December 23rd is an auspicious day for breaking ground.

Hua Qingcheng ordered people to move Meng Lishi's coffin out of the Si family mausoleum this morning and rebury it in a Feng Shui treasure land on Tianshen Mountain outside the eastern suburbs of the city.

In addition to the pregnant Mu Lige and Han Yichen who were burning incense and offering sacrifices in private in the East Palace, Situ Ye, Yu Xiaotian, Wu Chen, and Zuo An were all present. People from the Meng and Feng families also came.

Everyone watched as the coffin was slowly lowered into the ground, their faces filled with complex expressions. Hua Qingcheng and Si Chengfeng stood at the front, their eyes firm but revealing a hint of sadness.

"Dad, you can rest assured and reincarnate. Feng'er has grown up, the Si family is destroyed, and Si Tianyu and Nangong Chen have also received the retribution they deserved..." Si Chengfeng couldn't stop crying in front of Meng Lishi's grave.

"Father-in-law, I am Qingcheng, Chengfeng's wife. Although this is the first time I meet you, I solemnly promise you that I will love and take care of Chengfeng all my life and will not let anyone bully him. You don't have to worry." Hua Qingcheng held three incense sticks in her hands and bowed to Meng Lishi very reverently.

"Brother Meng, the promise you and I made to arrange marriages for our two children has finally come true. This is the fate destined for the two of them. What is meant to be theirs will eventually come."

Looking at her close friend who used to write and compose poems together, but has now turned into a handful of dirt, Feng Lingyan, dressed in plain clothes, sprinkled water and wine on the ground to commemorate this long-deceased old friend and relative.

"Mr. Meng, Chengfeng is doing well, you don't have to worry. He is not only your son, but also the young master of our general's mansion." General Feng Cailan and her husband Yu Jingyang also lit incense in front of Meng Lishi's grave.

"Shi'er, it's all dad's fault for being so foolish that he didn't keep a close eye on you. As a result, you ended up marrying the wrong person and a heartless person. You were still so young..." Old Man Meng stroked Meng Lishi's tombstone and couldn't help but burst into tears again.

"Brother, rest assured! Dad is fine except that he misses you to the point of going crazy..." Meng Liyou said this heartfeltly in front of Meng Lishi's grave while supporting Old Man Meng. Her husband was burning paper money nearby.

"Uncle, your niece Yuzhen and your nephew Haoling are here to pay their respects to you."

After Meng Yuzhen and Meng Haoling finished their worship of Meng Lishi, Situ Ye, Yu Xiaotian, Wu Chen and Zuo An also lit a stick of incense for Meng Lishi.

Immediately afterwards, Yu Xiaotian and Wu Chen recited the "Nirvana Mantra" for Meng Lishi in front of his grave.

Although Wu Chen is unruly, he is the direct disciple of Master Kurumu, the abbot of Tianlong Temple in Zhaoyang Kingdom. He has profound attainments in martial arts. Although his Buddhist practice cannot be compared with that of the Holy Son Yu Haotian, he can still perform the ritual of salvation for the dead.

After Yu Xiaotian and Wu Chen finished praying for Meng Lishi's soul, snowflakes suddenly began to fall from the sky. The snowflakes were pure white, and fell as lightly as angel feathers, softly touching everyone's hearts.

Snowflakes fell in a flurry, landing on everyone's heads, shoulders, and faces, bringing a hint of coolness. They seemed to gently soothe people's hearts, bringing a sense of tranquility and peace of mind. It was as if Meng Lishi had transformed into these snowflakes, responding to their thoughts of him.

"Xiaotian, can my father-in-law be reincarnated successfully?" Hua Qingcheng reached out and caught a few snowflakes. Her palms were warm, and the snowflakes quickly turned into water in her hands.

"Let me see..."

Yu Xiaotian narrowed his eyes slightly, activated his spiritual power, and used the soul-collecting and psychic technique to sense whether Meng Lishi's ghost had been reincarnated. However, even if he asked the Holy Son to read through Meng Po's register at the Naihe Bridge, he would not find any record of Meng Lishi crossing the bridge to reincarnate...

"Your Highness, Uncle Meng... may not be able to be reincarnated." Yu Xiaotian's expression became serious.

"Fourth brother, my father..." Si Chengfeng's face turned pale when he heard this.

"Lord Yama saw that Uncle Meng was a kind-hearted, upright, and talented man when he was alive, and was harmed innocently. Please save him from falling into the suffering of reincarnation again." Yu Xiaotian clasped his hands together and said with great piety.

"Xiaotian, what do you mean..." Hua Qingcheng looked at Meng Lishi's grave, then at Yu Xiaotian, with a puzzled look on her face.

"Uncle Meng has been conferred the title of Earthly Immortal and will soon become the civil judge in Fengcheng City God Temple. He will be responsible for investigating the good and evil moral character and lifespan of the local people in order to render a verdict." Yu Xiaotian said seriously.

Hua Qingcheng and Si Chengfeng looked at each other, and a hint of surprise and joy flashed in their eyes.

Everyone present was surprised to hear this, and they all bowed reverently to Meng Lishi's grave to show their respect.

"This is a good thing. We should be happy for our father-in-law." Hua Qingcheng said with a smile.

Si Chengfeng nodded, and the sadness in his heart eased a lot.

The snow stopped and the sun shone on the earth, illuminating everyone's face.

Hua Qingcheng took Si Chengfeng's hand and said softly, "Afeng, let's go. We should take my father-in-law's tablet to the city's Children's Charity Bureau. From now on, we will come to worship my father-in-law on this day every year, as well as on Qingming Festival and Zhongyuan Festival. If you miss him, you can also go to the City God Temple in the northern suburbs to see him. I will order someone to build a statue for my father-in-law so that he can receive incense from the people."

Si Chengfeng looked at Hua Qingcheng gently and nodded, his charming eyes filled with emotion and gratitude.

That afternoon, Meng Lishi's tablet was brought from another villa in Situ Ye City to the small ancestral hall of the Charity Bureau. Except for Hua Qingcheng and her several husbands, the Meng family, and Feng Cailan's wife and husband, all the children in the Charity Bureau came to pay homage to him, even Shan Zuo, Shan You and Feng Qiyan came.

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