Genshin Impact: The traitor doesn't even let his senior sister go

After noon, the sun shines into every corner of the house.

Uncle Tian rushed over with a group of people, a total of ten people. These people were all old men over fifty years old. Most of them were pale and thin, and their bodies were haggard. It was obvious that they were all miserable people.

Song Yinjian put on a white robe with a solemn expression. The white color of the robe was as pure as snow, and it made him look solemn and dignified.

Uncle Tian and the old men also followed suit and put on white Taoist robes.

Then, under the leadership of Song Yinjian, everyone recited the "Duren Sutra" in a low voice together.

The low and melodious chanting sounded in the hall, as if it had crossed the boundary between life and death, carrying comfort and salvation for the souls of the deceased, and drifting towards the unknown world.

Chapter 11 The Funeral Ends

Hu Tao stood aside, looking at the solemn Song Yinjian with a complicated expression.

Although she had always been proud of the rituals of the Wangsheng Hall, she had to admit at this moment that the Yin-Yang Taoist Temple he presided over had surpassed all the traditional rituals of the Wangsheng Hall in terms of the solemnity of the ceremony and the creation of the atmosphere.

Zhongli was completely immersed in the scriptures recited by Song Yinjian. As the scriptures slowly flowed, he felt that these scriptures were more and more exquisite.

Every word is like the crystallization of wisdom accumulated over the years, containing profound philosophy and insights into life and death.

However, a trace of doubt arose in his heart, as he had never heard that Song Yinjian's master, Liuyun Jiefeng Zhenjun, had written such a scripture.

Could this be written by Song Yinjian?

As soon as this thought came to mind, Zhongli himself found it a little hard to believe.

Song Yinjian is just a young man in his twenties. How could he write such exquisite scriptures?

The wisdom, experience and understanding of Tao required for this are by no means something that people of this age can easily possess.

However, the reality is so clear before our eyes.

Song Yinjian is indeed one of the rare people in the world with great wisdom. The only pity is that his aptitude for cultivation is really too poor.

Thinking of this, Zhongli couldn't help but secretly say what a pity.

Soon, relatives and friends of Mr. Zhang came to pay their respects.

Some of them looked hurried, while others looked indifferent. Most of them just came over and took a quick look before turning around and leaving. Not even one of them contributed any money.

Song Yinjian saw all of this and couldn't help but secretly complain about the deceased's poor interpersonal relationships.

However, this is understandable. After all, with such a coquettish young wife, how could he have the time to manage his interpersonal relationships?

After the recitation of the "Duren Sutra" was completed, Chongyun also rushed over.

Song Yinjian dressed him in mourning clothes and arranged for him to burn paper in front of the mourning hall.

After resting for a while, he led the old men to recite the "Miraculous Sutra of the Great Mysterious and Spiritual Treasure to Liberate People from the Three Paths and Five Sufferings of Life and Death".

The melodious sound of scriptures echoed again throughout the mourning hall.

Zhongli listened carefully to this more profound scripture, and was already full of admiration for Song Yinjian.

Until the sun gradually set and the last ray of sunset slowly disappeared below the horizon, the recitation finally came to an end.

Song Yinjian slowly stood up, his expression solemn and pious.

He walked to the incense burner with steady steps, gently picked up three incense sticks, lit them on the candle flame, and then inserted them firmly into the incense burner.

The rising green smoke seemed to be a bridge of communication between him and the deceased, carrying his respect and prayers, slowly drifting in the air.

After lighting the incense, Song Yinjian led everyone with a solemn expression and bowed in front of the deceased.

At this point, the Yin-Yang Dojo has come to a temporary end.

He took off his robes and gave a red envelope of 10,000 Mora to the old man who recited the scriptures, and 50,000 Mora to Uncle Tian.

Then, he personally escorted Uncle Tian and these old people out of the house.

Just after sending them away, Song Yinjian found Xin Yan carrying a guitar and walking briskly to the door.

He looked at Xin Yan with a puzzled look on his face and asked, "Xin Yan, didn't I tell you before? I told you to come after 8 o'clock in the evening. Why are you here now?"

Xin Yan scratched his head a bit embarrassedly. "I happened to have nothing to do today, so I thought I'd come over early to take a look and familiarize myself with the environment. I didn't expect to be so early. I hope I didn't cause you any trouble."

Song Yinjian checked the time and said, "Since you're here, let's have dinner together!"

Xin Yan quickly waved his hands and said, "No, no, no, I've already eaten and I'm not hungry at all. Don't worry about me, I'll just wait here."

Song Yinjian glanced at her somewhat shriveled stomach, chuckled, and said, "Then eat a little. We have to stay up late tonight."

Xin Yan listened to his words, hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded and agreed: "Okay, since you said so, I'll eat some."

Not long after, dinner was served. It was Wanmintang takeout delivered by Xiangling herself.

When I opened the lunch box, I saw the table full of delicious dishes, ten dishes and one soup in total.

When Walnut saw such a sumptuous dinner, her eyes lit up.

She couldn't help but move closer to Song Yinjian and nudged him with her elbow. "Hey, bitch Song, did you take the wrong medicine today or have you changed your personality? Why are you suddenly so generous? You're not usually this generous!"

Song Yinjian glanced at her unhappily, "Humph, I've always been so generous. Also, stop talking nonsense here and eat quickly. We still have important things to do after dinner, so don't waste time."

Walnut curled her lips, then ate heartily without any ladylike manners.

Following his lead, everyone picked up their chopsticks and began to enjoy this sumptuous dinner.

Soon, all the food on the table was cleared away, leaving only a pile of empty lunch boxes.

After dinner, Song Yin put on the white robe again.

The moonlight was like water, sprinkling on his body. He was like an immortal who was isolated from the world, reciting the "Miraculous Sutra of the Most High Taoist Lord on Resolving Grievances and Rescuing Souls" alone in front of the deceased, resolving grievances and liberating souls, and eliminating karma.

It was not until the moon was three feet high that the chanting gradually stopped.

Song Yinjian bowed respectfully in front of the deceased, then picked up three incense sticks, lit them on the candle flame, and inserted them into the incense burner.

Then he turned to Xin Yan and signaled that she could start performing "Death Rock" outside the mourning hall.

Chapter 12 This is going to happen

In the morning, warm sunshine poured into the courtyard.

Song Yinjian was wearing a robe, holding a three-pronged copper bell and shaking it with a solemn expression. He recited the "Chapter on Funerals and Burials" to clear the obstacles ahead for the deceased's rebirth.

After that, he led Chongyun and Zhongli to bring wood and built a woodpile in the yard.

Then they carried Mr. Zhang's body onto the pile of wood.

Since zombies, skeletons and other evil spirits often appeared in Liyue in ancient times, cremation became the traditional choice of the Liyue people to prevent the deceased from being disturbed.

As for cremation skills, Wangshengtang is the best in the industry. They can completely burn the ashes of the deceased into powder.

Ordinary people simply cannot do this, and most of the time, all that is left is a pile of burnt black bones.

Although Song Yinjian did not have the exquisite craftsmanship of Wangshengtang, he had the talisman left to him by his master.

He took out a gorgeous talisman from his arms and injected all the thin spiritual power in his body into it.

Immediately afterwards, Fu Lu soared into the air and released a surging and extremely hot flame towards the fire. Like a galloping fire dragon, it instantly engulfed the corpses and the woodpile.

In the distance, Shen He watched the scene quietly, feeling speechless.

This talisman was originally left by the master for Song Yinjian to protect himself, but who would have thought that this guy would use it to burn corpses.

If the master knew about this, he would definitely give him a severe lesson.

Fu Lu ran for less than five minutes before it ran out of spiritual power and slowly floated down from the sky.

Song Yinjian rushed forward, quickly reached out to catch it, and then carefully put it in his arms.

At this time, under the burning flames, Mr. Zhang's body had almost been completely cremated.

Although it is still slightly inferior to the exquisite craftsmanship of Wangshengtang, it has almost reached the level of powder, which is satisfactory.

Time passed quietly, and before we knew it, it was noon, and the blazing fire was finally extinguished completely.

Song Yinjian walked forward quietly, took out a cloth bag that had been prepared long ago, and gently collected the ashes in it bit by bit.

Then, he guided Chongyun in an orderly manner to place the ashes into an exquisite urn.

Logically speaking, the next step is burial.

But there is a tricky problem here, which is where to bury the body, which is not something Song Yinjian can decide.

Therefore, he could only temporarily place the urn on the altar in the hall, and also placed a memorial tablet next to it so that the soul of the deceased would have a temporary resting place.

Let’s talk about the burial after Mr. Zhang’s illegitimate daughter comes back.

Then, he led everyone to the spirit tablet with a solemn expression.

Everyone held a stick of incense in their hands. Amidst the curling green smoke, they gently inserted the incense into the incense burner, then bowed deeply and worshiped.

After the worship, everyone dispersed.

At this point, the funeral finally came to an end.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for sending away Liyue's ordinary wealthy man Zhang Rong and revealing the truth behind his death. A special reward of 20 cultivation points."

"This time, the host has sent away the tenth person. This special achievement has earned him a special system reward skill—Insight into Yin and Yang (Elementary). This skill allows you to view the identity information of the deceased."

These twenty points of cultivation are pretty good.

However, the rewarded skills really make people want to complain.

I am a person who works in the funeral business and I am not an expert in criminal investigation. What is the use of this skill?

Besides, is there anyone in this world who would mistake their dead relatives?

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After Mr. Zhang's funeral, Song Yinjian fell into that lazy state of doing nothing and waiting to die.

Every day, he sat in front of his shop like a statue, staring blankly with empty eyes.

As for cultivation, he had already forgotten about it and given up on it completely.

Even if you practiced non-stop for the entire year, your cultivation level would only increase by three or five points at most throughout the year, which was simply a ruthless waste of your life.

After two days of being in a daze, Song Yinjian began to feel that this kind of life was extremely boring.

When he was bored, he simply took out a notebook from the house and prepared to copy the "A Mortal's Journey to Immortality" that he had read in his previous life, just to find something to do and reminisce about his memories of his previous life.

However, just as he had written the beginning, someone hurried to inform him that Lord De'an wanted to invite him over.

Upon hearing the news, Song Yinjian was overjoyed.

Without hesitation, he rushed towards Lord De'an's residence at the fastest speed he could reach, like an arrow from a bow.

Whether I can buy a house in the city center depends on this order.

Soon, Song Yinjian rushed to the gate of the house.

He did not rush in directly, but stopped at the door, closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and tried to calm his excited mood.

After a moment, he adjusted his expression, looked sad, and then slowly walked in.

After not seeing him for a few days, Mr. De'an looked much more haggard, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

After noticing Song Yinjian's arrival, Lord De'an first cast his gaze on the corpse covered with white cloth in the ice coffin. A complex emotion flashed across his eyes, including attachment, reluctance, and heartache.

After a long time, he heaved a deep sigh. The sigh was filled with a father's grief over his daughter's death. It echoed in the empty hall, adding a touch of desolation.

Then, he slowly walked in front of Song Yinjian and said in a firm tone with a hint of unquestionableness: "My daughter's funeral is left to you.

I want you to hold a grand funeral for her that will shock the entire Liyue. It must be unprecedented in scale, so that everyone will remember her departure.

If you can do this, the reward for the funeral will be this house."

When Song Yinjian heard this, although he remained calm on the surface, there was only one line of words flashing wildly in his mind: This is going to happen!

The mansion that Lord De'an mentioned is worth at least 10 billion Mora!

After a long while, Song Yinjian finally recovered from his shock. He solemnly said to Lord De'an, "Lord De'an, please rest assured. I will do my best to hold a grand funeral for your daughter!"

Seeing that he could remain so calm in the face of huge wealth, Lord De'an couldn't help but admire him in his heart, thinking that he was worthy of being a disciple of the immortals.

Then, Song Yinjian burned a stick of incense, inserted it into the incense burner, and then walked to the front of the corpse and bowed.

Looking at the corpse in the ice coffin, he suddenly used his newly acquired skills to understand yin and yang and check the information of the corpse. In an instant, his face became as if he was constipated.