Folklore simulation, starting with the mortician

Once everything was in order, Li Feng finally calmed down and started to sort out and review the recent events.

Not to mention, on the large communal bed in the west wing, they even brought over the bodies of some river drifters for the sewing crew to sew.

He first considered the skills he had. Apart from the basic method of lighting candles, the rest were all methods used in the main hall.

It's just that my skills aren't deep enough yet. Watching those experts use their skills so smoothly and effortlessly, like a skilled boatman on the river, it's truly enviable.

This made Li Feng eager to know the intricacies of these intricacies. After all, he was known as a master chef, and if he couldn't even understand the intricacies of these intricacies, he would be in trouble if he encountered someone from the intricacies of these intricacies in the future.

When they reveal their true intentions, they might make a fool of themselves!

As she was thinking this, she went out of the room. Seeing that it was already late at night, she planned to ask Mr. Lin again tomorrow. But just as she was about to turn around, she saw that the light was still on in Mr. Lin's room.

Surprised, I pushed open the door and went in, only to see Mr. Lin again shaping a clay figure and lighting it in front of the furnace.

Seeing Li Feng push the door open and come in, he quickly stopped what he was doing.

"What's wrong? Is something the matter?!"

Mr. Lin wore an awkward smile.

"Sir, how come you have so much energy? You often don't sleep at night!"

Li Feng didn't reveal the answer, but instead smiled and said something.

"As an elderly person, one's sleep is naturally shallow, and one only sleeps for a short while."

Mr. Lin said with a sullen smile.

"Sir, it's like this. As you know, my master passed away early and didn't teach me these insider rules and regulations. I thought you were a knowledgeable and learned person, so I thought I'd like to ask you for some guidance."

Upon hearing Li Feng's words, Mr. Lin hurriedly waved his hand, "Let's not be so formal. Just ask me anything, and I will give you an answer if I can."

Seeing Li Feng approach, Mr. Lin was still careful with his pockets, especially when he touched the few ingots, which put his mind at ease.

"Let me ask you something first: what is your role in this establishment?"

Li Feng sized up Mr. Lin, and without noticing, he touched a handful of salted beans on Mr. Lin's table, cracked one open, and winced in pain, finding it incredibly salty.

"Hey, what are you saying? What kind of status do you have? When you're out in the world, your status is something you give yourself, isn't it? Didn't we tell you before, incense is served, incense is served!"

After saying that, Mr. Lin grabbed a handful of salted beans and chewed them with great relish.

"Then let me ask about something inside. What are the specific rules and regulations governing this business?"

"Like a step? I've heard of some kind of manager?"

Li Feng's words were not made up; they were derived from the biographies of various parties.

"Manager, oh, that's right. There are different ranks in this business. One is the waiter who has bowed at the threshold. In the court, that's the manager who has been appointed to a position. As for those above, there's the head of the business who has been appointed to a position in the government. As for those in the court, we've never heard of them."

"After all, in this world, to become the head of a guild in a mansion requires an imperial decree to officially appoint one. How could an ordinary person dare to have such an ability?"

Mr. Lin spoke frankly and gave a brief account of what had happened at the door.

"Furthermore, in this world, there are five categories of sects: Heaven, Earth, God, Human, and Ghost. There are no other categories. Experts can usually find those in the four categories, but they have never seen those in the Heaven category."

Li Feng nodded, having a general idea in mind.

Then he asked again, "Sir, what do you think my skill level is now?"

"You're just a nobody, aren't you? Your master never even explained the ins and outs to you, how could you possibly get into the business?"

Li Feng nodded in deep agreement. He himself relied on the simulator to master his skills, and the fact that he could use many of the techniques in the training hall showed that he was better than most of his fellow trainees.

Before he could finish speaking, Mr. Lin shook his head. “Young man, you are underestimating yourself. Your skill in the furnace is probably better than many managers who have entered the hall. But the quality of the fire is still lacking. Once you have mastered it, you will naturally enter the hall.”

"But the initiation destiny of each family is kept very secret, and it is not usually passed on to outsiders, for fear that some disciples might starve their masters to death. Many simply take the masters with them to the grave, which is why the initiation destiny of many families has been lost!"

Hearing Mr. Lin's words, Li Feng wasn't too worried. With the simulator in his hand, he wouldn't have trouble finding a suitable starting point.

"Have you ever heard of a skilled mortician?"

Li Feng immediately shared his thoughts, as he was eager to improve his strength, and the creature in the river seemed to be concerned about him.

Based on the previous incident with the Ascension Sect, he vaguely felt that this matter was not so simple.

"Then we'll have to go into the city; many master craftsmen work there!"

Mr. Lin pointed out a way.

"However, I advise you not to rush into this. As I told you before, we made a fortune this time. Now that you've gained even more luck, your fortune is probably even greater. You need to figure out how to deepen your foundation so you can gain a firm foothold!"

"Just look at the job of that 'corpse-stitching master' from before, do you really think that guy is the right choice?"

Mr. Lin's words were cryptic, but Li Feng understood that he was referring to the local earth god.

But for both emotional and rational reasons, Li Feng didn't want to stop flattering the local earth god, since the earth god had saved his life after all.

"I know you're a grateful person. You could talk to the local earth god about how to handle this. I suggest you get another shrine so you can have someone to look after you in the future."

"Think about it, even though your profession as a mortician is related to the dead, you can't rely entirely on the dead for sustenance; you also need the protection of the gods."

"As the saying goes, they may be on different paths but not on the same family, and that's the principle here. You see, in the profession of spirit fighting, it's not all about inviting righteous gods; some people also worship immortals."

Li Feng nodded, just as he was thinking of going to the main hall to offer incense and ask the local earth god questions, and then discussing this matter with him, figuring out the best course of action.

Once we've discussed it, it's not too late to ask Mr. Lin for advice.

Taking advantage of this moment, he took the incense and was about to go to the main hall. After lighting the incense and bowing, he looked up to offer the incense, but found that the local earth god was nowhere to be seen in the shrine in the main hall.

"No way, they're not even giving me a chance to discuss it?"

Li Feng was somewhat stunned. Before he could speak, he heard Mr. Lin calling from outside the courtyard, "Come here, come here! You haven't left yet, grab this from my hands!"