strayed into fairy mountain

Chapter 58 [The Oath of the Human Race, the Fire of Life Burns]

When people encounter major events, they react differently.

Some panicked, some yelled, some didn't care, and some calmed down.

Zhang Jingxu belongs to the last category of people.

He was obviously alert in his heart, but his face showed no abnormality at all. Instead, he looked at the old man's calf first, and asked with great concern: "How is Uncle Liu's injury? Did you apply some anti-inflammatory medicine?"

The old man's face was gloomy, and after a while he said indifferently: "I can't die, don't bother me."

Zhang Jingxu laughed, and said, "You have such a hot temper."

As he spoke, he moved slightly closer, bent down to look down at the old man's calf, carefully observed the bandage on his leg, and asked pretending to be curious: "Who bandaged this for you? The technique looks quite neat."

He deliberately emphasized the word 'lisuo'.

The old man retracted his calf subconsciously, and his tone was obviously more low, saying: "If Zhang Butou is free, the old man should lie down and recuperate."

Zhang Jingxu laughed again, and said: "You are always wrong, how can Zhang be free? I came here specially to ask you about the coffin..."

This time, he deliberately emphasized the word 'coffin'.

The old man sighed slightly, and sat on a small stool indifferently, with a very indifferent expression, obviously unwilling to talk.

Although the old man showed a gesture of resistance, Zhang Jingxu didn't seem to care. Instead, he walked to the coffin with a smile and pretended to pat it casually.

He said meaningfully: "It's strange to say that this coffin looks familiar. If Zhang Mou remembers correctly, I just saw it this morning. And..."

Suddenly his gentle tone changed, his eyes flickered for a moment, and he shouted sharply: "And Zhang remembers very clearly that this coffin has been blown into pieces. Then, Uncle Liu, can you tell me why it is now Appeared intact?"

"Is it because your technology is high enough to re-make a coffin within half a day?"

"Or this coffin doesn't need to be built at all, it can be repaired by itself and revived like a strange thing..."

"Uncle Liu, answer me." Zhang Jingxu roared like thunder, with a stern look on his face.

Suddenly he took out the 'fairy stone' from his bosom, put it in his hand with a slight movement, and roared again: "Answer me, answer me, Uncle Liu, don't force me to do it. Zhang really didn't want to, so he killed a former A meritorious veteran..."

A veteran who once made meritorious service!

After the last sentence was uttered, the originally indifferent old man was visibly shocked.

In just an instant, tears streamed down my face.

"Old soldier, old soldier, I am a meritorious old soldier..." Tears were so turbulent that they slid down the vicissitudes of life on the old man's face.

He stood up from the stool tremblingly, walked to the coffin tremblingly, and then stretched out his hand tremblingly.

The next movement was like a young guy touching his lover, his face was full of obsession, and the tears became more violent.

Suddenly he turned his head to look at Zhang Jingxu, and let out a strange 'hoho' laugh from his throat.

Obviously his face was full of tears, but his laughter was so penetrating. "Catcher Zhang, do you want to hear the story of an old coffin maker?"

Zhang Jingxu's eyes were cold, and he said in a deep voice: "As long as you are willing to talk, Zhang promises to listen. But, before listening, I will do something..."

As he spoke, he moved his palm forward slightly, and slapped the immortal stone on the coffin with a 'snap', and said with a sneer, "This coffin really annoys me, so Zhang will use treasures to fill it first."

The old man shook his head, as if inexplicably sad, and said, "There's no need to be like this..."

But Zhang Jingxu sneered again, and said lightly: "A surname Zhang is the only one who acts steadily in his life."

While speaking, he reached into his arms and took out a green grass that was about to drip.

He took the grass in his hand and shook it slightly, suddenly a warm current blew out, and the two young leaves swayed gently, sweeping away the coldness in the whole house.

After clearing away the cold, he sent his palm forward again, but this time he put Xiaocao on the coffin, and together with Xianshi, he suppressed it.

This move shows that it is indeed stable enough.

However, the old man was full of bitterness, sighed again and shook his head, saying: "The old man said, there is really no need to do this."

Zhang Jingxu breathed out slowly, and said meaningfully: "Your old man is one old man, this is not like the words of ordinary people. In fact, I was guessing this morning that you may have had a glorious past..."

He stopped talking, then continued: "Let's talk, Uncle Liu, just now you asked me if I wanted to hear the coffin maker's story, and now Zhang is ready to listen. Did you see that I am very stable. "

Very steady?

The old man subconsciously looked at the coffin, looked at the two suppressed treasures, and suddenly sighed for the third time, as if muttering to himself: "It's really stable enough, it's really stable enough, it's a pity, why wasn't it back then... "

Zhang Jingxu was slightly taken aback, frowned and said, "What did you say? What was it back then?"

Unexpectedly, the old man had already shut up, and seemed to be about to remain silent again.

But only a moment later, the old man spoke again, his tone seemed to be recalling, and his expression was clearly recalling...

"When I was very young, my father told me that a coffin is a yin bed, and a cemetery is a yin house."

"When a person is alive, the house he lives in is a mansion."

"After a person dies, the place of burial is a private house."

"The cemetery is a house, and the coffin is a bed. The corpse lies in the bed and enjoys a peaceful sleep after death."

"So since ancient times, people have not disliked the coffin, but attached great importance to it, calling it a longevity material."

"There is even a rule in the officialdom that seeing a coffin is a festive event. For example, if an official is on a tour and happens to meet someone going to a funeral, no matter how high the official's rank is, he must get out of the sedan chair and salute in a proper manner. .”

"About the sedan chair salute, people in your official circles also have a saying, it is called road sacrifice, and road encounters are sacrifices."

"Furthermore, after the road sacrifice, the officials must solemnly take out a portion of the money, count it as a thank you gift for meeting the coffin, and give it to the funeral family as a thank you."

"And the funeral people will shout in unison: go out to see the coffin, the joy of being promoted. Please also ask the officials to make way, and see the deceased off to the house..."

"The official is waiting for this sentence. After listening to it, no matter how big his official position is, he will step aside, and once again solemnly salute, and sincerely say: My official, I wish the deceased a good journey."

When the old man said this, he coughed violently a few times, then, he glanced at Zhang Jingxu, and asked, "Butou Zhang, do you think this folk custom is very interesting?"

Zhang Jingxu looked solemn, and said solemnly: "This is not interesting, but an inheritance from ancient times. Humans know etiquette, but they are human race."

The old man nodded, his tone seemed a little relieved, and said: "That's really good, people know how to be polite, it's for the human race..."

Zhang Jingxu turned his gaze, looked at the coffin, and murmured softly: "A coffin is a bed for the yin, and a cemetery is the house for the yin."

The old man coughed violently again, and tremblingly said: "Yes, the Yin bed, the living sleep on the bed, and the dead sleep on the coffin. People will die eventually, and there should be a destination after death, and this destination is the Yin House in the cemetery. The coffin inside..."

"That's why both emperors, nobles and ordinary people have attached great importance to coffins since ancient times. Not only are they not tired of hating them, but they respectfully call them birthday materials."

The old man paused while talking, with memories obviously on his face, and said: "When I was just sensible, my father often taught me that it is a meritorious thing to make birthday materials for others. The most important thing is the coffin craft..."

Zhang Jingxu's heart moved, and he accurately captured a word that the old man said, merit, the old man said merit just now.

But instead of interrupting, he chose to continue listening.

He had a vague feeling that the old man was going to say something rather bizarre next.

really……

The memories on the old man's face grew stronger, as if he was muttering to himself, "There is a coffin shop at home, and this is what my ancestors have done for generations, so I have followed suit since I was a child, and gradually mastered this craft."

"Study art, work, grow up, become an adult, and then, marry a wife and have children."

"Although I can't earn too much money, it's enough to support my family. The family has enough food and clothing, so it's a relatively happy life."

"I originally thought that I would live happily ever after in this life. But I never expected that I would encounter military corvee in middle age."

Bing corvée.

Zhang Jingxu looked dark, he knew that the old man was about to start telling the real story.

Sure enough, the old man's face was vicissitudes, obviously with some sorrow, he said: "That year, I was 40 years old, and my son, who had just turned [-], suddenly someone from the county government came and took a booklet to write down our names. Both of us, father and son, To serve in the field."

"That was really a scary conscription. A small Yicheng County actually recruited 8000 people."

"Every household must have a son, and unlike the usual practice, one male is allowed to stay in the family, but all of them will be confiscated, and everyone under the age of [-] will have to submit to corvee."

"A full 8000 soldiers were recruited in just three days."

"The battle seemed to be in a hurry. We didn't even have time to be trained. All the soldiers were given a knife and then led out of the city."

"All the way north, thousands of miles away, when I was on the road, the order was issued. Suddenly everyone was in an uproar, because the order was too weird."

Command too weird?
Zhang Jingxu was curious, and couldn't help but ask, "What order is it?"

The old man glanced at him, raised his hand slightly, and said like a demonstration: "When we were conscripted, all the soldiers issued a knife, and that strange order was about this knife."

"To be more precise, it's a knife, and a word."

"That weird order requires us to cut our hands with knives every day, to infuse blood every day, and not to wipe it off."

"In addition to staining the knife with our own blood, we have to recite a sentence every day..."

When the old man said this, he was obviously stuck in the past, and the expression on his face revealed a kind of fearless heroism.

Zhang Jingxu's heart moved, and he asked softly: "What sentence are you reciting?"

I saw that the old man's expression suddenly became hyperactive, and his aging energy suddenly cleared away.

His voice was high-spirited and generous, with a sense of sadness that thousands of people would go to, and said loudly: "That sentence is: Humans have a world, ghosts have a ghost world, this world is our human world, and evil ghosts are not allowed to occupy it." Invasion, defending the country today, why not be afraid of life or death. Although I am a mortal, I would like to burn my life, burn, burn, burn, hahahaha..."

The old man seemed to be in a frenzy, and suddenly laughed wildly. His expression was also extremely frenzied, and his eyes were fierce. He looked at Zhang Jingxu and asked, "Capturer Zhang, did you hear this sentence clearly?"

hum!
Zhang Jingxu only felt a crash in his head.

He didn't just hear it clearly!
How could he hear clearly...

He clearly felt that this sentence was very familiar!
It was as if he had yelled the same words before.So much so that at this moment, his blood boiled involuntarily.

For some reason, his eyes were moist, and even though there were tears, he couldn't restrain the turbulence.

"I am indeed an old soldier from back then..."

This is Zhang Jingxu's inner voice.

At the same time, Yun Jingshu spoke softly, and said in a low voice: "People have their own world, ghosts have their own world, so why not be afraid of life or death to protect your home and country today..."

For some reason, the eldest princess also burst into tears, and said in a quieter voice: "Although I am a mortal, I wish to burn my life, burn, burn, burn."

She looked at Zhang Jingxu, with an indescribable tenderness on her face, and said softly: "This is an oath, an oath of our human race."

Oath of the Human Race?

Zhang Jingxu felt so familiar.

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... [Author]: This is a chapter of nearly 4000 words, but there will be another chapter tonight. More words.

Wait a minute, I'll continue writing.

(End of this chapter)