I cultivate the Purple Mansion Golden Elixir Dao on Earth

Minjiang City.

This was the first time Lin Yu had set foot here again in several days since entering the Baiyang Temple.

But he wasn't on this trip for leisure; he had important business to attend to.

Lin Yu appeared on the streets of the old city of Minjiang, walking slowly forward along a dusty road.

Despite not walking at a high pace, the speed seemed inexplicably rapid.

Despite walking through the dust, not a speck of dust gets on their bodies.

Finally, it stopped in front of a store.

A black stone plaque with white characters reading "Tongcai Fushoutang" hung above the shop entrance. Lin Yu looked at the plaque, smiled slightly, and went inside.

……

Zheng Tongcai sat on a small stool, leaning against the head of the coffin, his eyes slightly narrowed as he stared intently at his phone.

In the video app, a scantily clad, hot young woman is constantly winking at viewers outside the screen, while the screen is already adorned with various gift effects and VIP treatment levels.

As rockets soared and fireworks burst on the screen, the woman's movements became increasingly outrageous, her gaze more and more seductive, which aroused Zheng Tongcai's increasingly strong reaction. He couldn't help but stick out his belly and straighten his back—

"Thump!"

"--Ouch!"

Zheng Tongcai clutched the back of his head, nearly falling off the stool.

Even though he didn't suffer a concussion, the pain was excruciating, instantly extinguishing all his desires.

"What bad luck... how could I have forgotten there was a coffin behind me!"

Zheng Tongcai rubbed the bruises on the back of his head and sighed as he stood up from the stool.

He looked around and saw that the huge room was filled with various funeral items and coffins.

To save electricity, the lights in the back room were not turned on, making it dark.

Coupled with the smells of coffins, tung oil, and lacquer, an atmosphere that makes one feel uneasy arises spontaneously.

"well……"

Zheng Tongcai sighed again, this time even more disheartened than before.

He was nearly forty years old and had little formal education. He took over his family's ancestral business of funeral coffins as soon as he came of age.

The Zheng family has a history of over a hundred years. Their ancestors made a living by making coffins in the suburbs of Minjiang City a hundred years ago.

Over the past century, the world has been in chaos, wars have broken out frequently, many families have fallen into ruin, and countless ordinary people have lost their lives.

But the Zheng family, on the contrary, made a living by their excellent coffin-making skills, and they have been doing so to this day.

"My dear grandson...you must remember, college graduates may not be able to find jobs, government officials may end up in dire straits, and wealthy people may fall into ruin—but there will always be people who die in this world, so there will always be food for us!"

Zheng Tongcai still remembers when he first took over the family business, his grandfather proudly patted his chest and said this while teaching him how to make coffins.

At that time, he regarded this statement as gospel and had no doubt about it.

After Zheng Tongcai took over the family business, he was even more proud of himself. In order to make the brand famous, he changed the ordinary three characters "coffin shop" on the family business signboard to the low-key and meaningful "Tongcai Fushoutang"!

...But who could have predicted what would happen next?

Who could have imagined that the world would change like this?

Who would have thought that cremation would become the mainstream practice these days?

"Grandpa, can you believe it? More and more people are dying of old age these days, but fewer and fewer people are buying coffins."

"Our 'Fushoutang' business is now mainly making money from funeral expenses and brokerage fees for hiring people to chant sutras for the deceased! All the coffins we sell throughout the year are disposable coffins for cremation!"

"Now, forget about inheriting the family business, I can't even find a wife. All I do is drool over female anchors every day... In a few years, I'm afraid I'll have no choice but to pack up, sell my shops, and find a place to lie down!"

Thinking of this, Zheng Tongcai couldn't help but feel resentment towards his grandfather, who was eighty years old, still vigorous and agile, but who one morning suddenly collapsed and passed away.

Thinking about his current situation, he couldn't help but sigh.

However, at that moment, light footsteps came from the front hall, accompanied by a greeting that was neither too loud nor too soft.

"Is anyone here...? Is the boss here?"

Zheng Tongcai hurriedly turned off his phone, put it in his pocket, forced a smile at the newcomer, and said loudly:

"Yes, this is it!"

The next second, a hand parted the curtain leading to the back room, and a middle-aged man walked in.

"Huh?"

Zheng Tongcai was stunned for a moment.

He was a middle-aged man who wasn't particularly handsome, but gave him a very strange feeling.

Although his features were not particularly striking, he possessed an otherworldly air about him.

Even in the dimly lit back room, one could glimpse his extraordinary qualities.

The middle-aged man stood quietly in the back hall, in front of a large pile of coffins and funeral items, but he was not panicked, nor did he show any unusual expression because of the smell here.

He simply looked at Zheng Tongcai, his deep eyes seeming to pierce into the other's heart, and said with a half-smile:

"Do you sell coffins here?"

"Of course, of course!"

After a moment of stunned silence, Zheng Tong responded loudly, his smile widening.

These days, people actually order coffins?

Is it for a coffin or a burial carcass?

That's a huge profit! Much more than a typical funeral!

He rubbed his hands together, smiled broadly, and went to greet the middle-aged man, asking expectantly:

"What kind of coffin do you want? How long will your elderly relative live? Or are you making a funeral coffin? When do you need it? We can order it now... We have coffins at all price points, with engraving, painting, polishing, and coloring services—don't worry, we're professionals, you won't go wrong with us!"

He fired off a barrage of questions, but the middle-aged man simply smiled and shook his head.

"I don't need a custom-made coffin; you already have one here."

As he spoke, he took out his phone, opened a long-dormant video account, scrolled to the bottom, and paused on one of the frames—

That was actually an introductory video for a coffin shop.

It is indeed "Tongcai Fushoutang"!

The video shows a much younger Zheng Tongcai, standing proudly in front of several coffins, introducing his business.

However, because the video was paused, Zheng Tongcai's mouth appeared to be open but not quite, which looked rather comical.

"This is……"

In real life, Zheng Tongcai also showed the same foolish expression as in the video, with his mouth seemingly open but not quite.

He knew where the video came from—

That was a few years ago, when Zheng Tongcai started a video account to keep up with the current trend of new media.

At that time, he wanted to expand his business through online channels, but the app kept limiting his traffic and deleting his videos, making it impossible for his account to gain traction. So, in a fit of anger, Zheng Tongcai abandoned the app.

But the reason he had that expression wasn't because of the video.

It was because of the middle-aged man in front of us, whose finger was pointing at the spot after the image was frozen in time.

—It was a dark-looking coffin lying across the edge of the picture.

"This is exactly what I want."

The middle-aged man said calmly.

Zheng Tongcai's eyes widened.

"What you want is..."

"...This coffin made of locust wood!?"