"It turns out there is such a relationship, it's really rare!"
Zhu Huaishi's face was moved, and when he saw Zhao Lin's true feelings revealed, he secretly said he was ashamed.
Zhu Lihan was his great-grandfather. The age difference between the two was nearly two hundred years. They had not seen each other for ten or eight years, and there was no deep relationship between them.
Therefore, he was not sad about Zhu Lihan's death, but regretted that his family had lost a huge tree that could cover the sky.
"Don't be sad, little friend. His old man lived a full life and passed away. According to the mortal world, this is a joy and mourning, so you should be happy."
Zhu Huaishi consoled him.
"I lost my temper."
Zhao Lin raised his sleeves and wiped his eyes.
Not long after, the three people walked into the mourning hall.
Zhao Lin tied a filial piety belt around his waist according to the rules, walked to the front of the hall holding three sticks of incense, and bowed three times to the body.
Zhu Lihan's body lay quietly on the coffin, with a spiritual bead in his mouth and a very peaceful expression.
"Foundation-building monks are bound to die. If you want to transcend life and death, you can only cultivate to the point of becoming a god and ascending."
Zhao Lin secretly sighed and became more determined to practice Taoism.
In order to complete the trick, I deliberately recalled some sad past events and squeezed out a few tears.
After the condolences were over, Zhao Lin walked out of the mourning hall accompanied by Zhu Huaishi.
A servant of the Zhu family came forward, dipped peach branches in water and threw them at Zhao Lin to drive away the bad luck from him.
Walking to the courtyard, Zhao Lin deliberately slowed down his pace, turned his head and hesitated to speak.
Zhu Huaishi saw that he had something to say, so he stopped and asked, "Is there anything else, little friend?"
Zhao Lin nodded, "Excuse me, Palace Master, when is the day when your ancestor will be brought together?"
Zhu Huaishi said: "The ancestor's body arrived today and will be collected in three days as usual."
It has been a custom since ancient times to bury the corpse for three days and then exhume it for two reasons.
The first is to allow sufficient time for the living to prepare for the funeral and express their reluctance to leave the deceased.
Second, some special patients were only temporarily in shock, in a state of suspended animation, and did not really die. They woke up after being buried, and were suffocated to death in the coffin.
In order to avoid tragedies caused by miscarriage of justice, there was a custom of burying corpses for three days.
Zhao Lin hesitated for a moment, wondering: "This junior has a merciless request."
Zhu Huaishi was puzzled and said, "My little friend, it's okay to just say it."
Zhao Lin said sternly: "Zhao received a lot of kindness from his ancestor, but I have nothing to repay. I hope I can give him a ride."
Zhu Huaishi was startled, "My little friend, you want to...carry the coffin?"
Zhao Lin nodded solemnly, "Exactly, I wonder if the master of the palace can agree?"
"It's my wish, but I don't dare to ask for my ear!"
With such a young talent carrying the coffin, Zhu Huaishi naturally had no reason to refuse and agreed.
"Thank you, Master, for your support."
Zhao Lin felt reassured, asked about the specific time and related matters, then said goodbye and left.
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The next day, Zhao Lin went to the library and returned the book.
When he walked out of the pavilion, he saw Li Zhen standing outside with a blank look in his eyes, looking distracted.
Zhao Lin ignored her and walked forward.
"I asked my father and cousin, and everything you said is true."
Li Zhen suddenly said something.
"Then what?"
Zhao Lin paused, stared at Li Zhen and asked.
"Can you... turn conflicts into friendship?"
Li Zhen asked with difficulty.
"Interesting, you should tell your father and the man named Tao Huang this."
Zhao Lin twitched the corner of his mouth, feeling that this woman had no talent for cultivation, but her mind was unclear. She had already killed members of the Li family, how could things get better?
Even if the Li family is willing to give up, he can't let them go.
"I……"
Li Zhen was speechless and walked away in despair.
In a blink of an eye, it was the day of the big gathering.
The time was set at Mao hour, and Zhao Lin came to Zhu Mansion early.
Everyone from the top and bottom of the Zhu family, including immortals and mortals, gathered inside and outside the mourning hall. Zhao Lin and the seven coffin bearers were lined up on the left and right.
Zhu Lihan's body has been arranged, and a brand new mulberry wood coffin is placed next to the funeral bed.
Lingsang Village has the effect of repelling insects and evil spirits. In addition to being used to breed spiritual silkworms, it is also a high-quality coffin.
Among the coffin bearers were monks and mortals, all of whom were under forty years old and strong.
Zhao Lin stood at the head of the team, looking at the body in the coffin with some anticipation in his heart.
In the past two days, I have learned about some of Zhu Lihan's life stories. This person was a late bloomer and was not very outstanding when he was young. However, he practiced extremely diligently and persisted for hundreds of years to achieve his current achievements.
"I don't know what spells can be traced this time. I hope there are one or two perfect levels."
When the Mao hour comes, the family members of the Zhu family come forward to worship and pay homage to the deceased's body.
After the ceremony, Mr. Yin Yang covered the body with a white cloth and shouted loudly: "Wake up today, may your family and home be peaceful, may your future be prosperous, and may you have good luck..."
Zhao Lin knew it was time for him to appear, so he stepped forward slowly, grabbing the silk scarf under the coffin bed with one hand, and supporting Zhu Lihan's shoulder with the other.
As soon as his palm touched the body, the spiritual map reacted and flickered violently.
Then several rays of spiritual energy were released, and a faint humanoid shadow appeared in his mind.
The last time Zhao Lin traced the bones at the bottom of the river, he was absorbing spirit stones and condensing his soul.
He will provide as many spiritual stones as the spiritual energy required for the spiritual cultivation chart.
But this time it was different. There was no way to make any noise in public, so he "fed" the spiritual stone to the spiritual cultivation map in advance.
Zhao Lin had tested before that the spiritual cultivation chart could store spiritual energy and use it when needed.
In order to prevent insufficient spiritual energy, Zhao Lin absorbed all the remaining 400 spiritual stones from the last analysis of the formation pattern into the spiritual cultivation chart.
The spiritual chart continues to release spiritual energy, and the soul becomes more and more solid and becomes lifelike.
Zhu Lihan was suspended in the sea of consciousness, with a calm expression and piercing eyes, as if he could see through Zhao Lin's thoughts.
Zhao Lin felt a sense of awe in his heart and whispered secretly: "I wish you the best, senior, I don't have any ill intentions, I just want to pass on your Taoism."
"But since I have accepted my love, if the Zhu family needs help in the future, I am willing to lend a helping hand!"
I don't know if it was a coincidence, but after saying these words, Zhu Lihan's figure suddenly turned into countless rays of silver light.
The silver light split and merged, and continued to connect together to form the names of spells. There were more than twenty spells.
Zhao Lin was overjoyed and thought that he had chosen the right person this time. I wish Lihan had not wasted his long years of practicing Taoism.
Time was running out, and seven other coffin bearers had already come over. Zhao Lin could not hold on to the body forever, so he quickly browsed through these spells.
The first to appear are eight non-attribute spells: qi gazing, lightening one's body, inscription, sand drawing, seal forming, talisman...
Zhu Lihan's qi-gaining technique was a master-level achievement, but Zhao Lin had already mastered it. Most of the other spells belonged to the talisman making method. Zhao Lin was not interested, so he ignored them all.
Next are the four wind spells: wind knife technique, wind scroll technique, wind wall technique, and hundred-edged leaf knife.
The first three are first-level spells, and only the Hundred-edged Leaf Knife is a second-level attack spell. Once it is cast, it will sweep away fallen leaves like the autumn wind. It is famous for its wide coverage and strong lethality.
Zhao Lin's favorite second-level magic spell is Soaring into the Clouds and Skies. When cultivated to the level of Dacheng, it can withstand evil winds and evil spirits, allowing monks to fly in the clouds for a long time.
But now that it has been traced out, it will be temporarily placed on the grid where the wind movement spell is located.
If there is a better choice in the future, just replace it.
There was originally only one air trap in the grid, and a hundred-edged leaf knife appeared at the top, with five petals next to it: a Dacheng-level attainment.
Wind spells are followed by water spells.
Zhu Lihan is obviously good at this. He has a total of eight spells, all of which are above the proficiency level.
Waterbending, water spear, water net, waterfall, wave, multiple water arrows, water magic fist, raging waves.
Waterbending is at the perfect level!
Zhao Lin couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw this.
There is a saying in the world of immortality: One perfection-level spell is better than three Dacheng-level spells!
In particular, waterbending is difficult to practice. Most monks would rather spend their energy on spells to improve their offensive and defensive capabilities than spend great efforts in practicing waterbending.
With this spell, you can swim freely underwater without any hindrance!
Zhao Lin didn't know that Zhu Lihan was not actually a native of Nanhezhou, but from Sanshan County.
Sanshan County is close to the Feituo River. Zhu Lihan grew up by the river and was very keen on water magic. Before foundation building, he studied water magic the most.
Zhao Lin's heart moved, and the waterbending technique flashed, and the plum blossom next to the font had an extra petal.
Multiple Water Arrows, Water Demon Fist, and Raging Waves are all second-level spells, and their attainments are also proficient.
Zhao Lin hesitated for a moment and finally chose Water Demon Fist.
Water Demon Fist has the weakest attack power among the three, and is easily destroyed when it encounters other spells.
However, soldiers have no constant momentum, and water has no constant shape. The advantage of Water Demon Fist is that it can cast spells quickly and is not easily detected, making it very suitable for sneak attacks.
Finally, there is the ice walking spell.
Black Ice Ring, Ice Hammer Technique, Ice Shield Technique, Ice Whirl Hammer.
Zhao Lin possesses the Perfect Level Ice Blade Technique and no longer needs the first-order ice walking spell, so he skips the previous three first-order spells and sets his sights directly on the ice hammer.
Dacheng level attainment!
Zhao Lin's heart skipped a beat.
Ice Whirl Hammer is not an ordinary spell, but the same as Spirit Blade Technique and Spirit Hammer Technique. It can control magic weapons, and it is one level higher.
Although the ice blade technique is flexible and versatile, its power is limited. In contrast, the ice hammer is a heavy weapon that can break through the opponent's defense at critical moments.
Zhao Lin did not hesitate to suck the ice hammer into the spiritual chart.
At this point, there are three more second-level spells in the spiritual cultivation map:
Hundred-edged leaf knife, Dacheng level.
Water Demon Fist, master level.
Ice whirling hammer, Dacheng level.
The upper limit of waterbending has also been raised from the Dacheng level to the Perfect level.
"This trip is worthwhile!"
Zhao Lin was satisfied and smiled unconsciously on his face, but he quickly realized that he was in the mourning hall and must not smile.
Then the corners of his mouth pulled down, and his smile turned into sadness.
"Fellow Daoist Zhao, Friend Daoist Zhao..."
Two calls came to his ears, and Zhao Lin came back to his senses and saw that Mr. Yin Yang was gesturing for him to carry the body into the coffin, and the other coffin bearers were also waiting.
Zhao Lin quickly agreed, using his hands hard, he and others carried the body into the coffin.
Next is the coffin sealing, funeral procession, burial, and monument erection...
Zhao Lin stayed busy until noon before saying goodbye and leaving. (End of chapter)
