My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 812 - 506: Never Coming Back (Double-length) (Part 2)

"I don't care, I just want that piece of land," Qi Zhou said word by word.

"So it was about this, you should have said earlier you wanted that land. The dead are of great importance, how could I be stingy."

"You say that, but if I really told you, you would definitely refuse to give it!"

...

The next morning, Master Gao sent the land deed for the piece of land Qi Zhou wanted.

To the vast and prosperous Gao mansion, this small piece of land had good feng shui, but it was merely a drop in the ocean. Raising the price back then was merely habitual.

With the land deed in hand, Qi Wu'er led Qi Zhou and their children, despite Chen Yi and the others' repeated rejections, to promptly kowtow several times to the two Taoists.

"Still, proceed with the funeral. I can help you perform a ritual," said Chen Yi.

The Qi couple had this intention; they feared the Gao mansion would change its mind, so they hurriedly prepared for the burial.

Qi Wu'er called on neighbors to help carry the coffin, invited people to prepare meals, and their children donned white mourning clothes, adjusting ill-fitting creases. Qi Zhou watched gently from the side, wanting to help straighten their collars, but couldn't touch them...

Once nearly ready, Qi Zhou asked Qi Wu'er to open the coffin. She didn't want to wear paper clothes and wished to wear the red padded jacket she married in.

"I couldn't bear to wear it while alive, but now I want to wear something nice and be buried gloriously."

"Okay, as you wish, all as you wish."

Qi Wu'er personally changed his deceased wife's clothes for the last time.

In the midst of commotion and clamor, the funeral procession marched out of the city gates.

Just after the New Year, people along the way continually contributed funeral money, while Qi Wu'er walked ahead, scattering paper money into the air, resembling a heavy snow fall.

Qi Wu'er and those assisting him dug a pit, gently laying the cypress coffin inside.

The cypress coffin settled in smoothly; just as they were about to fill it with earth, Qi Wu'er and his children suddenly heard a sobbing farewell,

"I'm leaving, don't think of me, even if you do I won't return!"

Upon looking again, it seemed someone was shouting loudly, tearfully waving at them.

"Why are you standing still?" Those around who couldn't see asked.

"It's nothing."

Qi Wu'er stopped to wipe the tears from his eyes with the shovel, shook his head, laughed again, and cried...

......

......

When the last shovel of dirt was added, Yin Tingxue finished reciting the final lines of the sutra.

This time she performed the ritual for the deceased, with Chen Yi assisting, all to train her, to make her understand the various rituals a Taoist needs to perform.

Yin Tingxue followed every step meticulously, ensuring the funeral proceeded without a single error.

Upon resting at the guest courtyard of the Gao mansion, Chen Yi noticed her in good spirits, seemingly happier than usual, almost skipping as she walked.

It was obvious, a kind-hearted Little Fox performing such a good deed naturally felt joy, and this being her first successful ceremony...

Chen Yi then thought with a slight sigh,

But perhaps the most important thing is that she did it together with him, who acts as her husband.

Yin Tingxue paused her steps briefly, turned to glance at Chen Yi.

Chen Yi scratched his nose, furrowed his brow and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Yin Tingxue shook her head.

She possesses the Heavenly Ear Technique, able to hear others' thoughts... Chen Yi thought of this, recalling his earlier train of thoughts, maintaining a composed expression.

Yin Tingxue winked at him, intending to turn away but still couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Why are you laughing?" Chen Yi said coldly.

"Not laughing... Actually, it's nothing."

"You're still laughing."

"No, no... not laughing." Yin Tingxue covered her mouth, her eyes curved as she looked at Chen Yi.

Chen Yi walked ahead, ignoring her.

Upon returning to the guest room, as soon as Chen Yi sat down, the image of Yin Tingxue's teasing laughter kept resurfacing in his mind, the more he wanted not to think of it, the angrier he became.

Chen Yi furrowed his brow and called Yin Tingxue over.

"Why were you laughing at me? It's baffling."

Yin Tingxue, hearing his serious tone, held back her urge to smile, softly said, "It was accidental, accidentally laughed a little."

"...Did you hear it?"

"A little... only a little." Yin Tingxue feared he might be angry, so she shifted the topic, "Why do you have such a thought?"

"...Heh, why shouldn't I?" Chen Yi paused for a moment, then immediately asked, "Is that so?"

The girl understood what he wanted to ask and nodded vigorously.

Chen Yi felt slightly relieved at heart, smiled, and embraced Yin Tingxue, "Little Fox, if you think so too, it's good. Being with me makes you happy, doesn't it?"

"Mm-hmm, why wouldn't it be?"

Yin Tingxue nodded twice, her demeanor was very endearing.

Moreover, she was wearing an oversized Daoist robe that did not fit.

Chen Yi looked at her with satisfaction for a while, her cheeks pink, wrapped in thick clothes, like a red fox in a snow pile, blinking and looking at him.

"So cute..." Chen Yi said in a gentle voice.

Yin Tingxue lifted her head slightly, looked at him with some surprise, and murmured an "Mm."

She was embarrassed.

Chen Yi was quite satisfied, wrapped his hands around her soft waist, and repeated, "So cute indeed."

"That's right, cute." Yin Tingxue came to her senses and said.

Rather than sounding righteous, the tone seemed more like a debate.

Chen Yi gave a helpless smile, after smiling, his brow slightly raised, because he caught the subtle change in tone, later thinking, why does Little Fox seem to be less agreeable during this period?

He turned his eyes to see Yin Tingxue hesitating, Chen Yi spoke coldly, "If you have an explanation, just say it."

"Sometimes what you say and what you really think aren't entirely the same."

"Not the same?"

"Mm, if I followed your wishes entirely, I'm afraid you wouldn't be happy. But if I follow them nine-tenths, and the remaining one-tenth not, you'd like me more. It's like..."

Even if she hadn't finished speaking, Chen Yi's heart softened. He couldn't help but touch her head, about to smile helplessly, "Little Fox..."

"It's... a bit of pride." Yin Tingxue finished her sentence.

Chen Yi: "...."

He was momentarily speechless, looking at her cute appearance, reluctant to disrupt it; several enraged impulses rose but were suppressed, releasing passion seemed like a sin.

Suppressing the urge to mistreat her, Chen Yi patiently said, "Yin Tingxue, don't just use a word incorrectly."

"Oh... then I won't use it in the future." She was indeed considerate.

But Chen Yi didn't know why he was dissatisfied with her response and said, "Tell me, where am I prideful? If I say I like you, I like you; if I want to bully you, I bully you, never beating around the bush. Tell me, have the courage to say it."

Yin Tingxue did not reply immediately.

Chen Yi laughed coldly, "Can't say it, can you? It's not about me asking you not to use the word, you must willingly choose not to."

She silently nodded.

Thus, she was at a loss... Chen Yi saw this and snorted a laugh, "Because I say you're cute, it doesn't mean I'm saying it randomly. I'm not prideful, but you insist I am. You know yourself better."

"You think so?" Yin Tingxue suddenly retorted, "Chen Yi, you're also really cute."

Suddenly, he got goosebumps, but Yin Tingxue was earnest.

Her finely sculpted face slightly lifted, her lips curled.

Chen Yi took a breath, impatiently said, "Stop it."

"Why... is your face red?"

"I said stop!" 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Chen Yi then grew furious, and she intended to make up with a kiss but was ignored, lifted her up, and took her to the room, pulled the bed curtains, and indiscriminately teased her.

This little fox was getting bolder.

.........

Late night.

Yin Tingxue couldn't bear the teasing any longer, repeatedly pleaded for mercy. Chen Yi softened easily, didn't bother her further. Now her eyes were tightly shut; she was sleeping deeply, overwhelmed.

Chen Yi still couldn't sleep, got up cross-legged, closed his eyes, raising his palm upward.

A surreal golden spiritual energy spread from all directions, converging in front to form a jade scroll.

The "Merit Book."

As commonly known, the underworld has two major officials: the City God and the King Yan. The former is like a local magistrate overseeing the Merit Book; the latter akin to a governor managing the Book of Life and Death. A palace King Yan can reward or punish a person's deeds of virtue and sin before and after death all because the local City God presents the Merit Book.

As thoughts moved slightly, there seemed to be an unseen breeze, the golden Merit Book opened, silently writing a line of characters....

Citizen Qi Zhao, harmonious marriage, deep affection between husband and wife, though with temperament, remains virtuous, unknown in life, only leaving words after death, still enough to move. Request King Yan uphold justice, reward virtue and punish vice, strict with neither the poor nor lenient with the rich, ensure fairness and integrity, to benefit future generations.