After everything was arranged, everyone stepped back.
The corpse of Elder Shen was seated cross-legged in the ancestral hall, with his arms drooping onto his knees, and his eyes staring straight ahead.
He looked like a Daoist meditating and cultivating.
Living people are one thing.
But such an image of a dead person truly sent shivers down one's spine.
This was the first time Li Yan had seen such a technique.
Sha Lifei couldn't help but ask, "Daoist master, what is this about? Aren't you going to recite scriptures to send the soul to heaven?"
"How could I possess such abilities?"
Wang Daoxuan shook his head slightly, his expression solemn, "This method is called 'binding the corpse,' and it's to understand what exactly Elder Shen's lingering obsession is."
"Master Shen, get some hemp rope and bring over a square table. Send someone to look around the Shen household for any deceased cats, dogs, or crows and bring back the bodies."
