Relax, relax
The end of heaven is as far as the mind of the celestial beings can extend, and the same is true for the corridor of Yutu Temple.
Tonight, in addition to the bathroom, Zen room, Rabbit God's bedroom and the assistant officer's room on the third floor of the Jade Rabbit Temple, there are seven more guest rooms exclusively for specialists.
They are respectively affiliated with Suanni, Tiger Lord, Thunder Master, Earth Master, Lord, Rain Master and Water Master.
In addition, two floors were added to the Yutu Temple.
Since ancient times, Chinese people have considered the number "four" to be unlucky, so the fourth floor is abandoned. Secondly, the separation of one floor is also to distinguish the activity areas of male and female gods.
The Rainbow Fairy and Lingbo sisters each have a bedroom of their own on the fifth floor.
People spent too much time and effort on tidying up their own dormitories, or using magic tools to move furniture from their own homes.
Because the time planned for rehearsal was drastically compressed, Jade Rabbit Temple's assistant official, Master Linghong, became extremely impatient, dissatisfied, and disdainful. If it weren't for the fact that it was his own temple master who allowed everyone to stay over, room and make mischief, he would have erupted like a volcano long ago.
"I say... why do we all have to live in our temple? Can't we go back to our own hall to rest?" Ling Hong sometimes put his hands on his hips, sometimes crossed his arms, walked and stopped, stood and sat.
Compared to the noise made by the gods moving things, the movement and complaints of the assistant officials made Hu Ziyu feel more anxious and annoyed.
"You said before that anyone using the technique of shrinking the earth by a thousand miles over a hundred meters must report it. Your Majesty brought everyone here out of a hurry, and voluntarily paid the fine and submitted for a subsequent review. Since everyone has to gather for rehearsal these two days, it would be more convenient to live together." Hu Ziyu said.
During these two days, the guests' daily expenses, tea and snacks were all paid for by the Jade Rabbit Temple. Fortunately, the offerings given by Yuan Tianqi were generous enough, and the gifts from the Dragon King Temple were also very generous, so there was no financial deficit.
"Oh, shit!" Ling Hong suddenly remembered that he hadn't reported the time he'd used Hu Ziyu to attack Ling Xiao Palace and head straight for Xian Jing Street. The additional reporting fee plus the overtime difference was a whopping amount of his salary.
Hu Ziyu sat cross-legged in front of the square table in the Zen room. After regulating his breathing and exhaling several times according to the method taught by Taiyin Xingjun, he felt that the qi channels in his body were much smoother.
After a while, you can even differentiate the unique magic power of each immortal, so that you can do tricks like lighting things up, discharging electricity, and spraying water jets.
After Ling Hong logged the shrinking movement record into the supervision station APP, he asked: "Shopkeeper Hong, what else can we do tonight?" Hu Ziyu had slept enough, but the Twelve Golden Hairpins with low magic power needed rest, and the immortals who were busy arranging their own bedrooms might not have time to accompany him. He could only focus on things he could do alone.
Ling Hong paced back and forth, thinking for a few seconds, and then said, "Revise your lackluster entrance script. Also... there's one more thing."
He put away the hanging scroll with the words "Pure Heart" written on it, called out the starry blue PAD, opened the Guanfanjing APP, and enabled the screen projection mode.
The wall reflected the interior of a studio. The walls were plain white, devoid of any furnishings or decorations, save for an intricately carved ebony coffin in the center. A number of tools and storage boxes lay scattered on the workbench. Three staff members, wearing black cotton T-shirts and masks, sat in front of it, discussing the upcoming tasks: head shaping, bone setting, hair extensions, body patching, and cosmetic work.
These three masters were the cadaver restorers hired by Yuan Tianqi. Because Hu Ziyu's skull had a large hole, the head sculptor would use materials like resin and silicone—materials that closely resemble the human body and have a texture similar to the body's—to sculpt a similar skeleton to that of the deceased. This would then be inserted into the previously damaged area and covered with a layer of hair.
The craftsman in charge of the body will find a way to repair the minor, bleeding wounds on the body. After suturing the wounds, he will apply makeup or paint to restore the deceased's unharmed appearance.
Ling Hong explained that the purpose of this apparition was not to allow Hu Ziyu to have a heartwarming and melodramatic reunion with his relatives and friends on earth, but to announce to the world that "the Rabbit God really exists" and "this position has been taken over by the deceased Hu Ziyu."
The first priority is to perform more miracles within the scope allowed by heaven and spread them through the mouths of mortals.
The prologue will be revealed through the deceased's self-repair of his scarred body.
"Although I really want to perform a miraculous one-second recovery the moment they open the coffin, doing so would violate the Regulations on Miraculous Apparitions, and the entire annual budget and salaries of the Jade Rabbit Temple would not be enough to compensate for the loss," Ling Hong said.
Hu Ziyu couldn't help but grumble: "Putting aside the fine, the main point is that it will scare ordinary people to death."
Ling Hong never really cared about what happened to ordinary people, he only cared about whether the service could run normally.
"Fortunately, Pei Ke was willing to lend me the magic weapon that can quickly repair dead bodies, saving me the trouble of going to the Jinchan Institute's Technology Department to ask for help." He said.
A coffin, commonly known as a casket, is a large coffin placed over the coffin that wraps the body, typically used at funerals. Composed of a few thin wooden boards, it is light and simple, with no ornamentation. Before each work session, the team of restorers bows deeply toward the body and offers a greeting.
"Mr. Hu Ziyu, we are members of the 96 Travelers work team. We are here today to tidy up your appearance. We hope that you can go on the journey in a neat and tidy manner without any regrets." After the foreman saluted, he opened the coffin lid with another male colleague and lifted the partition above the coffin.
Yuan Tianqi heard from the students who accompanied him to the hospital that Hu Ziyu's appearance was far from peaceful. The intracranial hemorrhage, coupled with the bruises and contusions, made him look unsightly, and they hoped he wouldn't see it. To preserve the flawless image of his beloved in his heart, Yuan Tianqi had the funeral director temporarily place the body in a wooden box before placing it in an outer coffin lined with cooling equipment.
Hu Ziyu clutched his chest tightly, feeling the powerful pulsation of the essence now coursing through his spiritual body. He hadn't yet imagined the circumstances of his own death; even from the accounts of the journalists and others, he could guess it must have been horrific. He hoped it wouldn't cause any psychological trauma to the members present or the rest of the public.
"Why are you so nervous? It's been fixed long ago." Ling Hong shook the mini medicine box he took out from the storage app.
"Remember to return it to the owner later." Hu Ziyu took a deep breath and smoothed his breathing.
"I forgot for a moment, but I always feel that looking at your dead body with the attitude of your soul is a very subtle thing."
"That's nothing. Before I ascended to heaven, I also watched myself sitting in the cave for a long time." Ling Hong raised his head slightly, recalling the scene of that year.
"After that, my body grew lighter and lighter. I felt an attraction from the clouds, or perhaps a repulsion from the ground. I was half-pulled, half-pushed, into the air. When I regained consciousness, I was outside Guanghan Palace."
"I really envy you for being able to die so peacefully. You must have been born with the physique of an immortal." At this point, Hu Ziyu wanted to complain. How could an immortal be pushed up to the Moon Palace by the rising air current? After all, he was a mid-level god, but after his death, he was teleported to hell and almost followed the team of the unjustly dead into the City of the Unjustly Dead.
Ling Hong didn't have time to answer because the female member of the three-person team let out a short, high-pitched scream.
Not to mention the female restorer, the two male masters were also very scared and had goose bumps all over the room.
Generally speaking, a person who has lost signs of life will turn pale within just a few hours, and purple spots will appear on the skin, and the body will gradually lose its temperature and elasticity; after a few days, blood and a pungent odor will appear.
But the person now slumbering within the coffin had a rosy complexion, radiant, supple skin, a body temperature only slightly lower than normal, and no trace of a single wound or injury. If it weren't for the stillness of the chest and the absence of a pulse, it wouldn't have been a lifeless corpse. "This... did we take the wrong body, or did they send it to the wrong place?" the male master scratched the back of his sparse head.
"This guy looks like he just died." The foreman compared the pictures Yuan Tianqi sent him and asked in confusion: "It's definitely this guy in the pictures! Could it be that he has a twin brother and they both died together?"
"Just...confirm it again." said the female restorer.
The three of them looked at each other, nodded, and carefully closed the coffin lid.
Far away on the moon, more than 384,000 kilometers away, Ling Hong sighed deeply.
"What a mistake! These three mortals remained calm. It seems I need to increase the intensity of the scare." As he said this, he opened the storage app again, took out the wireless microphone with a built-in remote speaker, and stuffed it into Hu Ziyu's hand.
"Hong, you don't want me to shout to the world..." Hu Ziyu's palms were sweating. The script for the apparition hasn't been finalized yet, so what should I say this time?
"Of course. Do you expect me to yell for you?" Ling Hong used the voice remote to control the hidden volume knob: "Volume 1, tell me."
"Hello, hello, hello" Hu Ziyu tried to make a few short sounds.
Only three masters were cleaning up and contacting each other, and no one raised their heads to check if there was anything unusual on the ceiling.
"Didn't you hear? Adjust it to Volume 5." Ling Hong said.
Hu Ziyu also raised his voice: "Hello, can you hear me, three masters? If you can, please look up." The foreman couldn't contact Yuan Tianqi. The moment he cut off the LINE call, he suddenly felt a voice urging him in his ear, which seemed to be near and far, sometimes louder and sometimes softer.
"Strange, did you hear someone talking? It sounded like they were calling Master, or saying hello."
"Big brother, don't scare me! I've been in this business for more than three years, and I haven't encountered any supernatural incidents!" said another male master.
The female repairman also listened, but heard nothing. "I didn't hear anything either." Ling Hong sat cross-legged next to Hu Ziyu and said, "This foreman has strong inspiration and can be relied upon. Volume 10, shout again, this time speaking a little more."
"Okay." Hu Ziyu took a breath, emphasizing and emphasizing every intonation and pronunciation, "Good night, three masters, you have worked hard! I am Hu Ziyu myself, and this is definitely my corpse!" As he blurted out the words, he felt as if he was shooting a supernatural short film with both curiosity and funny elements, and Hu Ziyu couldn't help laughing.
Linghong nudged his side with his elbow, indicating that he should "try to be serious" at this time.
"Sorry." Hu Ziyu said.
He suddenly remembered that if even his internal organs were repaired intact, he could ask the hospital to help remove them and transplant them to patients in need.
So he put the microphone close to his mouth again and said forcefully: "Well... my organs should still be usable. Can you contact a doctor to come and remove them? Even though he has been dead for five days..." Ling Hong nodded and said, "They are still usable, just like those taken from a living body, but these mortals probably don't dare to take them." "Wait, there seems to be some rustling sound coming from the ceiling... No, no, it comes from above my head!" The male master made up his mind to shake the foreman's arm, but the foreman seemed to have his soul hooked away, and the whole person was stunned and unable to make any response.
"Is this my imagination?" the female teacher approached the two male colleagues. "This corpse... seems to be asking us to remove its organs..."
"It's time to wrap up. You try to send a lightning strike that doesn't knock anyone out, and I'll take control of the building's lights," Ling Hong said. This approach was the maximum permitted by the "Regulations on Apparitions."
"Got it. A typical lightning bolt releases about 5000 million joules of electrical energy. I'll keep it within 5000 joules." Hu Ziyu gathered power in his palm and sent a lightning bolt crashing down the center of the screen. Simultaneously, the entire Banqiao Funeral Home lost power. Five minutes later, the power returned to normal, leaving only the fluorescent tubes in various rooms flickering at the same intervals and frequency for about a quarter of an hour.
It's Morse code.
The flash hit the male foreman right on the top of his head. Having retired from the army, he suddenly came to his senses and intuitively felt that this must be the message the deceased wanted to convey. He quickly pushed aside his male and female colleagues on both sides, grabbed the paper and pen on the workbench, and hurriedly wrote down the English letters.
The female master's English was relatively good, and she was able to translate it completely in a short while: "Listen up to me, foolish mortals. My name is Hu Ziyu, and I am the New Rabbit God of the Moon Palace in Heaven. You need to build temples for me, recruit believers, accumulate virtue and incense, as conditions for intercourse, I will ensure that you will live a peaceful life and find love soon." The other male master also reacted quickly. Although there was a big bulge in his pants, he immediately took out his mobile phone, turned on the live broadcast, and broadcast it to major platforms simultaneously.
After learning the content of the code, Hu Ziyu was completely dumbfounded.
"Master Hong, are you sure this isn't too much?" He felt that he had done great harm to others and threw Mike to the corner of the Zen room.
"Also, the term 'getting rid of singleness as soon as possible' should be interpreted more narrowly. Let's just bless the 'LGBT community'."
"Who are they?" Ling Hong curled his lips.
"This is the fault of mortals who don't understand the Rabbit God's duties. If you worship the wrong god, there's a 'transfer jurisdiction' button on the prayer app. Just click it and transfer it to Yue Lao Temple.
Regarding the Morse code part, I've consulted several civil servants from the Apparition Association, and there will be no penalties." Hu Ziyu thought to himself that the most difficult mathematical problem in the world is not the Goldbach conjecture, but the total psychological shadow area of the cadaver restorers at this moment.
Linghong picked up Mike and put him into the storage app.
"All in all, the test results were pretty good. I can give this store a five-star review online. Also, Volume 10 sounds loud at first glance, but that's in a small room. The day after tomorrow, we're going to be amplifying a 2,000-square-foot gymnasium. I think the volume will have to be at least set to Volume 25."
Hu Ziyu’s farewell ceremony, memorial concert PART 3 and ghost marriage ceremony were held on the third floor of the A University Comprehensive Gymnasium.
The third floor of the gymnasium houses a multi-purpose sports field, boasting a 23-meter-high ceiling. The combined capacity of the stands below the stage and on both sides can accommodate up to 5,000 people. To prevent gatherings and disturbances by the Love Family group, Yuan Tianqi and his team specially printed invitations and exclusive press passes, mage passes, and performer passes. Those without these credentials were denied entry.
In addition, he also hired more than a dozen temporary private security guards, and the police station under the Daan Police Precinct also allocated several police officers to engage in security work.
In the heavenly realm, in addition to dispatching members of his security department, the Moon God also requested administrative assistance from the City God Temple. Wan Taian, as the chief Tiger Lord of the Taiwan and Fujian regions, also asked his master for help. The True Lord Langhua was originally a martial god guarding the East China Sea, so he had to show up this time.
What the gods are worried about is naturally not the actions of mortals like the Love Family Group, but the possibility that the magical powers of immortals will run wild, the situation will get out of control, causing disasters or spreading rumors that should not be spread.
Therefore, the City God Temple's Inspection Division dispatched a night patrol team to help monitor human activity. The Land Administration Temple also dispatched its Taiwan-Fujian branch and a Tiger God spirit to guard the NTU campus. Although unpaid, the Dragon King Temple volunteered to form a patrol team and waited for orders within the Jade Rabbit Temple. Liang Yanqi and his henchman, Bai Yuzhan, and others rode police motorcycles, lurking between the gymnasium's entrances and exits. Their PADs had already been set to radio mode, allowing them to communicate with their companions at all times.
"Tiger, the tuberose is calling." Bai Yuzhan said.
"Tiger No. 2 is answering you." The one who replied was Wan Taian's clone, while the real body stayed on the guest sofa in the Jade Rabbit Temple, waiting to appear in front of everyone with Hu Ziyu's spirit body.
"The current location of Tuberose is the main entrance. The Gay and Lesbian Self-Empowerment Alliance and the Queer Studies Society have arrived on the first floor of the gymnasium."
"Got it, report back to the headquarters immediately." The headquarters refers to Ling Hong, the assistant officer of Yutu Temple. He is in charge of all the plans on the night of the apparition. When, who and what to do are all subject to his guidance and dispatch.
Hui and She were invited by Yuan Tianqi to host the red and white banquets. Their entrance meant that the MIX concert was about to end, followed by the wedding and funeral.
Inside the Jade Rabbit Temple, Ling Hong specifically asked the Twelve Golden Hairpins to clear a wall so that the image of the Guanfan Mirror could be magnified and projected onto the wall.
Hu Ziyu rubbed his sweaty palms back and forth, muttering to himself: "Relax, relax, no matter how the spirit appears, it won't be as scary as the Tesla driven by Boss Dahong..."
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