Corpse Recovery Diver

"They're dead."

Tan Wenbin flicked his palm, the folded booklet snapped open, went "tat-tat-tat" as it hit the floor, and didn't stop there—kept unrolling forward, stretching longer and longer.

The recitation went on all the way until dusk before it finally ended.

There were a lot of rules, and very detailed ones too. Even though Tan Wenbin had compiled them himself, Lin Shuyou's wisdom was distilled throughout.

Still, as long as the overall redistribution of Merit got bigger, these Yin Gods didn't care that the rules were multiplying.

On top of that, after finishing the rules, Tan Wenbin added a "vision for the future" segment.

He wasn't shooting blanks or randomly painting pretty pictures. Every Yin God present had existed for a long time; they all understood that, if things continued to develop under this new model and no external force suddenly came in to smash it, then the next few decades would be a booming period for the Official General Head Temple.

Immediate gains plus long‑term prospects—this combo was enough to pull these Yin Gods' minds back into line.

No matter which power they threw in with, no one else could offer such tempting terms.

Because Li Zhiyuan fundamentally had no intention of siphoning profit from here; instead, he helped them topple the previous Bodhisattva and replace it with a "new Bodhisattva" who believed Merit shouldn't be handed upward.

The reason the young man stepped in to reorganize the Official General Head Temple,

first, was because he needed Zeng and Sun to work part‑time for him,

second, was to reward Lin Shuyou, who had been diligent and conscientious all along.

Of course, you could tack on two more airy reasons:

One was to hit the Bodhisattva's forces, which aligned with the interests of the Heavenly Dao and the Great Emperor—especially since that Bodhisattva had tried to calculate against him before;

The other was that, from the very beginning, Li Zhiyuan was annoyed by that whole phenomenon of Yin Gods not treating Divination Children as people.

Tan Wenbin folded the booklet back up, slapped it into his palm—"pa!"—and actually produced the effect of a courtroom gavel.

So he went along with it and cracked a joke:

"Alright, court dismissed."

"Thump, thump, thump!"

"Thump, thump, thump!"

The statues collectively made a neat clattering sound.

They'd already sensed that the young man was someone they absolutely could not defy, and that this man before them was the one actually steering their future fortunes.

So, who knows which Yin God, whose past‑life memories had stuck around a bit too clearly, started the chant, and then the rest all joined in:

"Migh‑ty~~~"

"Migh‑ty~~~"

Tan Wenbin laughed.

When you grow stronger and stronger, you realize that everyone you meet becomes lovable—even the gods.

Looking at this scene, and remembering how the child at the Official General Head Temple had first met them with his nose in the air, arrogant as hell, it suddenly hit him how far everyone had already come, following Brother Xiao Yuan all this way.

He turned around, walked down the stairs, and came to the hall below.

Earlier, Tan Wenbin had deliberately not gone to undo the bindings on the "loyal generals" locked up here—after all, things had to be arranged in batches.

The people imprisoned here had sensed the upheaval above their heads. They'd waited for a long time, and finally, the new "shot‑caller" showed up.

Tan Wenbin dragged over a chair and sat down, letting them remain in their "prisoners at the foot of the stairs" status while he talked with them.

Going forward, the old temple would be stripped of its influence over the secular Official General Head Temple, and downgraded from the original "ancestral court" to a specialized Official General Head Children Palace for training young Divination Children.

Also, the Lin Family would be relocating into the old temple, essentially taking over as the core.

This was basically the "Lin Family Temple" being absorbed as a small sect into a larger one. The "Lin Family Temple" itself wouldn't be dismantled: Chen Shoumen would represent the secular Official General Lineage, while the Lin Family represented the ancestral‑court line, though both would ultimately belong to the Nantong Sect.

As for the people locked up here, Tan Wenbin treated them generously: anyone willing to stay on and run things at the old temple could remain; if they didn't want to, they were free to go down the mountain and open doors, build temples in the secular world—no one was going to stop them.

In the end, the vast majority chose to stay at the old temple; only a few decided to descend the mountain.

No one went the "swear to disobey and die in resistance" route, because the Bodhisattva was still the Bodhisattva, the official was still the official. As long as the outer shell and face were intact, these "loyal generals" could still talk themselves into feeling okay about it.

That's the advantage of holding the moral high ground—you can absorb and convert the other side's power with maximum efficiency.

Unlike that idiot Tidings, who just had to shove everyone's head down and make them recognize a beast as their boss.

After opening the cages and releasing the prisoners, Tan Wenbin walked out of the hall.

Now that things here were arranged, he still needed to head over to the Lin Family Temple and set things up there as well.

Isn't that exactly what the Dragon King's man at the prow is supposed to do—holler orders and handle all this?

Outside, there was a sleeping bag; Brother Xiao Yuan had probably slept here for a bit, but he wasn't around now.

Chen Jing had eaten the "big mixed stew" and run into trouble.

The demon beasts' malice before they died miserably had lingered in their blood, and on top of that, he'd eaten such a mishmash of it, with that powerful lion mixed in there as well. So when Chen Jing extracted and absorbed the essence blood, unsurprisingly… he went into Qigong Deviation.

Xu Ming had both hands on Chen Jing's shoulders, vines sprouting one by one, binding and suppressing him.

Li Zhiyuan pressed his index and middle fingers together and set them against the spot between Chen Jing's brows.

But that kind of unconscious ferocity was nothing compared to the personality influence Li Zhiyuan had endured before—it didn't even register.

Back at the Zhao Family Ancestral Mansion, after Li Zhiyuan successfully reversed the Black Book Secret Technique, he'd completely opened up a path in this aspect.

Chen Jing's condition now looked critical and dangerous to others, but to the young man it was just like having a previously emptied, quiet fishpond—and this was a chance to collect a bit more feed to toss in.

Very soon, clarity returned to Chen Jing's eyes.

"Thank you… Brother Yuan."

"It's fine. Keep eating."

Standing behind him, Xu Ming's face showed undisguised shock. Since when could something as dangerous and troublesome as Qigong Deviation be handled so casually, like it was nothing at all?