Corpse Recovery Diver-Chapter 571 - 105

The temple was secluded and within the courtyard lay an ancient well, its opening covered by a slab of green stone, on which a Dharani Sutra quilt was spread. Chains reached from the well’s edge to the hands of the Arhat statues at each of the four corners.

An elder monk with a white beard was meditating cross-legged in front of the well.

This area was not open to tourists, and recently the abbot had explicitly ordered the monks not to approach it.

As the sun set in the west, the monk’s shadow stretched long until another figure stepped upon it.

The monk opened his eyes and exhaled with relief: "Liu, you’ve finally arrived."

Aunt Liu threw the big bag in her hand to the ground, walked over to one of the Arhat stone statues, grabbed one of the chains, and yanked it back.

With a "clattering" sound, the other three chains moved in unison, and the four stones blocking the well’s mouth were moved aside.

Aunt Liu approached the edge of the well, lifted off the Dharani Sutra quilt, casually threw it to the ground, and then with a "bang," she kicked over the top green stone slab.

The monk did not speak much, but silently picked up the scripture quilt.

Aunt Liu did not rush to descend into the well but instead looked at the monk and asked, "Why are you still here?"

The monk replied, "Since Liu has entrusted something here, it is only right that I personally help guard it."

"Meddling."

"Liu, this well belongs to the temple."

"During the Qianlong era, the Dragon King of the Liu Family sealed the Corpse Demon in this well, and then commanded their servants to build a temple here for its guardianship. If you think about it, the first abbot of this temple, your sect’s ancestor monk, worshiped the Dragon King of the Liu Family. So, shouldn’t this temple belong to the Liu Family?"

The monk: "Liu’s words are most just."

"Heh, I thought you old monk would say ’that was then, this is now’."

"I dare not," the monk answered frankly, "I have not yet perfected my worldly practice and have no face to see the Buddha."

"Step aside."

The monk raised his hand: "Please, Liu, collect that item first."

Aunt Liu waved her hand, and a dark shadow burst out from a corner, scrambled to Aunt Liu’s feet, then climbed up and settled into the palm of her hand. With a reverse swoop of her hand, the item disappeared from sight.

The monk let out a long sigh, got up, and left with the scripture quilt.

His duty was to watch over something, but not what lay beneath the well, rather something that was set up at the well’s edge.

If that item ever got out of control and wreaked havoc, he feared his whole temple—every one of them—would turn pitch-black and collectively head to the Western Paradise to meet the Buddha.

After the old monk left, Aunt Liu jumped into the well and soon pulled out Yin Meng, stark naked.

Placed by the edge of the well, Aunt Liu caressed her nails and a strange fragrance wafted out, reaching Yin Meng’s nose.

Yin Meng opened her eyes.

"Master..."

"From this moment on, revert to the address you used before."

"Aunt Liu."

Aunt Liu nodded, her fingers gliding on Yin Meng’s smooth skin, and with a smile she said, 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"Now you look like a girl from Sichuan and Chongqing is supposed to."

Yin Meng asked, "Didn’t you say I needed to soak for a whole day and night?"

There was no girl who could resist the temptation of improving her complexion.

"Someone asked me to fish you out early."

Yin Meng promptly nodded: "That makes sense."

"I’ve brought you several sets of clothes. Pick one to wear for now, take the rest with you. Your original clothes are too plain, even country aunts dress more stylishly than you."

Yin Meng chose a set of clothes from the bag, put them on, stood up straight, flipped her wet hair back with both hands, and exuded an air of youthful nonchalance; she was indeed very young.

"Aunt Liu, thank you."

Grandpa is a male, and since her parents left early in her life, Yin Meng found a sense of motherhood in Aunt Liu.

"No need to thank me, I’m just doing what I should," replied Aunt Liu, stretching languidly. She did not feel much reluctance in her heart, just boundless relief. These past days she had been truly worn out.

"Meng Meng, remember, when you look for a partner, find someone who can cook."

"Mhm."

"And if you end up with the wrong person, you cook him a meal yourself."

...

Yin Meng returned to the Liu family, pushed open the yard door and walked in, only to see Li Zhiyuan and Alii sitting under the flower trellis, both boy and girl staring up, treating the starry sky as a chessboard.

Li Zhiyuan shifted his gaze, glanced at Yin Meng, then looked back to the chess game, but still released a two-word judgment:

"Turned pale."

Yin Meng smiled, asking, "Have you eaten?"

Li Zhiyuan: "What an odd question, it’s kind of scary."

Yin Meng hastily explained: "No, no, Aunt Liu went out to buy groceries, she should be back to cook soon."

"That’s for the old lady and Alii. We probably won’t have time to eat." As he spoke, Li Zhiyuan’s gaze drifted toward the path from which Tan Wenbin was seen running toward them.

"Brother Xiao Yuan, I’ve arranged everything."

"You’ve worked hard, Brother Binbin."

Li Zhiyuan turned to Alii: "I need to step out, I will bring you a gift when I return."

Alii nodded.

Li Zhiyuan’s gaze fell upon the Bone Ring on his left ring finger. He really liked this ring, but regrettably, his body was still growing and eventually, the ring would no longer fit.

But no matter, he could just rummage through the corpse ash again.

As the young man stepped outside the door, he paused to look back, and the girl under the trellis was still watching him.

Li Zhiyuan touched his face.

He was mentally prepared, knowing that in the coming time, the skin of his own body would once again become taut.

The young man took strides forward.

Tan Wenbin and Yin Meng exchanged glances behind him, both understanding each other’s sentiment through their eyes:

Brother Xiao Yuan was going to be away from Alii for a while. We have to be careful and avoid mistakes, especially foolish ones.

The arrangements by Tan Wenbin were meticulous.