Lingxian Zhenjun

Chapter 304 Sending the Dead Back Home

Huhu——

The wind and sand filled the sky to cover the winter sunset, and the gravel and cold wind blew on people's faces, cutting them like knives.

"Boss, I have the spell of warding off the wind. Bah bah~"

The fat Taoist spit out the sand in his mouth, raised his cuffs to cover his cheeks, and when he cast a spell, he saw that Chen Yuan, the crazy old man, and Monk Zhenhai in front of him had already stood in the wind and sand.

Chen Yuan looked at the sobbing wind and sand with a complicated expression. Among the dense gravel, the silhouette of a Taoist appeared and disappeared.

"My Buddha is merciful."

Monk Zhenhai bowed to these figures flying in the sand, "May the resentment here subside, and may the dead here ascend to the Great Wheel of Pure Land as soon as possible."

"You can go to the Pure Land after reading a few words, and they don't have to fly here for several years. You monks are talking empty words. Right, master."

When the fat Taoist asked, Chen Yuan didn't answer, but just looked at the figures one after another in the wind and sand all over the sky, and sometimes they flew close, and could see the facial features and armor outlines of the sand figures, which were lifelike, or it was really the old man in the shop. It is said that they were once living people.

"This wind is not normal."

"The heaven and the earth are in vain, and the grievances of the dead gather together to pollute this wind, and this will last for a long time." The monk Zhenhai saw the clue, but he was not as ferocious as he was in the past. He closed his eyes and sighed. He breathed a sigh of relief: "The poor monk can feel that this resentment is not for harming others, but for looking at his hometown, telling their stories to those who come after him, and not wanting to be forgotten."

Chen Yuan looked at the figures constantly appearing in the gravel, and asked the monk in a low voice.

"If you don't try to stop the wind, it will keep blowing, and these soldiers will keep wandering here forever?"

Zhenhai nodded: "Yes."

Chen Yuan also nodded her head, and let go of Master's hand, "Master, there will be a delay."

"It's okay, you're busy!" The crazy old man waved his hand generously, looked at the figure in the wind and sand with great interest, jumped up and down a few times eager to try, and wanted to fly up, but unfortunately there was no other way, so he simply took it out of his sleeve. After touching it, a toad was pulled out, and it stroked Da Chan's head, "Don't you want to be my grandson? Go inside and find out, what's the matter?!"

The toad bulged its big toad eyes, and 'Lonely Widow' yelled. Before it could react, it was thrown into the wind and sand, struggling and twisting, flying around and whirling, and finally regained its real body. The toad spirit that formed into a hill came down with a bang before it stabilized its figure.

"There is nothing inside except people made of sand." Toad said while spitting out gravel. The crazy old man was not reconciled, thinking that there should be something interesting, and waved his hand: "Explore again!"

Toad glared at the old man, and was about to jump into the wind and sand above, when the whimpering wind and sand stopped suddenly, and a large amount of yellow sand and dust fell down, making the crazy old man and the big toad feel ashamed.

"Why did you stop?" Sun Zhengde raised his face, his face changed suddenly, and he hurried away from the spot. Chen Yuan also reached out and grabbed the master and the big toad, and brought the master and the big toad to his side. The smoke and dust of the earthquake that swept this piece of sand, the ground under his feet trembled slightly.

Cough!

The fat Taoist waved his sleeves and covered his mouth. Over there, Chen Yuan and Monk Zhenhai fanned out their mana together to sweep away the permeating smoke and dust. What caught the eyes of the four people were mud and sand figures with different postures, densely packed The ones are stretching out, and with a rough scan, there are thousands of them, which are strangely stuck on the ground, which makes people feel a little uneasy in their hearts.

After waiting for a while, there was no other change, and then Chen Yuan withdrew the spell, telling Master not to run around, and approached a sand man in front of him. It closed its eyes, held a gun and armor, and raised an arm to cover it.

Chen Yuan tapped his forehead lightly with her fingertips, and the sand quickly faded away from the center of the sand man's eyebrows like a tide, revealing the gray complexion and facial features, and the gravel on the armor was also clean, revealing the whole picture of an old age But a young man with a number of double ten.

"If I'm still alive, I'll be 25 this year, and I'll be 26 years old."

The opponent's armor is indeed the armor of the Jin State. Based on the time of appearance, it should be when he avenged his master and let the Jin State soldiers led by Bai Qi, Huo Qubing and other gods enter the Poshana State.

Later, after Chen Yuan fell into a demon, she drove away directly on the red cloud and ignored these soldiers. It is not known how they left and returned to Yujian Pass after arriving.

"Whether it's because of my incident or another Jin army entered Posana, they are all Han Chinese."

Looking at the young face in front of her, Chen Yuan felt a little uncomfortable, "Their relatives have hope, maybe they are still hoping that they will find their way home, and those who don't have hope, are also looking forward to the day when they will be able to return home." The fallen leaves return to their roots and return to their hometown.”

Chen Yuan took a deep breath, and cupped his hands towards the dead soldier in front of him. When he straightened up, he pinched the Fajue, raised his sleeve and flicked, and suddenly a gentle wind blew up.

The grains of yellow sand that stayed on the bodies of the sand figures trembled, and then flew up by the breeze. In an instant, a large amount of yellow sand flew away from each figure.

go all over the sky.

"Old Sun, do you have incense candles on you?" Chen Yuan turned her face slightly, and the fat Taoist who looked at him hurried forward, and took out bronze mirrors, rulers, feather fans... all kinds of things from the yellow cloth pocket on his waist. The things were all seized from a group of cultivators seeking revenge before, and some useful things were kept around, and there was a bell around his waist, which the fat Taoist always carried with him. When he was free, he would shake it in front of his eyes twice. Then, he sank into the illusion, not knowing what to do.

Not long after, Sun Zhengde finally took out a pair of white candles, and handed a stick of long-lasting incense to Chen Yuan. Chen Yuan took a few steps back, calculated the position, and immediately cast a spell and lifted it to the ground. table.

The joss stick was lit and placed on it, and slowly in the smoke, Chen Yuan looked at the densely packed soldiers, "Yuan is incompetent, let you die in a foreign country, and you have not tasted the water from your hometown for several years. , come here today, and take you back.”

After finishing speaking, Chen Yuan grabbed a handful of yellow sand from the ground, and slowly leaked it from between her fingers.

"Soldiers, let's go home."

With a slightly choked voice, the soldier who had shed the sand seemed to come alive. He turned his head, lowered his arms, looked at the gravel leaking from Chen Yuan's hands, and half-knelt down, his figure melted in the light of the sunset. Return to mud and dust for a puddle.

Followed by more figures of soldiers one by one faded away from the gravel and knelt down, disappeared, extending to the back, until the bodies of all soldiers disappeared from sight.

"The soul is back!"

The last smudge of red was illuminated by the setting sun, and the dust under Chen Yuan's feet suddenly rolled up and flew towards the sky, reflecting the rays of the sun, flashing bright colors, the tea stand below, old women, women, and old men raised their heads, Looking at the shimmering sand and dust flying to the land in the northwest of Jin State.

"Let's go! The soldiers are gone!" The old man in the store cried hoarsely, waving his hands.

The sky darkened until it disappeared into the distance to the east.

……

Inside Yujian Pass.

As night fell, there were fewer pedestrians on the street. The old man collected the money from the last customer, packed up his belongings with a smile and prepared to load them into the car, and pushed them home.

In the light of the lanterns under the eaves of the shops on the street, there were vaguely people coming.The old man picked up the stool and put it on the stove, without raising his head, he said with a smile: "Don't do it, the guest officer won't be able to eat today."

"Just a bowl...I want to try it, but I haven't tasted it for a few years."

The old man hesitated for a moment, but still nodded, took out a bowl from under the moving stove cart, and handed it to the figure in front of him. The figure looking down looked familiar, but unfortunately the light from the lantern was not clear.

"It seems that you have been to the Western Regions for many years, right? Why did you come back now? Take it. This bowl was originally brought back to my wife, so I gave it to you. No money is charged. After you finish eating, put the bowl and chopsticks here. On the street, I'll come and pick it up tomorrow morning."

"Thank you."

The figure said something in a low voice, but didn't raise his hand, just sniffed it lightly, "It smells so good, Dad."

The old man who was pushing away with the stove stopped abruptly, turned around abruptly, but there was no one else, only a bowl of steaming wontons quietly placed on the ground, and a copper knife coin beside it.

The old man picked up the knife and coin tremblingly, squatted on the ground and cried loudly.

The wind blows through this night, and it also has a farther direction. In a barren village, a young woman coaxes her daughter to sleep. Occasionally, the wind blows in, and the woman wakes up suddenly. There is nothing around her. She gets up and looks into the house. , the door opened, and the daughter stood outside the door, waving towards the outside.

Shouting crisply: "Goodbye, Daddy."

The woman hurriedly got out of bed and rushed outside, but there was nothing in the yard. She turned around and asked her daughter, who pointed to the gate outside the fence.

"That's Daddy. He said he was leaving, going to a far away place. He also said... Mother doesn't have to wait for him to come back. There's also... what Daddy left. He said what Mother always wanted."

The little girl raised her hand, and a string of pearl necklaces covered with gravel was shaking gently.

"Husband!!"

With tears in her eyes, the woman picked up her daughter and rushed outside the courtyard, shouting into the empty darkness, which attracted the neighbors to come out one after another. When they asked what happened, they all stood in awe.

In this day and night, countless such things happened. Some cried all night, and finally waited for people who had not heard from them for many years. Some houses had been dilapidated. Kowtow three times and go with the wind.

At dawn, everything that happened that night became a topic of discussion, and many people gathered together discovered that so many people who passed away had returned overnight.

After reporting to the government, Li Anfu, who was already the prefect, sent people to search around, and also asked the generals in the army to verify the missing soldiers. Afterwards, the statistics matched one by one, which shocked him, and hurriedly sent someone outside the city to invite them. Daoist Yun He, who was stationed here in the Tianshi Mansion, chose a place in the city to build an ancestral hall to honor these soldiers who died in other places.

"Daozhang, why did this matter appear so suddenly? Is there something tricky about it?"

Knowing the mysteries of Taoism of the superhuman beings outside the world, Li Anfu naturally chose to treat it cautiously, but Yunhe knew better than him about it. People from Tianshi Mansion will let him know when they come.

"Everything has a fate, the eunuch can rest assured."

Yun He said a few words of relief, walked out of the mansion with a shake of the floating dust, went outside and looked at the cold winter morning sun, and nodded with a smile.

"It should be Chen Daoyou who is here. It's a pity that I have important things to do, otherwise I would come here to catch up with the poor Taoist. I don't bother too much, so I will take over this matter and do a ritual ceremony for those soldiers who died .”

Under the morning sun, the Taoist priest took the roster, chanted mantras, and went out to float away.

……

The morning sun rises above the clouds.

On the forbidden Gobi road, the old man in the store took his old wife and daughter-in-law to look at the original wordless stone tablet. There were many more writings, one stroke at a time, outlining the souls of the soldiers who once stood here.

"Old man, those four people who went in yesterday afternoon are probably experts from outside the world."

"Yeah, only such an expert dares to go in and let these soldiers return to their hometown. I just don't know why the expert hasn't come out yet."

Beside the old couple and their daughter-in-law, the woman suddenly heard something, and then the weird ox cart parked outside the tea shed suddenly started moving. Tuntun walked to the vast Gobi ahead.

"Father, look quickly, is it those four masters!"

The woman's eyes were good, and she followed the direction of the bullock cart, and vaguely saw four figures standing in the distance. When the bullock cart came, they got on the cart and left one by one. It seemed slow, but in the blink of an eye, they disappeared behind the three people. end of sight.

"It's really tall."

The old man in the store arched his hands and bowed in the direction where the bullock cart disappeared. The old woman and daughter-in-law did not dare to neglect, and followed the example of the old man, bowing respectfully.

"Grandpa, but these sand people are gone, what will we do for a living in the future?"

"Hmph, you have hands and feet, so you're afraid of starving to death?"

The family of three, who were worried about their future livelihood, returned to the tea shed, and saw a silver ingot on the table, and a piece of paper under it, with a short sentence written on the paper.

——Thank you to the shopkeepers for taking care of them all these years.

"Ugh."

The old man picked up the heavy silver ingot, not knowing what to say, walked outside the tea shed and bowed again.

……

At this time, the direction where the old man of the shop was going, on the vast Gobi, the wind blows the cage grass and rolls. Looking up, the surrounding fields are completely barren.

"Boss, where are we going next?"

"Continue to go west." Chen Yuan drew the map, looked up at the sky, identified the direction, told the old cow in front, and then replied to the fat Taoist.

"Let's come here, there should be someone waiting."

Hearing this, Sun Zhengde blinked his small eyes and wiped his beard: "Who?"

"The high priest of Poshana back then, Saha!" Chen Yuan looked in the direction of the former Poshana, "He should come and end the grievances of the past."

　It's still two in one, the spring breeze manages the plot of the Western Regions, and the plot of the Western World
　　
　
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