strayed into fairy mountain

Chapter 64 [Sneaking around, Opening Up Yin Soil]

A series of three coffins lay quietly on the ground.

Not far from the coffin, Li San and the government servants looked solemn, holding picks and shovels, digging silently, and gradually dug three large pits.

It was past noon. In ancient times, burials had to be done in the afternoon. An old official of the county government looked up at the sky, then took a booklet and ticked it with a pen, and approached Zhang Jingxu and said, "Captor Zhang, it's almost time. The weather today is a bit gloomy, and I'm afraid it will rain soon, so, look..."

Zhang Jingxu nodded, turned around and walked back. Not far away, Niu Niu's family was wearing sackcloth and filial piety.

The woman's eyes were red from crying, and the boatman was also tearful, but the little girl was extremely quiet, kneeling beside her mother without crying or making trouble.

Zhang Jingxu stepped forward and knelt down slowly. He reached out and patted the boatman, and said in a low voice: "The burial is about to happen. I came here to ask you. If you think my decision is wrong, then you don't have to worry about me." The identity of the head catcher..."

He sighed and continued: "You can make a rebuttal, and I will solemnly accept your opinion."

This boatman was Niu Niu's father, and he shook his head immediately upon hearing this.

Although he was deeply saddened, but with a sincere face, he said: "Brother Zhang, I agree with your decision. My father often said that when a person dies, he returns to the soil. As long as there is a coffin, bury it in the soil and build a mound, then enter There is nothing wrong with not entering the ancestral grave."

After a pause, he said bitterly: "Especially in the situation of my family, buying land and adding graves is a big expense. You can pay for the old man to buy land, which greatly alleviates the plight of my family. I understand this grace in my heart." ..."

Niuniu's father stopped talking, his face was full of gratitude, and he said: "Besides, you are the head of the county government, and you are willing to give my father a funeral. You even called for the scribes to prove that my father died normally. Zhang Brother, you really treat our family..."

Zhang Jingxu coughed lightly, interrupting what Niuniu's father was saying below, he pointed his eyes slightly, and said in a low voice: "Don't say these things, just keep it in your heart and know it yourself."

He paused for a while, then slowly got up and said, "Since you agree to this matter and have no objection in your heart, then let's bury it like this. From now on, this will be Uncle Liu's grave."

Then he paused again, and then said in a low tone: "This was originally the cemetery of our Zhangjia Village, and your Liu family will also have a cemetery here in the future. During the festivals, Qingming and Double Ninth Festivals, if you come to worship , don’t forget to call me together.”

Niuniu's father nodded solemnly and said, "As long as Big Brother is willing, I will call you every year."

Zhang Jingxu nodded, took out a piece of white cloth from his arms, and said in a deep voice: "Uncle Liu and I share a relationship between master and apprentice. Since ancient times, master and apprentice are like father and son, and we should wear mourning at funerals. But after all, I am a Outsiders are not qualified to wear hemp according to the rules, so just bring a piece of filial cloth."

Niu Niu's father was obviously taken aback, and then his face was full of gratitude, and he said a little helplessly: "Well, how can this be? You are an official, and you are the head of the county government."

Zhang Jingxu waved his hand and said: "There are some things I cannot tell you, this matter is settled like this."

Niuniu's father hesitated for a moment, but finally did not open his mouth to refute.

Zhang Jingxu turned around slowly and walked back to the three coffins.

At this time, an old woman came over, trembling, and wanted to salute to him, Zhang Jingxu hurriedly supported her, and at the same time stopped the old woman's salute, and said sincerely: "Aunt Sun, we don't need to do this."

Wiping her eyes and tears, the old woman said: "Ma'am, I want to thank you for taking care of my family's affairs in Dashan."

Zhang Jingxu's expression became more sincere, and he said in a gentle voice: "Uncle Sun is the head of the county government prison, and I am the head arrester of the county government, and we are colleagues, so logically we should help."

He didn't mention the secret of Sun Dashan's saving his life, he only said that he was helping out as a colleague. The old woman was obviously very grateful, trembling and always wanted to salute.

Zhang Jingxu sighed, and kept trying to comfort her.

Fortunately, Li San and the others climbed out of the pit at this time, dropped the pickaxe and shovel and came over, asking for instructions: "Uncle Zhang, the digging is finished. According to our custom here, after noon, it should be..."

Zhang Jingxu nodded, and said in a low voice: "Then, let's bury it."

Li San agreed, then turned around to greet the servants, and everyone first worked together to lift the first coffin with a rope, then moved slowly, and slowly lowered it into the pit.

In this first coffin, Uncle Liu was lying in it.

When the coffin fell to the bottom of the pit, a clerk in the county government acted as the official, and said loudly: "The coffin falls, the dead are safe, ashes to ashes, dust to dust."

Niuniu's family burst into tears.

The yamen servants rested for a while, then lifted the second coffin with a rope, still moving slowly, and slowly lowered into the pit.

The second coffin is Sun Dashan's coffin.

The old woman wailed sadly and said: "Dashan, go slowly. When I raise my grandson, I will hang myself to accompany you..."

The love of ordinary people may be so ordinary. In ancient times, most couples were only fourteen or fifteen years old when they married.

There may be noisy quarrels, and fights over trivial matters, but fights between husband and wife, fights at the head of the bed and at the end of the bed.

Now that one person is gone, the other one seems lonely, so the old woman's sentence to hang herself to accompany you can almost be said to be the voice of the ancient old man.

Zhang Jingxu sighed, and signaled to the old official of the county government to help, and after some persuasion, the old woman was persuaded to go aside.

At this time, it was the third coffin's turn.

The yamen servants did not dare to act independently, and all looked at Zhang Jingxu.

Li San tentatively opened his mouth, and said in a low voice: "Uncle Zhang, it's getting late. We know that you are sad, but the little scholar is gone after all. He has no parents to love him since he was a child, but he has you after his death." Elder, for him, this life is enough."

He hesitated for a while, observed Zhang Jingxu's expression, and then whispered again: "Uncle, it's time to close the coffin."

It turned out that the third coffin had never been covered with a lid.

Zhang Jingxu nodded, and walked to the coffin.

He slowly stretched his hand in, gently stroking the bones in the coffin, just like he was gently stroking the top of the little scholar's head at the side of the well that night.

After a long time, he sighed slightly, took out a tofu statue, and placed it carefully beside the bones...

In the past, good and evil were accompanied by spirits and demons. Zhang Jingxu fulfilled Yunniang's entrustment so that the two juniors could be buried together.

Li San and others rushed over and covered the coffin with difficulty.

Still use the rope to lift and drop the coffin into the pit.

Three coffins, three pits.

The assistant who acted as the beneficiary shouted again, loudly saying: "The time has come, bid farewell to the dead, please elders, fill in some soil."

Zhang Jingxu bent down, carefully picked up a handful of soil, turned her palm gently, and the soil fell into the pit.

Suddenly he spoke in a low voice, as if a teacher was teaching his students, saying: "If you do good and do evil, the dust will return to you. Sun Yun, my disciple, go and rest in peace."

"There is a word for the teacher, and it is a parting speech."

"You are naturally kind, but you have been bullied. You used to be fierce and wanted to repay others. I realized that I didn't remonstrate in the past, and I knew that those who came would be chased. In fact, the lost road is not far away. I feel that today is right and yesterday was wrong. "

sacrificial language.

bid farewell.

When the soil in his hand was scattered into the pit, the servants picked up the shovel and began to fill the soil.

……

Due to the sufficient manpower, even if the three coffins were buried together, there would be no delay. After a short time, three grave mounds had already been erected.

A new grave is erected, and relatives cry.

However, the county clerk approached Zhang Jingxu and cautiously reminded him, "Catcher Zhang, don't blame the old man for talking too much. If you arrange the funeral affairs of the three deceased, no one will say anything." Words, but you erected a monument for them, I am afraid that people will talk about it behind their backs..."

He paused slightly while speaking, and then said in a low voice: "After all, according to the rules, ordinary people are not qualified to erect monuments. Even if they erect monuments secretly, they can't carve seals in a big way. This matter, ahem, this matter."

Zhang Jingxu glanced at him, and said lightly: "As a head arrester of the county government, Zhang's rank is from the eighth rank. Besides, I am a practitioner. The official department specially issues documents and enjoys the seventh rank treatment. The same goes for county magistrates and priests. At my level, don’t I have the qualifications to set up steles and seal characters for my relatives?”

The old official was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously said: "But they are not yours..."

Zhang Jingxu interrupted with a wave of his hand, and said solemnly: "From today onwards, they are my relatives."

The old official hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice, "If you talk like that, it makes sense."

Zhang Jingxu arched his hands, and said in a deep voice: "So I hope you can help me a lot. If someone asks you, you can answer like this."

The old official quickly agreed, smiling all over his face: "Catcher Zhang, don't worry, the old official knows what to say."

Zhang Jingxu nodded, and slightly signaled: "If you have free time in the future, you might as well sit in my office."

The old official was overjoyed.

……

This is the end of today's funeral.

The yamen servants greeted the members of the Liu family and the Sun family and left the cemetery in Zhangjia Village.

However, Zhang Jingxu did not leave.

He stood silently in the cemetery, as if reluctant to part with the three deceased, until today the funeral procession disappeared far away, he still stood motionless in the cemetery.

Yun Jingshu didn't leave either, and quietly guarded the edge of the cemetery with a small bell.

And beside Little Lingdang, there was actually a little girl, that was Uncle Liu's granddaughter, Niuniu, who was kept by Little Lingdang with an excuse.

After a long time!

The funeral procession was never seen again.

Yun Jingshu held a small bell in one hand and Niu Niu in the other, walked up to Zhang Jingxu, and said in a low voice, "I've gone a long way, don't worry about being noticed."

Zhang Jingxu nodded slightly and said, "Thank you for watching."

Yun Jingshu also nodded, and whispered again: "You can start now, Lingdang and I are not outsiders."

Zhang Jingxu let out an 'hmm', and slowly stretched out her hand into her arms.

That fairy stone was held in his hand.

Just at this time, the sky began to drizzle, wrapped in the breeze, like a thin veil.

The fairy stone began to glow.

In the light, Zhang Jingxu's face was full of solemnity, his eyes shone softly, and there seemed to be sharpness hidden in the softness.

"The sky is indifferent, and the world is humble. I don't know how many thousands of years ago, since ancient times, the ordinary people of my race have found it difficult to reincarnate after death."

"Driven and persecuted, the soul can't help itself, turning into a ghost and being wronged."

"This way is unfair."

"Today, I, Zhang Jingxu, although humble and humble, make a great wish to save the world's ghosts."

"I made a great wish, that people should have a place to return to when they die."

"I made a great wish, good and evil should be rewarded and punished."

"I make a great wish, that the soul of misery should be sheltered, and the ghost with grievances should be redeemed."

Amidst the loud voice, Zhang Jingxu suddenly threw the immortal stone.

The next moment, he stopped drinking:
"Today, based on the fairy stone, we will open up a pure land here, and rise up vigorously from now on, clearing away the mist at night..."

hum!
The fairy stone soared into the sky, and quickly became larger. It was like a hill in an instant, and there were brilliant rays of light on it.

Suddenly all the light was hidden, and the fairy stone in the sky disappeared, but under the earth, there appeared an illusory space.

In that space, the fairy stone really turned into a mountain, faintly, as if growing slowly.

Although it grows slowly, it is tenacious, like opening up the world, opening up a small yin soil under the earth of the yang world.

There is a peaceful and immeasurable light, shining in the sky over the overcast soil.

There was a flash of figures in the cloudy earth, and the souls of Old Uncle Liu and Sun Dashan appeared. The two old men looked up, as if they were looking at Zhang Jingxu. They were smiling and pleased.

It's a pity that there is no Sun Yun in the Yin Soil.

That pure and kind little scholar, after all, he has disappeared between heaven and earth.

……

A small side of shady soil, so far it can be regarded as completed.

However, Zhang Jingxu sighed, and said to Yun Jing in a low voice: "I am too weak now, I can only do this. This place has just been opened up, and there is no power of reincarnation. I can only rely on the auspicious light of the fairy stone to temporarily shelter it ghost."

Yun Jingshu smiled sweetly, and said softly: "Weakness now does not mean that you will be weak in the future. Are you lacking in merit? Just talk to me. Younger sister Jingshu is not talented, and she is willing to be the daughter of the housekeeper. Anything that can earn merit , must seek for my man..."

The little bell next to it made a sound at the same time, and it was very crisp and sweet, and it yelled out a word: "Father!"

Zhang Jingxu was dumbfounded.

What the hell!

I guessed right.

This mother and daughter are really looking for a new home.

So blatantly, he regarded me as a catcher.

……

... [Author]: Because I update too fast, the new book period has seriously exceeded the word limit, the editor asked me to stop, otherwise the free period will cost 50 million words.

I can only update one tonight, but I didn't control the number of words well. This chapter is worth two chapters.

By the way, tonight's chapter belongs to the description of folk customs, paving the way for the next new story, demons and ghosts.

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