Chapter 1656 - 301:

After chopping the firewood, Run Sheng neatly stacked it against the wall.

He clapped his hands, turned around, and looked inside the house.

Only to see Mr. Shan with tears streaming down his face.

"Grandpa, you..."

"Marquis Runsheng, it's me who's been a burden to you!"

"No, Grandpa, it has nothing to do with you."

"If it's not because of me, then what is it? You can't possibly argue with that girl Meng Meng. I know you, it must be because of me. Just like Marquis Sanjiang said, I'm the one who's not good enough, holding you back so you couldn't start a family, oh dear!"

"Grandpa, you're giving yourself too much credit."

Mr. Shan: "..."

Run Sheng scratched his head. He wasn't mocking his grandpa; instead, Yin Meng couldn't come back because of Emperor Fengdu, and it had nothing to do with an ordinary old corpse recovery diver in Nantong.

Mr. Shan's sobbing was interrupted by Run Sheng, and instead he asked:

"She stayed at the old home. Why did you return to Nantong?"

"I'll go get her, but for now, I don't have the ability. I need to wait until I've made something of myself."

Mr. Shan's face turned bitter. Yes, it's still due to our poor family conditions, it's still because of him.

"Marquis Runsheng, why don't you go to the Mountain City again, plead and beg, girls are soft-hearted, maybe..."

"Grandpa, I can't persuade her now."

With the Eighteen Layers of Hell barring the way, the current me can't make it through.

Mr. Shan stopped drinking his porridge, went into the bedroom, lay on the straw mat, and curled up with his face inward and hands under his head.

"Grandpa, everything's sorted out, I'm heading back. There's still stuff to do at Mr. Li's place."

Mr. Shan raised his hand to wave it, then put it back down.

Run Sheng rode off on a tricycle.

Lying there for who knows how long, someone outside came calling: "Uncle Shan, Uncle Shan, let's go play cards, come play cards!"

Mr. Shan didn't respond at first, so the person outside moved from the main room's door to the bedroom window and shouted inside through the screen:

"Uncle Shan, what are you sleeping for, this fine morning? Come play cards!"

Mr. Shan shot up, his eyes red, shouting at the person outside the window:

"Play cards, play cards, play your damn cards, I'm never playing cards again!"

...

After his morning walk, Li Sanjiang felt more energetic, but his tailbone hurt even more.

"Oh, ouch, ouch!"

He cried out in pain as he sat down, but when looking at Little Yuanhou, he immediately held back, fearing criticism.

Li Zhiyuan didn't scold him. Instead, he helped the grandmaster lie on his side on the cane chair on the terrace, then went inside to grab a pillow and placed it underneath him.

In this way, the grandmaster could rest his head on his right hand, hold a cigarette in his left, and watch the scenery while chatting with villagers passing by on the road across the wheat field.

Often, neither party could actually hear what the other was shouting, but there wasn't anything important to discuss, and the purpose of chatting might simply be to chat.

Li Zhiyuan walked into his own room, where Alii was standing behind the desk, already starting to paint.

Without the intrusion of lazy dogs or the body, this time's composition was quite simple.

Li Zhiyuan had already discerned the outline of the background, a tiny version of himself standing on a platform, in front of him, the enormous, towering Emperor Fengdu.

Considering this painting had both collection and browsing demand, the Emperor Fengdu's head wouldn't appear in the painting. The top of the scroll featured a gray cloud layer and the faintly visible neck of the emperor, while the emperor's feet could be painted below, with a Buddha replaced by a golden light further down.

Ultimately, it still fell on Li Zhiyuan.

In the past, painting Zou Jiang records didn't require this much trouble, as anything that could be painted Li Zhiyuan had basically taken care of.

These two, the young man couldn't handle them for now.

Alii continued drawing, while Li Zhiyuan walked to his desk, bent down, and pulled out a volume of "Righteous Demon Extermination Records."

All the books the young man had read were basically imprinted in his mind, but Wei Zhengdao liked to write books with Buddha Skin Paper. The feel while flipping through them couldn't be rivaled by memory alone; even just the scent was enough to overpower one.

Wei Zhengdao was well-versed in various paths; Li Zhiyuan specifically focused on the talisman armor chapter here.

In the past, Li Zhiyuan found talisman armor to be of low cost-effectiveness. First of all, its crafting process was intricate, and the materials were even harder to gather; secondly, it required a "spirit" to maneuver, insulated from the outside world.

This meant that after deploying the talisman armor, Li Zhiyuan had to find a strong spiritual body to enter and manipulate it. During this time, he would lose control over this spirit and couldn't directly infuse power into the talisman armor.

Not to mention, using the talisman armor demanded the practitioner to possess significant proficiency in puppetry techniques.

Considering all these constraints, the talisman armor wasn't just impractical...it was only suitable for specific circumstances where it deserved special treatment.

Now, Li Zhiyuan had found the vinegar for this dumpling.

The three talisman armors, when not deployed, could be stored in a small box, about the size of three decks of playing cards, making them suitable to carry around.

This was perfect for "Zeng and Sun General."

Once the talisman armors were released, they formed puppets, then inviting Zeng and Sun General to descend meant having three guardians at his disposal anytime.

Wei Zhengdao wrote the crafting process above in detail, and Li Zhiyuan was confident he could quickly overcome the challenges with Alii; it's just the materials...

Currently, the only way for Li Zhiyuan to acquire high-end materials was through Grandma Liu instructing Aunt Liu to specially craft ancestral tablets.

But relying on this method to obtain all the materials for crafting talisman armors was almost impossible unless he had access to a large family treasure vault to freely choose genuine or substitute items.

Fortunately, Li Zhiyuan had already reserved such a treasure vault.