This was the golden light of merit. Just as Lin Yan blessed Teacher Feng, merit was divided from her and floated towards Teacher Feng.
With this merit, Teacher Feng's afterlife would surely be as Lin Yan had said, free from illness and disaster.
Upon seeing this golden light, He had already completely trusted Lin Yan, and was also happy that He could trust Lin Yan and bring Lin Yan to see her.
The sunset slowly disappeared beyond the mountains, and nightfall quietly occupied the entire sky. Lin Yan was now beside Teacher Feng's grave.
This was not really a grave at all. There was no mound, and it was in the middle of the road. This was a path from the village to the outside world, and people walked on it every day.
Thinking that Teacher Feng's remains were trampled by people every day, she couldn't help but hate those inhuman things even more.
Her coffin had already been dug out, and Lin Yan had cleaned all the messy things on the coffin.
Upon opening the coffin, a corpse with disheveled hair covering its face was revealed. Lin Yan reached out, pushed aside the hair covering the face, and saw her eyes, which were not closed.
Lin Yan was not afraid at all. She took out scissors wrapped in talismans and, bit by bit, cut and pulled out the stitches on her mouth.
Her body showed no signs of decay, and there was not even the stench of a corpse when the coffin was opened. The thick resentment gathered within her body, preventing it from decaying.
However, when Lin Yan saw the stitches on her mouth, her heart filled with infinite pity for Teacher Feng.
The rice husks in her mouth were cleaned out bit by bit. The figure floating on the other side of the pit also became clearer.
Lin Yan finally saw the figure that had always been blurry. She did not resemble her appearance at the time of her death.
Her hair, though lifted by the yin energy, was neat and spread behind her head. Her face, apart from the wound from the stitches on her mouth, was unmarked.
Even in death, she wanted to maintain her best appearance. How could she tolerate being treated like this?
"Teacher Feng, I have cleaned out the rice husks from your mouth. When you meet the judge of the underworld later, state your grievances and obtain the writ of debt.
The merit you have will help him, and it will also keep you clear-headed. Please remain rational when seeking revenge. Death is sometimes the easiest thing.
Remember, they are not worth you losing your next life for," Lin Yan reminded Teacher Feng again.
"I understand. Thank you, Lin Yan," Teacher Feng's voice was very gentle. Although Lin Yan had not interacted with her much, she could feel what a good person she was.
"I will not lose myself again for these people. I must see them pay the price. Whether in the mortal world or the underworld."
After hearing her, Lin Yan took out her talisman brush, mobilized her spiritual energy, and drew a talisman in the air.
As soon as the talisman brush moved, Lin Yan felt her spiritual energy surging madly towards it.
This was the first time Lin Yan had drawn this talisman, and also the first time she had opened a passage to the underworld.
Fortunately, Lin Yan persisted and completed the last stroke, opening the passage to the underworld.
Thick yin energy, devoid of any resentment, floated from the passage. Lin Yan immediately turned to Teacher Feng: "Now is the time, Teacher Feng, hurry in!"
Upon hearing her words, Teacher Feng directly entered the passage.
After she disappeared into the passage, Lin Yan collapsed to the ground, feeling weak.
"Are you alright?" The Mountain God floated over.
"I'm fine, just a bit drained," Lin Yan slowly sat up, then took out a white piece of paper from her backpack and began writing on it with her talisman brush.
Wei Wanru also floated over and saw Lin Yan writing down what those people had said. Every word, without any alteration.
She had accompanied Lin Yan when questioning those people, so she knew what they had said.
"What are you writing this for?" Wei Wanru didn't understand why Lin Yan was still writing these things when she was so tired.
"This is a confession. Although they only spoke the truth under the influence of my talisman, it is indeed the truth. I need to hand it over to the authorities."
Lin Yan wrote more than one copy. Confessions written with a talisman brush could travel to the underworld.
Lin Yan knew that the underworld had the Book of Life and Death, which recorded many things, but it was still not as direct as such a confession.
To appeal in the underworld, Lin Yan could not help in other ways, so she could only help her with such a confession.
She hoped that a confession written by a person with great merit like herself would be taken more seriously by the underworld.
Not knowing when Teacher Feng would return, Lin Yan, upon recovering her strength, bid farewell to the Mountain God and prepared to go back to meet the person in charge outside.
The Mountain God did not stop her. Lin Yan could not do anything more by staying here. Teacher Feng had already gone to the underworld, and He should return to His temple to await His punishment.
Teacher Feng's appeal in the underworld would surely bring the fact that He had helped her to the attention of His superiors. A small Mountain God like Him meddling in mortal feuds, and even helping a vengeful spirit to trap humans, would surely not be overlooked.
But as long as it could help Teacher Feng, He did not regret it.
"Mountain God, you don't need to worry. I will share your punishment with you. After all, I also helped Teacher Feng, didn't I? If those people knew about this, they wouldn't blame you for trapping them in the mountains."
After speaking, Lin Yan bowed to the Mountain God and then walked out.
Outside the thick fog, quite a few people were still waiting.
"Has this fog thinned a bit?" someone suddenly said.
The others also looked at the dense fog and found that it seemed to have indeed thinned. The outlines of the trees and rocks in the fog were faintly visible.
At this moment, a figure gradually emerged from the dense fog. The figure grew closer and clearer.
"It's Master Lin, Master Lin is out."
Everyone perked up and immediately moved closer.
"Master Lin, you're out." Someone quickly came over, draped a coat over Lin Yan, and handed her a cup of hot water. Lin Yan held the cup of hot water and walked with them towards the camp.
The camp was brightly lit. Lin Yan sat on a chair brought by the people who stayed behind, eating a late dinner.
The person in charge sat next to Lin Yan, looking at the confession Lin Yan had brought out. The more he read, the tighter his brows furrowed.
He truly couldn't believe that such things could still happen in modern society. He was also a father, and he couldn't imagine how devastated Teacher Feng's parents must have been when they learned of their daughter's death.
They hadn't even seen their daughter one last time. Their good daughter had gone out, and her remains were not even found.
These people were too ignorant, ignorant and malicious. Such people did not deserve to live in this world.