"I know he committed suicide."
Shang Junxiao took a deep breath, "But I just want to ask the Abbot to perform a ritual for him, I, I don’t know what else to do, I just want to do something for Ning Mu."
Shang Junxiao understood what Fu Shiyan had said.
Ning Mu had committed suicide without any hidden circumstances, going to Jiangli would be of no use.
But he only wanted to find Jiangli, to perform a ritual for Ning Mu.
Those masters in TV dramas are always performing such rites, aren’t they?
He didn’t know if it would be any use.
He just simply wanted to do something for Ning Mu.
He was really on the verge of breaking down now.
If he didn’t do something for Ning Mu, he felt like he couldn’t wash away the guilt.
"Big Brother, you can say I’m doing this for my peace of mind or that I’m deluding myself, but I, I just want to do something for Ning Mu."
Upon hearing this, Fu Shiyan spoke in a mild voice, "I didn’t say that."
Shang Junxiao thought Fu Shiyan was going to refuse and pleaded, "Big Brother..."
"I’m still at home," Fu Shiyan said, "come pick me up."
"Thank you, Big Brother!"
Shang Junxiao, upon hearing this, broke into a smile through his tears, immediately filled with excitement.
"I’ll be there soon, Big Brother, wait for me!"
Shang Junxiao then hung up the phone and dashed to Fu Shiyan’s home.
Fu Shiyan wasn’t idle either; he opened WeChat.
The chat page with Jiangli had been pinned to the top.
Fu Shiyan went straight into the chat and sent Jiangli an audio message.
Jiangli had just finished breakfast when she received Fu Shiyan’s message.
She listened to the voice message from Fu Shiyan.
Fu Shiyan briefly explained the situation at Shang Junxiao’s end in the voice message.
He added one more thing at the end.
"I might need to trouble Lili."
Jiangli replied quickly, showing no reluctance, "It’s no trouble at all, Director Fu, just come over. If anyone should say they’re troubled, it should be me, thanking you for referring business to me."
Fu Shiyan, hearing Jiangli’s lively voice, chuckled, "Then we’ll come over soon. See you in a bit."
Jiangli agreed with an okay.
"Ancestor, was that Director Fu?" Xia Xin saw Jiangli put down her phone and immediately asked alertly.
Jiangli hummed in affirmation, slumped in a recliner like a little old man caring for his health.
Xia Xin leaned closer and asked, "Ancestor, is Director Fu the person you mentioned earlier, the one who was going to bring us money?"
Jiangli yawned, "Not at all."
Xia Xin didn’t get why Jiangli seemed so sleepy after eating, but that wasn’t important right now.
Full of curiosity, Xia Xin asked, "Then who is it you were talking about before, Ancestor?"
If not Director Fu, who else could it be?
Jiangli gave him a look, "Why do you care so much, you’ll find out later. Director Fu said, Shang Junxiao had a friend who committed suicide and wanted us to help with a ritual, have you ever done that before?"
"I haven’t done it directly, but I have assisted my master a few times..."
Upon hearing this, Xia Xin’s thoughts suddenly went off track, immediately growing nervous and honestly confessing, softly indicating that he wasn’t up to it.
Jiangli said with distaste, "Not having done it is even better, give it a try this time."
Xia Xin made a pained face, "Ancestor, please no... I really feel like I can’t do it... And, and also Ancestor, people who commit suicide, they can’t be reincarnated, right? There’s no need for the ritual, is there?"
Heavenly Dao values life; those who don’t cherish it and commit suicide typically cannot enter the cycle of reincarnation and have to go to Fengdu to be punished.
So a ritual should be pointless, right?
Jiangli, however, said, "The ritual can also alleviate their sins, lessen their suffering. What else are these rituals for? Since they have a need, we should perform it. You’re going to have to deal with this kind of thing sooner or later, so practicing now is good too."