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Wei Ning nodded, and Uncle Yang went down the mountain alone. After a while, he returned with a joyful expression and said to Wei Ning, "Alright, alright, the family has agreed. We can start now."
Wei Ning chanted softly, using a match to burn paper money in front of the coffin, then said, "Alright, let's open the coffin!"
Several strong men called by Uncle Yang swung their shovels and began to open the coffin. When they touched the coffin, Wei Ning's expression turned serious as he said, "Slow down, let me handle this. If that Yin Toad licks you, it won't be good."
Carefully, Wei Ning loosened the soil around the coffin and then opened the Coffin Lid. A wave of putrid odor rushed out, causing several men to gag nearby. Wei Ning shouted, "Excuse me." He gently uncovered layers of bedding and burial clothes until he finally saw the corpse lying at the bottom of the coffin. It was an elderly man in his sixties. Having been buried for an unknown amount of time, his body had shrunk significantly, resembling a skeleton. The only difference from a skeleton was that it was still covered with a layer of wrinkled dark skin.
Wei Ning broke off a stick from nearby and began to probe the corpse. Just as he touched the head of the corpse, a shadow suddenly darted out towards Wei Ning's head. In a split second, Wei Ning tilted his head and quickly caught the shadow. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a giant toad.
Wei Ning took the plastic bag handed to him by Uncle Yang and placed the toad inside. He nodded and said, "Uncle Yang, opening the coffin is disrespectful to the deceased. You should invite some monks or Taoists from around here to perform a Dojo for this old man to offset any karmic debts."
Uncle Yang quickly nodded in agreement. Wei Ning then instructed others to close the coffin lid. After refilling the soil, he burned more paper money before heading down the mountain with Uncle Yang.
After their noisy descent from the mountain and having dinner, Wei Ning felt invigorated. In the room where Yang Family Daughter had committed suicide, he washed his hands and requested her birth date and time. He wrote it on yellow paper and placed it on her memorial tablet. Lighting incense in the room, he took out the Yin Toad and placed it at the spot where Yang Family Daughter had taken her life. The Yin Toad was freed and began hopping around energetically. After three jumps, Wei Ning suddenly reached out and caught it before swinging his Peach Wood Sword to stab its head. Instantly, its tongue elongated grotesquely as its eyes rolled back in a manner identical to that of someone who had hanged themselves.
Suddenly, without any wind in the room, a white figure appeared in mid-air. It bowed three times to Wei Ning before drifting away.
Wei Ning clapped his hands and said, "Uncle Yang, I have done all I can do. Next, please invite an accomplished monk to chant the rebirth mantra for your daughter for seven days. Then hang up the Soul Banner outside for seven days of mourning. After that period, Impermanence and Yin Division will come to guide her away. Remember during these seven days to make plenty of noise day and night; this will attract Yin Division."
Uncle Yang wept as he said, "Thank you so much, Master Dragon Tiger. My daughter...oh my poor girl! If it weren't for your timely intervention..." He choked up again and embraced his wife as they both cried.
Wei Ning chuckled softly; being near Dragon Tiger Mountain had clearly made Uncle Yang think of himself as one of its practitioners. Without further explanation, he said, "Well then, I shouldn't stay too long; I have other matters to attend to."
Uncle Yang insisted repeatedly, "Master! Please stay a few more days! We haven't properly thanked you yet! We're poor; this is just a small token..." He pulled out several crumpled hundred-yuan bills mixed with smaller denominations from his pocket.
Wei Ning smiled slightly and replied, "It's fine; Uncle Yang just needs to have good intentions. I never intended to take anything; you should keep it for yourself."
Seeing Wei Ning decline his offer made Uncle Yang feel grateful; he knelt down repeatedly in thanks while Wei Ning kept stopping him. After some mutual insistence, Wei Ning symbolically accepted one hundred yuan as payment for his services. Understanding that there was no need for him to linger any longer, he planned to leave early in the morning but noticed Uncle Yang hesitating without speaking up.
When Wei Ning asked about it, Uncle Yang sighed deeply and said, "My daughter still hasn't reincarnated; I can't let go of this burden in my heart. Why don't we wait until after her Seven Days of Mourning before you leave? That way if anything unexpected happens, we’ll have someone here for support."
Wei Ning looked at the honest and simple couple with pity. After a moment of thought, he nodded in agreement.
Seven days later would be the Seven Days of Mourning for the Yang Family Daughter. The Seven Days of Mourning was a time to avoid the return of spirits, but Wei Ning was different; he sat quietly in front of the mourning hall, waiting for the arrival of the Yin Division.
It was midnight.
A gust of cold wind swept through, causing all the white mourning items in the room to flutter. The atmosphere became eerily strange, with the fire flickering. Wei Ning felt a stir in his heart and knew that the Yang Family Daughter had returned.
Gradually, an almost inaudible sound began to resonate. After burning the paper money, Wei Ning slowly hid behind the coffin and gently opened his Yin-Yang Eye.
He saw a girl in her twenties, her expression somewhat sorrowful, slowly drifting in from outside. She looked longingly at her coffin and wandered around the house for a while. Wei Ning recognized her as the Yang Family Daughter, who had died young, leaving behind a pair of grieving elderly parents. A sense of melancholy filled his heart.
As time passed, a white figure began to appear behind her. The figure was faint, so indistinct that it was hard to make out its features. It held a soul-reaping chain and slowly approached the Yang Family Daughter. Upon seeing it, her expression turned to one of fear; she frantically looked around the room as if trying to avoid its approach.
The white figure drew closer and closer. From behind the coffin, Wei Ning could see it more clearly. Suddenly, when he finally recognized this person's face, he involuntarily began to tremble all over. His fingers dug deeply into the coffin's edge, splintering the wood.
This "Yin Division," he recognized them—not just recognized them but knew them well.
Qiqi.
It was Qiqi!!!
Wei Ning nearly blurted it out but managed to suppress the words that had risen to his throat.
His expression changed as he forced himself to remain calm while crouching behind the coffin.
Finally, he saw her again.
But Wei Ning never expected that his encounter with Qiqi would happen under such circumstances, in such a way.
In their reunion, they were already on different paths—one living, one dead.
At that moment, Wei Ning suddenly remembered another identity of Qiqi: Worldly Wuchang.
Worldly Wuchang—did that mean Qiqi was not dead?
Wei Ning's mind felt as if it had been struck by lightning, exploding with realization.
If he hadn't understood compassion in that fleeting moment, he wouldn't be here now. If he hadn't stayed, he might never have seen Qiqi again.
Was this what they called karma?
At this moment, how he wished to stand up and embrace the "person" before him, to love and cherish her without restraint.
They had missed so much, far too much.
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