shuyou's performance as the first official general was so impressive that he single-handedly portrayed the aura of an entire team. At times, he was eerie and ghostly, and at other times, he exuded a serene and Buddhist aura, leaving the guests thoroughly entertained and feeling as if they were actually there.

Actually, it's just a deliberate act of sweeping away the ghostly aura and then cleaning it up with Buddhist light.

The monk Yayoi sat in front of the mourning hall, chanting scriptures intently.

At the request of the family, he did not face the portrait on the altar, but instead turned his back to the altar so that the family could take a photo with him.

First, the women in the family pretended to mourn the deceased and forcibly suppressed Chunmeng, standing to the side, with the sound of "click-clack" ringing incessantly.

With the popularity of "Journey to the West", many female viewers of all ages have a "Royal Brother" in their hearts.

This handsome, solemn, and aloof Buddhist monk creates a striking contrast, which is most captivating.

After the women finished taking their group photo, the men also came to take a group photo.

Even the elderly big boss couldn't resist the custom. With Li Sanjiang's help, Yayoi stood up and stood opposite the big boss, clasping their hands together and chanting "Amitabha".

Tan Wenbin then took out his camera and snapped a picture. In the picture, the image of his mother's portrait was right between the two of them.

In the afternoon, Tan Wenbin went to a photo studio in a nearby town, borrowed their film developing room, left the camera he was using as a prop aside, and developed the photos through his own eyes. Before the dinner, he took them and distributed them to everyone.

The big boss was extremely satisfied with his photo, which not only showed his filial piety and solemnity towards his mother, but also highlighted his refined taste.

Tan Wenbin also thoughtfully sent a side-view photo that didn't include the portrait of the deceased. This photo was perfect for hanging on the office wall, making the big boss extremely happy.

Chen Xiyuan played her flute, spreading out the domain, and together with all the guests, they wept bitterly.

The atmosphere of the vegetarian feast was instantly heightened. Seeing his usually carefree children, grandchildren, and daughters-in-law all weeping, the boss felt quite comforted.

The courtyard was filled with all sorts of paper houses, paper sedan chairs, paper maids and servants. Because these paper replicas were so incredibly realistic, the big boss asked if there were any more, wanting to order another batch.

Li Sanjiang then asked Uncle Qin and Xiong Shan to go back halfway and bring over the goods that others had ordered.

Other orders can be completed overnight without delay. Here, a paper doll can fetch three or four times the price when sold, so why not sell it?

Therefore, when the fire was actually lit, not only was the courtyard filled with firewood, but there was also another formation outside the courtyard.

As he lit the fire, Li Sanjiang thought to himself, "With so many people, even the big boss's mother could start a rebellion underground."

Li Zhuiyuan's job was the simplest.

He would sit there and tutor the big boss's children of all ages.

Finally, each person signed a set of "The Secret Scroll of Tracing Ancestors".

It wasn't that Li Zhuiyuan bought it and brought it; they already had it at home.

When the secret exam papers were first issued, they were issued by a school-run enterprise of Shigang Middle School. Although the nature of the enterprise has not changed, the office has long been separated from the school, and Li Zhuiyuan has not issued exam papers for a long time.

There's no way to create them. The exam syllabus changes every year, from first grade to senior high, and we have to create them for all of them. It's a huge workload, so basically the teachers in charge of the classes research and create the questions themselves and then compile them. But they're all under the name "Zhuiyuan". When you open the first page of every exam paper, you can see Li Zhuiyuan's "biography".

The students who used this exam paper all assumed that this senior, who had already been admitted to university, was so idle at university that he did nothing but think about making exam papers for them.

In other words, Li Zhuiyuan's merits were intercepted. Even if Sister Chen's flute could measure the amount of merits, it was useless to him. Since he couldn't grasp the specific value, he naturally couldn't determine whether the "Zhuiyuan Secret Scroll" had accumulated merits for him or deducted resentment.

After the dinner ended, Li Sanjiang went to settle his wages.

When he returned, Li Sanjiang's face was beaming with joy. He held up one finger to everyone, saying, "A whole year, a whole year!"

First, divide up the portions for Grandpa Shan and Liu Jinxia. These are external aid workers, so they need to be settled first. The portions for our own team will be settled later.

Grandpa Shan counted the bills and handed them all back to Li Sanjiang:

"I'll pay you back part of the money I paid for building the house first."

Li Sanjiang didn't refuse. He took it, pulled out a few bills, and handed them back: "This is for your rice, flour, and cooking oil."

Grandpa Shan accepted the money and then reached into Li Sanjiang's pocket to take a few packs of cigarettes.

Li Zhuiyuan handed a red envelope to Li Sanjiang:

"Grandpa, this is for me."

Li Sanjiang held the brick-thick red envelope in his hand, his eyes twitching.

This wasn't included in the wages, nor was it a tea fee; it was a separate tutoring fee and an observatory viewing fee for the young master, paid by the big boss.

I collected it myself for a year, and Xiao Yuanhou also collected it for a year.

Li Sanjiang: "Damn it, studying is still the best."

Not only were the final payment for the tractor and the start-up costs of the kiln all settled, but there was also a large surplus. Li Sanjiang was even considering whether to equip Xiong Shan with a tractor so that he could deliver bricks with Li Hou.

On the way back, Li Sanjiang, Uncle Shan, Liu Jinxia, ​​and Old Tian sat on a cart, drinking a little wine.

Yayoi followed on foot.

Having witnessed the whole thing today, he understands that rather than everyone trying to please the big boss, they are all trying to please this old man.

Yayoi reached into his pocket and touched a sum of money. It was secretly given to him by Grandpa Li, who told him not to count it in front of others or tell anyone how much he had taken.

Looking at the moon overhead, Yayoi smiled faintly. He planned to use the money to buy something for Migo when he returned to the temple next time.

Turning her head to look at Li Zhuiyuan sitting in the tricycle beside her, Yayoi spoke sincerely:

"Thank you."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Thanks for taking you to the peach grove and giving you a beating?"

"No, thank you for teaching me today how to suppress demonic energy."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Really? Then tell me about it."

Yayoi: "Buddha and Mara stand on the left and right, and a human stands in the middle."

Li Zhuiyuan: "I'm also very curious about something. What does the Dragon King of your Qinglong Temple look like?"

Yayoi: "The ancestral temple of Qinglong Temple is different from your Dragon King's Temple. Except for the abbot and a very few elders, ordinary disciples are not allowed to enter and worship."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Why?"

Yayoi:

"The masters in the Demon-Suppressing Tower said it was because of the spirit of the Dragon King enshrined in our ancestral temple:"
"I do not seek rebirth as a carefree Buddha; I only wish to be a monk in this world."

The following morning, Yayoi was still sweeping the floor.

A car drove up on the village road, and a man and a woman got out. The woman was holding a child in her arms.

Yayoi stopped what she was doing and looked at the woman.

One, a "demonic spirit" that is dying out.

Bai Zhilan planned to hand the child over to her husband, pretending that she was dizzy and wanted to rest in the car. Although this was not in accordance with etiquette, it was just like Chen Lang who came here the day before, walking silently onto the dam, which was truly taboo.

Aunt Liu: "Liangliang, you're here. Bring your wife up with you."

Bai Zhilan then took the child back and followed her husband onto the dam.

This was her first time here, and the sight of people farming, cooking, and even sweeping filled her with a deep-seated fear.

"Come here, let me see the child."

When that voice rang out, Bai Zhilan trembled and almost knelt down with her child in her arms.

The owner of the voice was sitting at the doorway, drinking tea; she was a gentle-looking old lady.

But Bai Zhilan knew that it was this very sentence that almost wiped Baijia Town out of the world.

"Brother Liangliang," Li Zhuiyuan called out to Xue Liangliang from upstairs.

"Hey, Xiao Yuan."

Xue Liangliang gestured to his wife and then went upstairs.

Bai Zhilan cautiously carried the child to Liu Yumei.

"We're all going to die anyway, what's there to be afraid of?"

"Yes."

"Be normal. After all, you were a guinea pig hiding at the bottom of the river for so many years. Don't embarrass yourself."

"Yes."

Bai Zhilan sat down, holding the child.

Liu Yumei turned to the side, gently pulled back the swaddling clothes, and glanced at the child.

After reading it, the old lady finally spoke after a long silence:

"Is the child quite healthy?"

"The baby was not yet due, but the crying was loud."

Liu Yumei sighed.

I thought that seeing other people have children would give my Xiaoyuan and Ali some longing and anticipation for the future.

Well, seeing this child, it seems these two, who don't like children to begin with, are even less interested in them now.

Not only is she ugly, but she's also incredibly stupid?
You don't even need to judge a child's future by their age; someone like Liu Yumei can tell at a glance whether a child has "spirit" or not.

This child has absolutely no "spirit" whatsoever. In the village, she's the kind of child who, while other children are playing ahead, just stands there dumbly with snot dripping down her face.

However, Liu Yumei specifically asked Ayou to call Xue Liangliang and his wife over, and it wasn't just to see the child.

She asked Bai Zhilan, "Xiao Yuan, what did you do to this child?"

It's truly remarkable that a hidden dragon and a Bai family lady could give birth to such an ordinary child... Even if it really is just an ordinary child, why are you making such a fuss about a difficult birth?

Bai Zhilan dared not hide anything from Liu Yumei and spoke:

"Little...Li...family..."

Liu Yumei: "Let's call him Xiaoyuan, following your man's name."

"Yes. Xiao Yuan recognized this child as her goddaughter and wrote a blood oath on yellow paper to pray to heaven and earth."

"Snapped!"

The enamel blue landscape cup in Liu Yumei's hand shattered into powder.

In a room on the second floor, Xue Liangliang was chatting with Li Zhuiyuan.

"My parents arrived late last night, bringing quite a lot of things. They watched the children until dawn and then fell asleep, so I didn't wake them up."

Otherwise, they would have to go through a lot of trouble to prepare gifts for Grandpa Li.

Mr. and Mrs. Xue had spent the Spring Festival at Li Sanjiang's house, and the two families had always exchanged local specialties.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Brother Liangliang, you're very happy now, aren't you?"

Xue Liangliang: "Yes, a gentle wife, parents who help take care of the children; Xiao Yuan, you can call me old-fashioned, but this scene really makes me very happy."

Li Zhuiyuan: "It's alright, my sister-in-law is even more feudal than you."

Xue Liangliang: "Hehe, I've noticed you've really changed. You never used to talk like this. It seems you've really grown up."

Ah Li left the house to go to the east room to retrieve the memorial tablet materials.

Xue Liangliang joked, "Look at your old lady, she's so eager to see my child. You two should hurry up and have one for her after you're all grown up, and give her a surprise."

Li Zhuiyuan remained noncommittal.

The old lady was probably more shocked than surprised.

Benben rode the dog ahead, while Master Sun chased after him.

Such a well-behaved child, yet today he brazenly skipped class right under my nose.

After watching Benben ride the dog up to Li Sanjiang's dam, Master Sun dared not run any further. He slowed his pace and straightened his Taoist robe.

When he walked onto the dam and saw Benben laughing at the baby girl in swaddling clothes, a thunderbolt struck his mind, and the sky collapsed!

Since his parents were still at home, Xue Liangliang didn't stay for lunch. After settling the payment and deposit for Mr. Li, and accepting Mr. Li's red envelope on behalf of his daughter, he drove home with his wife and daughter.

On the way back, he noticed that in addition to the bell tied to her left ankle, his daughter had a jade bracelet on her left wrist, which looked to be a worthless piece of black jade.

"Where did this come from?"

Bai Zhilan carefully stroked the jade bracelet and said, "It was given to Tingting by the old lady."

Xue Liangliang: "Zhilan, about that matter in the Western Regions..."

Bai Zhilan: "With me at home, you can do what you want without feeling burdened."

Xue Liangliang: "It's my fault, I was too greedy."

Bai Zhilan: "I'm the greedy one, but I'm already very content with my life."

At lunchtime, Li Zhuiyuan thought that Grandma Liu would come to talk to him, but she didn't come to him until the afternoon after the meal, which made Li Zhuiyuan feel quite strange. His grandmother's ability to process things on her own was surprisingly strong.

I didn't play cards in the afternoon.

Liu Yumei sat in front of the offering table, with three thick stacks of notebooks in front of her, Qin on the left, Liu on the right, and Li in the middle.

She really came up with three baskets of names.

Liu Yumei rested her elbows on the table, her palms supporting her forehead, and let out a sigh:
"What a terrible thing!"

Then, the old lady took another breath, a helpless smile appearing on her face. So what if the child is slow? She had carefully raised and nurtured Ah Li, who had been withdrawn since childhood. All she had hoped for was that Ah Li would have someone to take care of her and live a peaceful life.

Life is so much better now than it was back then, a thousand times better than before. People shouldn't be greedy after getting what they want.

So what if they're a bunch of silly great-grandchildren? It's so festive and fun, like solid medicine balls.

Raising a child who is too smart is not interesting; there is no sense of accomplishment or participation.

"Hehehe..."

Liu Yumei's gaze swept over the half of the memorial tablet bearing the surname Qin on the offering table, and she scolded irritably:
"Pah! You Qin people are really getting off easy!"

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Don't panic, there will be more tonight.

(End of this chapter)