Qi Changhong was left speechless by Qi Guowen, his face turned red and white, and he lowered his head in shame.
When it came to regret,
He had already been regretting it.
Before Qi Guowen arrived, he had been thinking that if he had listened to Jiangli, kept his cool yesterday, and not joined in the fight, perhaps he wouldn’t have ended up in the police station.
But regret was already useless.
Now Qi Changhong’s intestines were green with regret, but it was of no use.
Seeing him silent, Qi Guowen paused for a moment.
It was clear that Qi Changhong regretted it.
Qi Guowen then sighed and said, "We have brought a lawyer over, whatever you want to say, tell it to the lawyer, and he will try his best to help you."
On hearing this, Qi Changhong choked up a bit and nodded gratefully to Qi Guowen, "Thank you... thank you, Uncle..."
Gu Min couldn’t help but wipe away tears, "Son, don’t worry, we will definitely try our best to help you."
Qi Changhong answered in a hoarse voice.
Qi Guowen didn’t say much more and let the lawyer communicate with Qi Changhong.
While the Qi family was in chaos, Jiangli and Xia Xin had already returned to Jiaoyang Temple.
Master Sun’s apprentice had delivered the Golden Thread Sandalwood to the side hall before leaving.
Xia Xin looked over the Golden Thread Sandalwood and asked, "Ancestor, should we start making the Rebirth Plaques now?"
"I’ll do it. You go buy some joss paper," Jiangli instructed, "Later we should check out the road behind Cai Wenxin’s company."
Xia Xin, recalling this matter, nodded, "Okay, I will go buy the joss paper. Do we need anything else?"
"Joss paper, incense, and candles, nothing else," Jiangli thought for a moment and decided there was nothing particularly needed.
Xia Xin said, "Okay, then Ancestor, shall I go now?"
Jiangli hummed in acknowledgment.
Xia Xin then left first.
Following that, Jiangli immediately sorted through some tools in the side hall.
These tools were quite old and showed serious signs of wear.
They seemed to have been used by the old Taoist before his death.
Jiangli had found these tools here previously.
That’s why, she didn’t purchase tools for grinding and carving this time when they went out.
Jiangli checked the wear on the tools, clicked her tongue but showed no disdain, and took them out, placing them on the table while her gaze settled on the Golden Thread Sandalwood nearby.
From a drawer, she took out several Purification Talismans and affixed them on the wood. She pinched a hand gesture, pointed with the Three Purities Finger at them.
In the next second, the Purification Talismans all ignited, sending up strands of white smoke.
Soon after, the smoke dispersed in all directions.
The dark energies lingering around the wood also vanished with the smoke.
Once certain that the Yin Energy on them was gone, Jiangli chose a moderately-sized piece of Golden Thread Sandalwood.
Even though they were offcuts, the craftsmanship of Master Sun was excellent; even the discarded parts were of very high quality.
To make the Rebirth Plaques, the pieces were actually somewhat thick and needed further cutting and thinning.
Luckily, the temple had tools for the job.
Jiangli personally began the rough processing of the Golden Thread Sandalwood.
Only after cutting out the general shape did Jiangli pick up the plane and started hand-sanding it.
Not far from Jiaoyang Temple, there was a shop specializing in joss paper and effigies for funerals.
Xia Xin went there to purchase a good amount of joss paper and candles, taking no more than twenty minutes in total.
But upon his return, as soon as he entered the side hall, he saw the Rebirth Plaque in Jiangli’s hands already taking shape.
Xia Xin couldn’t help but express his amazement as he approached, "Ancestor, did you just carve this out?"
Jiangli had switched to a carving knife and was working on the prosperity and fortune patterns around the edge of the Rebirth Plaque.
Upon hearing him, she simply hummed without raising her head, her knife moving swiftly and with great ease.
There was no hesitation at all.
Xia Xin looked closely and saw that there was no sketch on the wood, but it was as if the design existed in Jiangli’s mind.
Without any hesitation, she went straight to work, shaping the wood with each cut.