Tan Wenbin came out of the toilet behind the house, fastening his belt as he spoke,
"I say, Mr. Li, what’s so good about your family’s ancestral burial site? If you ask me, we should choose a new Feng Shui location; that way it could bring prosperity to your descendants!
As for Mr. Shan, unless he begs us, he shouldn’t dream of sharing in our Xiao Yuan’s future Luck."
"Right, we can’t let Shan Pao take advantage of this."
Li Sanjiang stood up, waved, and said, "Come on, Zhuangzhuang, join me for a walk around the village, and let’s see whose family graves look nice."
"Sure, this is important business. I’d better give you some good advice."
"Before checking out any locations, we need to first visit Liu Xiazi’s house."
"That’s a must; she has to make a custom one first, Grandma Liu has money."
The two walked down the slope side by side, chatting and laughing.
Yin Meng nudged Run Sheng with her elbow and asked, "Isn’t it Binbin? Why call him Zhuangzhuang?"
Run Sheng replied, "They’re sworn family."
"Should I swear to someone too?"
"Then you’d better craft coffins well and not slack off."
"Does Mr. Li like hardworking and reliable kids?"
Run Sheng hesitated, recalling how Li Sanjiang usually addressed him, and said,
"The old man likes mules."
The days went by, one after another.
Li Zhiyuan used to have suspicions, but now he was certain that the person buried beneath Big Beard’s peach grove had changed the Feng Shui of the village, even the entire town.
Initially, Corpses sprang up like gushing chives, leaving everyone overwhelmed;
but it was better now, as they hadn’t heard any news of Corpses for months, which was somewhat missed by many.
*It was estimated that this situation would continue for several years until that presence completely dissipated. Then, Corpses in the vicinity would regain their vigorous vitality and a scene of flourishing life would reappear.*
Even without the Corpses temporarily, Li Zhiyuan’s life was still fulfilling.
He no longer attended school, yet his days unfolded as if they had a class schedule.
Each morning, he first admired Alii’s clothing style of the day.
Then they played a few rounds of chess before having breakfast.
Most of the day, Li Zhiyuan spent reading books.
*He had deciphered a third of his ancestor’s books from the Qi family. Intentionally pacing himself, he only used his excess energy to crack them each day.*
He finished reading the entire Yin Family Genealogy, and it was truly fascinating.
It not only contained various studies and verifications of Yin Changsheng by the Yin Family, but also many personal travelogues. Though it was a single surname, being passed down since the Eastern Han Dynasty, it was essentially numerous examples and experiences of Corpse Recovery Divers.
*These perspectives of ordinary and traditional Corpse Recovery Divers were greatly helpful to Li Zhiyuan in the present. While Wei Zhengdao’s books were accurate and lofty, they lacked some groundedness.*
The bamboo slips had been restored, but Xue Liangliang said he wanted to deliver them personally, so they hadn’t yet reached him.
Outside of reading, Li Zhiyuan would play chess with Alii, enjoy the breeze, and engage in their little private games.
Nowadays, Li Zhiyuan could stand calmly at the "Alii threshold view" and watch the "scenery," waking promptly without deliberately dragging the time, without severe side effects—just a bit dizzy at most.
Old Yin Fuhai once said about him being "sturdy," and he thought that after his recent special training, he should be able to grow even sturdier.
Moreover, Alii’s special training was just beginning; since he was still standing at the threshold, all he needed was to step over to progress further.
But that was too dangerous; Li Zhiyuan didn’t dare. He hadn’t grown up yet and didn’t want to bring an early death upon himself.
Yin Meng seamlessly integrated into the local life, excelling in making paper figures and coffins. In her free time, she would accompany Run Sheng to funerals to deliver tables, chairs, and dishes.
Her relationship with Run Sheng was great.
Since Binbin had to go to school every day, he wouldn’t eat breakfast at home and had to rush to morning study sessions.
But he didn’t attend the evening study sessions; otherwise, even though he lived here, the family would hardly see him.
In the evenings, he practiced stances and martial arts with Yin Meng.
Although family teachings weren’t supposed to be passed on to outsiders, with Yin family left to her alone, wasn’t it up to her whether to pass it on or not?
Sometimes Run Sheng would join in, and everyone basically started to follow the Yin family’s path of Corpse Recovery Divers, finally having an authentic route.
*This was also due to historical reasons. The earliest Yin family path was presumably high-end and difficult, but since the Yin family declined early and had been passed down for a long time, generations of Yin family members managed to simplify and lower the difficulty, passing on at least the foundational skills.*
The Qin family’s skills maintained their high standards, requiring exclusive personal guidance and not to be practiced carelessly. Now only Li Zhiyuan continued practicing breathing techniques.
No choice; since Uncle Qin left, he never returned, as if all connections were severed, leaving no trace.
Every night, after Yin Meng finished teaching, Run Sheng would then teach the Wei Zhengdao moves "summarized and sorted" from Li Zhiyuan.
The Yin Family was responsible for laying the foundation, while Wei Zhengdao raised the ceiling.
In the beginning, the trio practiced on the second-floor terrace, but after being scolded by Li Sanjiang for disturbing his sleep, they moved to the fields to practice.
*Once again, it proved that pairing excellent educational materials with excellent aptitude produced outstanding results.*
Yin Meng now became extremely agile, executing moves with ease and flexibility.
Run Sheng was even more astonishing; now every punch and kick created a whistling sound. Previously, he could only rely on his instincts to deal with Corpses, rushing and attacking like a beast, but now he could act more composedly, like a beast that learned to wear a suit and tie, exuding even more pressure.