Chapter 65 Preparation
The butler's fever soon subsided under Tao Ji's care, but he was still in a coma.

After feeling Pan Yun's pulse, Tao Ji picked up Mr. Qian and Mr. Sun and said goodbye to them, asking them to reminisce about the past. Then the two brothers and sisters went back first.

Mr. Qian and Mr. Sun waved their hands together in agreement.

Butler Qian watched the two people leave eagerly, and only turned back to look at his master and uncle after they were far away. Alas, the effect of the talisman will be over soon, and what should they do if they can't see their master and uncle?

Although the old man would not harm them, it was still a bit scary to have an invisible ghost following him.

Tao Ji walked very fast all the way, not daring to look around, because he was still in the state of opening his third eye.

Pan Yun ran after him with a smile on his face. "Don't be afraid, Third Brother. I'm here. Don't worry. There aren't so many obsessed ghosts in this world..."

Tao Ji suddenly stopped and said, "That's not right. If we two go, won't you take Master Sun back to the mourning hall? What if he runs away..."

Pan Yun raised two fingers of his right hand and showed them to him, smiling.

Tao Ji saw a faint thread wrapped around it and was slightly stunned. "Soul thread? When did you make it?"

"I've already done it. Don't worry. I've calculated the time. Once the talisman has taken effect, I will summon Master Sun back."

Tao Ji looked down at her and exclaimed, "Little Junior Sister, you always surprise me because you are young and have only a limited understanding of cultivation. There is still a lot of knowledge you have never learned, but in some aspects you are very experienced.

For example, regarding ghosts, formations, and talismans, your knowledge is not inferior to mine, and you are even almost as good as Fourth Junior Sister. But it seems that you have never learned some of the most basic things, especially talismans. Fourth Junior Sister once said that you only have the form, but not the spirit.

Can you tell me how you learned it?"

Pan Yun lowered his eyes and thought for a moment before saying, "The records of the books I studied before were not clear, so I didn't learn well."

Tao Ji thought deeply, "So it's still a problem with the book. I have to tell my senior brother again that we must remember the recipes, medicines and acupuncture of Sanqing Mountain in detail and write them into a book to pass down in a few years. We can't let something like yours happen again."

Pan Yun gave a thumbs up, "Third Senior Brother is very thoughtful."

Tao Ji took her back to the mourning hall and handed her over to Wang Feiyin, then left.

Although there were no dead souls in the mourning hall, Tao Ji still felt it was eerie, especially when he was looking into the Heavenly Eye. The people and things he saw seemed to be covered with a layer of dust, but he could see the other world very clearly.

So he didn't want to stay outside for long. After handing Pan Yun over, he immediately turned around, covered himself with the quilt and went to sleep.

Wang Feiyin looked at Pan Jun and signaled with his eyes, "Where is Master Sun?"
Pan Jun sat cross-legged beside him, stretched out his right hand to let him look at the soul line, and then closed his eyes and regulated his breathing.

"Wait," Wang Feiyin asked in a low voice, "Who is watching him?"

Pan Yun: “Cat.”

Well, thinking of the black cat that had become a spirit, Wang Feiyin stopped asking questions and closed his eyes and practiced breathing with her.

The filial sons and grandchildren of the Sun family fell asleep early.

There were mats on both sides of the coffin. Except for one person who was still watching the fire and guarding the mourning hall, the rest of the filial sons and grandsons were lying on the mats and sleeping soundly. Afraid of catching a cold, many of them asked the servants to bring quilts to cover themselves.

Pan Jun sensed that Master Qian's talisman had dissipated, and after receiving the information from Pan Xiaohei, he immediately moved his fingers, made a summoning gesture, and Master Sun's soul was pulled back to the mourning hall in an instant.

Huiyuan, who had half-closed his eyes diagonally opposite, suddenly opened his eyelids, glanced at the mourning hall, and then looked at Wang Feiyin opposite him.

Wang Feiyin smiled at him and nodded.

He moved his fingers lightly through the cover of his sleeves, and a ray of light hit the dead soul. Master Sun had no time to react and was forced to return to the coffin and lie back on his body... three inches above.

He wanted to grab the bamboo shoots and take a closer look at his unfilial descendants.

He doesn't want to live in a coffin.

Huiyuan silently chanted the Buddha's name, opened his eyes again and looked at the mourning hall. He found nothing unusual, but... he still felt something was not right. However, after glancing at the descendants of the Sun family who were sleeping soundly on the mats, he still said nothing.

In the huge mourning hall, apart from Senior Brother Wang Feiyin and his sister, and Hui Yuan, there was only a young man in mourning clothes who was watching the fire and had not yet lain down.

When Pan Yun saw that Master Sun was put back into the coffin by Wang Feiyin and held down, he knew that nothing would happen tonight. He was about to lie down and go to sleep. When he saw the young man opposite him putting some paper money into the brazier from time to time, he lowered his voice and asked, "Brother, who is that?"

Wang Feiyin took a look and said, "Master Sun's youngest son."

"Oh." Pan Jun lost interest and lay down to sleep.

Wang Feiyin also closed his eyes and rested.

It is especially sweet to sleep in the mourning hall, especially when next to the eldest brother, I feel extremely safe.

Pan Yun slept until dawn.

A new day begins, and they also have new things to do. When the filial sons and grandchildren of the Sun family wake up and see that everything is going well, they go to wash up and eat with satisfaction, and then come back to continue kneeling and acting as filial sons and grandchildren.

Wang Feiyin went back to change his robes and discussed shifts with the Taoist priests from other temples.

That’s right, rituals also require shifts. This morning, the Sun family made a new requirement. From today on, the rituals cannot stop for twelve hours a day, even at night.

If they didn't take turns, the Taoists would be exhausted to death.

Even Pan Yun, Miao Zhenmiao and a few young Taoist priests were separated into classes.

Tao Ji trained them temporarily.

In fact, it is not difficult. They are not the leaders. They just need to play the instruments well and follow the people in front of them to practice the magic steps. They have learned the scriptures in elementary school. Even Pan Yun can recite them by heart.

There were many Taoists coming, so they could still take turns. The monks and nuns on the opposite side were in a more miserable situation, as they were outnumbered.

So the master and the Sun family on the opposite side said that they were short of manpower and needed to add more people.

The Sun family's steward said with embarrassment, "We have invited all the temples and Taoist temples around Yushan County. We really can't find any more. Masters, please work hard for five days. After five days, our Sun family will definitely reward you handsomely."

After listening to this, Pan Jun wished she could become a nun.

Miao He was also envious and whispered to her, "I found out that they have fewer people and each of them gets more money than us."

When Pan Yun saw Master Qian leading people over here, he immediately stood up straight and said in a low voice: "Soon, we will get more than them."

Mr. Qian led his men straight into the mourning hall.

When the Sun brothers saw their uncle, they burst into tears and shouted, "Dad, why did you abandon us..."

Mr. Qian walked into the mourning hall with a sullen face. He first offered sacrifices and burned incense to his brother-in-law, and then looked at his five nephews kneeling beside him.

The nephews were all wiping their tears. Sun Dachang took the lead and bowed to his uncle in return. Mr. Qian accepted it with a sullen face, and then asked, "Dachang, did you brothers decorate this mourning hall?"

Sun Dachang responded with tears in his eyes.

Mr. Qian asked everyone inside and outside the mourning hall to leave, leaving only Sun Dachang and his brother and the head of the village, village elders and township elders he brought with him.

Sun Dachang instinctively felt that something had gone wrong.

The monks and Taoists who were performing rituals outside the mourning hall also collected their instruments and were about to leave. Master Qian suddenly called out to Wang Feiyin, Pan Yun and Huiyuan and asked the three of them to stay.

　Today's lucky number is the number ending in 1, as shown in the screenshot.

　　(End of this chapter)