After the ghost-hunting master descended the mountain, his fame spread throughout the capital.

He had only floated a few steps when he suddenly turned back hesitantly, rubbing his hands together, and stammered:

"Um... Master. Nanchansi Temple is far away. What if... what if I encounter some powerful evil spirit on the way that doesn't like me and bullies me?"

Jiang Dusheng: "..."

Looking at Wang Dazhuang's cowardly and pitiful appearance, she was speechless for a moment.

This ghost is truly... both in life and in death, its courage is as thin as a needlepoint.

She sighed, pointed her finger into the air, gathered spiritual power at her fingertips, and swiftly touched Wang Dazhuang's soul.

A pale golden rune flashed and disappeared into his soul.

"Alright, I've added a soul-protecting talisman for you. Ordinary evil spirits and demons can't get close to you, but if you encounter a powerful opponent who can break this talisman..."

Jiang Dusheng glanced at him. "I will sense when this talisman shatters and will rush there as soon as possible. Of course, that is, on the condition that you don't recklessly venture into a dangerous place."

Wang Dazhuang immediately beamed with joy and bowed repeatedly, saying, "Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master! I'm relieved to hear you say that! I'll be going now!"

After saying that, he twisted his soul and turned into a faint gray shadow. He "whooshed" out of the courtyard, his speed much faster than before. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared outside the wall and went on his way.

The courtyard returned to silence.

The next morning, as dawn broke, Jiang Dusheng, having just finished breakfast, stood quietly in the courtyard, feeling the spiritual energy within his body flow with the morning light.

Xiao Huan rushed in to report: "Miss, Madam Xu has sent someone to invite you, saying there is something important and you must come."

Jiang Dusheng understood.

Judging by the timeline, Xu Yishuo's remains have probably been found.

She didn't show any extra expression, just nodded slightly, turned around and went into the house to get the bone flute.

Without informing anyone in the Jiang family, he went straight to the Xu residence.

The Xu residence was closed today, and the solemn atmosphere was tinged with an indescribable sorrow.

Jiang Dusheng was led directly to a secluded side room in the backyard.

Before even entering the room, a distinct heat emanated from the bone flute in my hand—the most direct reaction of a soul sensing its own remains.

Pushing open the door, the room was dimly lit. In the center sat a stretcher covered with a plain white linen cloth, and one could vaguely make out a human skeleton underneath.

Chen Baojuan's eyes were red and swollen like peaches, and his face was still wet with tears. Upon seeing Jiang Dusheng, he seemed to have grasped his backbone, staggering forward, his voice hoarse and trembling:

"Miss Jiang, you've arrived! Look quickly, is this really my Yishuo?"

Xu Yuan, the Minister of Personnel, was also present, and at this moment he could not hide his haggard appearance and grief.

He bowed deeply to Jiang Dusheng, his posture extremely humble: "Miss Jiang, thank you for your trouble."

Jiang Dusheng's gaze swept over the skeleton, and he sensed the soul power fluctuations that were about to burst forth from the flute. Without any further examination, he was already certain.

Her voice was calm. "No need to look, it's Xu Yishuo. She...is back."

These few words caused Chen Baojuan to collapse instantly.

She covered her mouth and let out a suppressed sob. Xu Yuan also suddenly closed his eyes, swayed, and had to grab the table next to him to steady himself.

After they calmed down a bit, Jiang Dusheng finally asked the crucial question: "Have you decided where you want me to be buried?"

Only by being buried can one be freed from worldly ties and find true peace for one's soul.

Xu Nanxun stepped forward, his eyes also red, but he suppressed his emotions and spoke in a low voice:

"We...don't want Yi-shuo to be criticized even after her death, so we don't plan to hold a big funeral and disturb too many people."

"I have secretly found a quiet place in the back mountains near Huguo Temple. It is nestled against the mountain and faces the water, and it is very secluded. I am thinking... let Yishuo rest there peacefully."

Huguo Temple is a royal temple with flourishing incense offerings and solemn Buddhist teachings. The surrounding mountains and rivers are beautiful and spiritual, making it a truly good place to rest.

Jiang Dusheng nodded: "Then let's go. I'll go with you."

The Xu family had already completely believed Jiang Dusheng's words, and upon hearing this, they immediately made arrangements.

Those responsible for carrying the remains and accompanying the body were all servants who had signed a death contract and were absolutely reliable. They all had solemn expressions and moved slowly.

The group quietly left through the back gate of the Xu residence, and the carriage rumbled out of Changling City.

The air outside the city is fresh, and the distant mountains are like dark eyebrows.

About half an hour later, the carriage stopped in front of a ravine hidden by trees on the back mountain near Huguo Temple.

The place was indeed secluded, with a clear stream flowing gently by, gentle mountains opposite, lush green grass, sunlight filtering through the leaves and casting dappled shadows, and birdsong filling the air, creating a peaceful atmosphere far removed from the hustle and bustle of the world.

Xu Nanxun pointed to a place where no construction had yet begun: "This is it, Miss Jiang, please take a look."

Jiang Dusheng got off the train and stopped, his gaze slowly sweeping over his surroundings.

She closed her eyes, focused her mind, and her spiritual awareness spread outwards like ripples on water.

There was no malevolent or foul air; the earth's energy was peaceful and balanced. One could vaguely sense the serene Buddhist aura emanating from the distant Huguo Temple, which indeed had a nurturing and protective effect on this place.

Although this place is not a particularly auspicious burial site for great wealth and honor, its value lies in its tranquility and lack of disturbance, filled with positive energy, making it an ideal place to bury the deceased and help them pass on to the afterlife.

"Yes." She opened her eyes and said to Xu Nanxun, "The land here is pure and clean, far from the hustle and bustle, and the auspicious light of the Buddhist temple shines faintly upon it. Let us bury him here."

Upon hearing this, Xu Nanxun took a deep breath, nodded with reddened eyes, and turned to signal the servants to begin construction.

After the tomb was dug, Xu Nanxun, with red eyes and suppressing his grief, waved to signal all the servants and guards who had come with him to retreat a hundred meters away.

Only Xu's closest relatives and Jiang Dusheng remained before this new grave.