Rebirth of the eldest daughter

Chapter 365: Protect the heroic soul from wandering
The next morning.

A trace of fish white poured out from the sky, and the heavy door of the government office opened slowly with a "Zhila" sound, and the Bai family walked out slowly.

Xiao Chuanyi, dressed in plain clothes, walked at the front, holding a tablet in his hand. There was no surname or first name written on it, but only the four characters "Heroes of the Anti-Yan Dynasty" written briefly on it.

Everyone in the Bai family was also dressed in plain clothes, with a small white flower on their temples.

The face is plain and the complexion is sad.

Only Bai Mingwei was different. She put on the red dragon scale armor given by Huo Shixun, held a magic weapon in her hand, and wore combat boots. She looked heroic and majestic.

However, there was a white cloth tied on her arm, which was a filial piety cloth worn by all soldiers whose blood was cold on the frontier.

On this day, the sky was just perfect, with no clouds at all, and only the cold wind blowing through my hair.

When a group of people walked through the alley and came to the street, people in plain clothes were already waiting on both sides of the street.

"Chuanyi, let's go."

Bai Mingwei called softly, but Chuanyi just nodded and walked at the front of the team holding the tablet.

Wei Xiao, Feng Qingchen and others went to the burial place of the martyrs with other soldiers first. At this moment, only this little child presided over the funeral ceremony with a group of female relatives.

Because the martyrs come from all over the world, and the funeral customs in different places are not uniform, the Bai family army and the people of Qiang City are bidding farewell to the martyrs in their own way.

The cold wind turned Xiao Chuanyi's face red, and his body looked even thinner when he put on plain clothes.

But as the only male of the Bai family in Qiang City, he performed his duties well.

So even though he was walking among the huge crowd, even though he was shorter than everyone in the crowd, he was holding the memorial tablets of the martyrs and walking slowly on the streets of Qiang City with firm eyes.

Some people were puzzled and asked: "Why is the young master here to hold this tablet?"

Someone replied: "Because some of the dead soldiers were childless, and some of their children were in their hometown far away. The young master took on this responsibility and, as a man, dedicated himself as a son of man to those childless soldiers." It is also the responsibility of those soldiers whose children are far away to send them on their last journey on behalf of their children."

Someone answered: "As expected of a descendant of the old prime minister, a loyal family full of heroic souls!"

Someone else said: "Although the Prime Minister is old, his integrity is not declining. The Bai family is the backbone of Dongling. Although almost all the men have been wiped out, there are still descendants who inherit the Bai family's style."

"..."

This was the second time that Xiao Chuanyi walked among the crowds that crowded the long street.

But the mood is already different.

For the first time, he had just learned that he had become a child without a father. Before he could hold his mother and cry, he had to tell himself over and over again that he must become her mother's support.

Walking on the street and kneeling at the gate of Zhengyang, his heart was filled with sadness, but he still wanted to think about what his mother taught him over and over again.

The second time, he held an anonymous tablet representing tens of thousands of fallen soldiers, and no longer felt as panicked as at the beginning.

He knows his duty well, and today he will properly serve as a man to bid farewell to these soldiers who are cold-blooded on the frontier.

After walking a long distance, the group arrived in front of the Earth Temple.

Xiao Chuanyi held the martyrs' tablet and stepped into the Earth Temple.

The people of Qiang City set up a table for the martyrs next to the statue of the land father-in-law. Xiao Chuanyi stood on tiptoe and placed the tablets on the table.

He took a few steps back, first kowtowed three times to the memorial tablet, and then knelt before the father-in-law of the land.

He said: "My father-in-law, you protect this fertile land so that the people can have a good harvest; the soldiers protect these mountains and rivers and bring peace to the world."

"You are a god who spreads righteousness and respects, and the martyrs are heroic souls who spread righteousness and respect, but the martyrs must not have the magical power of the father-in-law of the land."

"So Chuanyi handed them over to the father-in-law of the land. Please protect their heroic souls from wandering around."

After Xiao Chuanyi finished speaking, he respectfully kowtowed three times to the father-in-law of the land.

Time was limited and there was no time to build an ancestral hall for the martyrs.

But this Tutu Temple, which is full of incense and the inner comfort and support of the people in troubled times, will definitely keep the memorial tablets of heroic souls from being deserted.

After bowing, Xiao Chuanyi walked out of the Tutu Temple.Bai Mingwei handed the soul-inducing flag into his hand.

His small body held up a long soul-inducing flag, but the hanging cloth was much higher than him. However, he still held it firmly and let the cold wind howl, rolling the flag and flying around.

He was as calm as a mountain and walked towards the outside of the city with steady steps.

Beside him was Bai Mingwei in military uniform.

Behind him were the female members of the Bai family, including the injured Ren, who also insisted on accompanying him.

People covered in plain clothes gathered from all directions and silently followed the Bai family's team.

Dozens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands...

The people of Qiang City came out in overwhelming numbers.

Children support old parents, parents hold young children in their arms.

In this unique funeral, no one was absent.

Some of them were carrying funeral items, while others were carrying sacrificial items - poultry, snacks, incense candles and paper money.

It was clearly crowded, but not noisy.

It was this silence that made the sadness permeating the entire city even more intense.

Passing by the place where the main streets of the southeast, northwest and northwest meet, Yu Jiao, who was carrying paper money, reached out and grabbed a handful of paper money from the bamboo basket and waved it hard, causing the paper money to fly all over the sky.

After scattering the money to buy the road paper, Xiao Chuanyi handed the soul-calling flag to Bai Mingwei. He bent his knees and touched the cold stone slab.

But he didn't take it seriously and kowtowed three times to the people accompanying him respectfully.

He spoke with a deep voice: "The price of regaining the mountains and rivers is the lives of thousands of men in Dongling. In order to drive away the enemy, their blood was spilled on this land and they lost their precious lives."

"Some are alone, some have parents, wives, children, and children. No matter it is their hometown or relatives, they will never see them again."

"But it's not like they died without a son. Today, at this moment, Chuanyi is the son of a man who can hold placards and flags for them!"

"The Bai family conveys the righteousness. Here, as the son of the martyrs who have no children, no relatives and no relatives, I would like to express my most sincere gratitude to everyone; and on behalf of the martyrs' children and relatives who are far away, I would like to thank everyone for coming to see me off."

His voice was not loud, with a sad hoarse tone, and carried far and wide in the long silent street.

An old man cried sadly: "Young master, you can't do it! You are the descendant of the old prime minister, how can you take on the responsibilities of the Son of Man for others? You can't do it..."

Xiao Chuanyi stood up slowly. His clean face looked a bit pale against the plain clothes, but the corners of his childish eyes and brows revealed a determination that no one could shake.

He said: "Chuanyi's father and relatives all died on the battlefield. Overnight, Chuanyi became a child without a father."

"If these martyrs hadn't fought with their lives, our land would still be invaded/occupied by Beiyan, and our people would still be enslaved by Beiyan."

"It is them who have saved many, many people like Chuanyi from the pain of losing their loved ones. It is pity that they sacrificed their lives for the country but have no heirs to send them on their last journey."

"Chuan Yi is fortunate to be able to take on the responsibility of the Son of Man and guide thousands of heroic souls to their resting places. In this way, when they go to another place, they will not be laughed at and die without a son."

After saying that, Xiao Chuanyi stood up, took the soul-guiding flag and continued to move forward.

The old man looked at Xiao Chuanyi's thin but strong back and said with tears: "My son and grandson are alive in heaven, and they will definitely be able to smile."

It turns out that the old man once had a family full of children and grandchildren. A war took away the lives of his children and grandchildren. The youngest grandson was only 13 years old.

They all died under the axes of the Beiyan people, but they also died for the country behind them.

All the men in the family have died, and the old man has also regretted it. Who will support his children and grandchildren?Who will take him on his last journey?

But now, the descendants of the old prime minister are taking on the responsibility of the Son of Man. This is an honor and a comfort.

I believe my children and grandchildren will be able to travel with peace of mind.

When you go under the Nine Springs, you can smile at the Nine Springs.

(End of this chapter)