Fragrance is good for purifying the heart

Chapter 272 Conditions
"Mother-in-law, can you lend us some black beans?" Gardenia's lips curled up slightly, and she explained her intention to Mrs. Huang.

"Borrow black beans?" Huang thought for a while, then came to the two of them with a pair of ridiculously large cotton shoes, "But, but..."

"No matter what, you can tell us whatever conditions you have, and we will help you do it."

"It's not a big deal, it's just that my wife passed away not long ago? His memorial tablet is still placed in the main room, but for some reason, since he passed away, I haven't had a good night's sleep for several days in a row. Today These two happen to be the first seven of my wife’s children, and I would like to ask you two to help me keep vigil.”

When Gardenia heard this, she felt a little surprised. Generally, relatives were needed to keep the deceased alive. Why was Mrs. Huang so relieved that she left the wake to them?

She unconsciously remembered the face she saw in the smoke just before entering the house, and stared at the Huang family with some vigilance. Could it be that the Huang family had some compelling reason to keep their siblings here? Will my wife keep vigil for the first seven nights?
"Oh, I saw that both of you were armed and seemed to be somewhat capable people. They came to stay for the night the day before yesterday and acted like well-educated and polite people. That's why I made this request. I... I'm really sleepy. Already..."

Mrs. Huang said as she yawned several times in succession, with a pair of dark circles under her eyes, as if she hadn't slept well for a long time. Then she turned around and walked back to the back room, "It doesn't matter if you don't agree. If you don't want to, just leave. Lao Sheng. Don’t force yourself on others.”

These words are trying to scare people away, and the matter of borrowing black beans will not work.

When Gardenia heard this, she glanced at Anhe. Anhe stepped forward and held the lamp for the Huang family, "Mother-in-law, it's okay. It's just a wake-up call. We, brother and sister, did it."

Huang's face showed a look of relief. When she was about to walk into the back room, she turned to look at Gardenia and Anhe, "Are you really siblings?"

Gardenia glanced at An He and smiled slightly, "Of course."

Mr. Huang said nothing and went into the back room, leaving only an oil lamp in the main room. Gardenia and Anhe Ben were actually keeping vigil for Mr. Huang's wife in this room.

"Sister, if you're sleepy, just take a nap first. I'll just stay here alone." An He felt sorry for Gardenia.

"Xiao An, my sister will meditate all night and won't sleep." Gardenia felt uneasy, so she softly told Xiao An about the face he saw in the smoke before entering the house.

An He was stunned for a moment, but he didn't feel scared at all. He just comforted Gardenia softly: "Sister, are you scared?"

Gardenia was amused by the serious expression on his face. She raised her lips slightly and said, "Sister is a cultivator. As long as your Taoist heart is pure and you have never done anything wrong, how can you be afraid?"

Besides, she deduced from the face that appeared just now that the face was most likely the owner of this spiritual throne - Huang's deceased wife.As for how his soul could stay here after death and not leave, that is another matter.

"Okay, let's not sleep. I will follow my elder sister's example of meditating and accompany her." Xiao An said and also imitated Gardenia's appearance, sitting cross-legged on the futon placed under the memorial seat in the main room, looking like a He closed his eyes slightly and adjusted the breath in his body.

Originally, both of them had made up their minds not to sleep, but the sandalwood on the incense table was burning slowly and silently. Occasionally, one or two lanterns would burst out from the big oil lamp, and the main room became... It was extremely quiet, and the two of them could hear clearly even the rising and falling breathing of Mr. Huang in the back room.

As soon as the midnight hour passed, time passed very quickly. Gardenia sometimes squinted her eyes slightly to meditate and adjust her breath, sometimes she secretly looked at what An He was doing, sometimes she looked at the sandalwood that was constantly burning on the incense table, and sometimes she listened to her ears. The sound of Mr. Huang's gradually becoming even breathing in the room was heard again, and he was probably already asleep.Around the second watch of the day, Gardenia smelled a suddenly strong aroma of sandalwood on the tip of her nose, and her consciousness became a little confused.

Dimly, she looked into the darkness and saw an old man on crutches standing a foot away from her.

But you see, he is short in stature, his skin is slightly dark, his gray hair is pulled into a bun, and a piece of Ulan cotton is wrapped around his head, but he is wearing a thin blouse, and the blouse is also It's made of cotton, as if someone made it stitch by stitch. The stitches are big, but it must be quite comfortable to wear.

Because when the old man stared at Gardenia, he would always touch the stitches sewn at the corner of his clothes with careful hands, but his expression was full of attachment and reluctance.

"Are you...Mr. Huang?" Gardenia looked at his expression and naturally guessed his identity.

The old man Huang raised his eyes and glanced at Gardenia, pursed his flat lips, nodded, looked at the thick stitches on the cotton blouse as if looking at a treasure, and murmured in a low voice, "This is my wife. There are many clothes that you personally sewed for me, but it's a pity that I...have never looked at them properly before."

He tapped the ground with his crutch, turned around and walked forward, but said to Gardenia behind him: "Follow me."

"What do you want to do? Where... is here?" Gardenia also asked at the beginning, but it was obvious that the old man Huang ignored her and walked forward, so he had no choice but to follow.

After following Old Man Huang for a few steps, Gardenia suddenly stopped and stopped walking, because she suddenly seemed to be shocked and thought of one thing: Wasn't Huang's wife dead?Today is still his top seven!
As soon as she thought of this, her back was immediately covered with a layer of fine beads of sweat. Gardenia couldn't move forward. Old Man Huang seemed to know what she was thinking. He actually stopped and turned to look at Gardenia. Her mouth flattened, and a smile appeared on her face that understood her thoughts.

"Could it be that someone cast a soul-controlling spell on me so that I could see Huang's wife?" A stranger cannot follow the dead. Gardenia has read this in books on previous practice. But this old man Huang actually took her for a while, and now he doesn't know where he took her.

Gardenia turned around, looked around, and found that there was darkness all around. Only there was a light where she was standing, and there was also light outside the old man Huang who was leading the way, so that Gardenia could see him in the darkness. .

"You...where did you take me?"

"Okay, you can see for yourself." The old man Huang smiled and said nothing, stretched out the crutch in his hand, and pointed to the darkness behind him——

The place behind him suddenly became brighter, and what he saw as far as the eye could see was a vast sea of ​​flowers. The stamens of the flowers were huge and fragrant, stretching out their tender petals, fluttering in the wind, as if inviting gardenias to come over.

"This sea of ​​flowers?"

Gardenia suddenly realized that this sea of ​​flowers was so familiar. She...she had been here before.

(End of this chapter)