Chapter 1213 - 417: Bringing Home a Deity, the Reason (5k)_3

If this were in ancient times, it would be even more so.

"May I ask, where did you learn this?"

"I told you, everyone can do it."

"Oh, I was being nosy."

Feng Yao took the spoon and finished the remaining half pot, patting his belly and leaning back in the chair.

"Haven’t eaten a satisfying meal in days, finally feeling comfortable now."

"Find me a reason these days, I need to visit the headquarters and meet the General Director."

"That’s simple, there’s so much going on in the Scorching Sun Department, finding a reason to invite you, one that you must go, is simple. Just wait for the notice."

Feng Yao didn’t ask more, nor did he ask about what Wen Yan was carrying on his back.

Wen Yan finished his trip and returned home.

He glanced into the basement, sighed, there was no room anymore.

He went to the underground hive, found a spot facing south on the first floor, against the wall, and set up an offering table again without anyone’s help, tinkering there all night.

Finally, he had all the offering tables set up, and after cleaning the tables and chairs, he took out the red packet from his back and placed Old Zhu’s tablet on the offering table.

Then he placed an incense burner he brought back from Fuyu Mountain in front of the elevated tablet.

He lit the incense, and after making offerings, he said.

"Here are all my friends and family; if I were to place your tablet separately, it wouldn’t be appropriate.

I’m sure you wouldn’t mind this kind of arrangement."

Wen Yan went along and made offerings to several family members as well.

Anyway, since he was offering to Old Zhu, it made no sense not to, no matter how you look at it.

After all this, the day broke, and he went to the living room to join for breakfast.

After the meal, he lay on the sofa, squinted for a while, and when he opened his eyes, he realized he was in a dream.

Grandma stood outside the door, looking at Wen Yan with a bit of resignation.

"Grandma, why are you standing here?"

"Since you’ve brought this one back, how would I dare to sit nearby?"

"Everyone who comes to my house is an elder."

"You may feel that way, but I can’t do that, it would seem improper."

"Grandma, who’s at home that would follow outside rules? Old Zhu’s family never strictly followed outside rules, right?"

"That’s true..."

Grandma pulled Wen Yan to sit on a chair in the courtyard.

"What happened?"

"Something did happen, but I’m only guessing, not too sure."

"Tell me about it, I’ll find someone to ask for you."

"Is it alright to say it here?"

"In other places, maybe not." Grandma glanced around the environment and at Wen Yan’s home: "But here, still in your home, it’s fine."

Wen Yan, having kept it in for quite a while, finally spoke about the strange ghost he encountered.

"Wait, I’ll find someone to ask for you. Last time, you really helped them big time, almost lost your life. This time, it’s just asking for some information."

"Not really..."

"What’s wrong with that, you went out risking your life, almost lost it. Wait, if anything happens, I’ll reach out to you."

Just as Wen Yan was about to say something more, he woke up.

He pondered Grandma’s words, that in the dream, within his home’s range, he need not worry about what he was concerned about, he could speak freely?

So, this is an absolute safe zone?

Wen Yan waited two more days, everything remained calm, except for a call to the Director, which gave quite a fright, prompting the Director to visit personally, assuring him everything at the funeral home was stable, and since he was injured, he should focus on recovery. If six months aren’t enough, they’d grant a year’s paid leave, which he had the right to do.

Two days later, he received a call from the Fourth Great-uncle Master.

"Hello, Wen Yan, are you busy these days?"

"Not busy, Fourth Great-uncle Master, feel free to instruct."

"Here’s the thing, there’s a meeting on the Scorching Sun Department’s side, and our Fuyu Mountain has to send someone to participate. Us old folks don’t want to bother.

Originally, your Senior Brother Qin was going, but he’s got a last-minute task these days, can’t make it.

Sending someone else from our Fuyu Mountain might seem a bit dismissive, so you should go."

"Alright then, when is it?"

"The meeting is tomorrow, and it’s about discussing the issues related to the initial promotion of certain things in the current stage of Spiritual Qi Resurgence.

Apart from some policy-related matters, other issues might be related to the martial path. It would be more appropriate for someone involved in martial training, not us.

Your Grand Uncle Master said you can fully represent Fuyu Mountain in all matters.

You can approve anything you find suitable.

You can reject anything you find unsuitable."

"Got it, I understand."

After hanging up the phone, within a few minutes, he received an official electronic invitation letter.

A proper, official meeting, set up several days in advance with a fixed time and place, indeed inviting Fuyu Mountain.

Feng Yao wasn’t wrong at all, finding a legitimate, impeccable reason for him to visit the headquarters was indeed simple.

If he hadn’t known in advance, he would have missed the fact that Feng Yao arranged this.

Or, perhaps this wasn’t even an arrangement, it was originally supposed to be his turn.

Wen Yan waited another two days, still no changes, he surmised that those behind the scenes were indeed laying low, or perhaps they were confident, not believing Wen Yan had the ability to know and respond in such situations.

He was actually worried that the forgotten memories at that time might return, swallowed by them and then spit back out.

If that were the case, then they would definitely know he has a method to respond.

Being under such leverage, surely they would panic, it’s impossible to do nothing.

With nothing changing now, it’s highly likely his odd reaction back then was simply a side effect from him using that chart to interfere with the normal process.

The nature of these two scenarios is entirely different.