Changsheng Goudao: Playing suona at the beginning, sending off Xiuxian

"Master, I'm back."

Bai Yu's eyes couldn't stop soreness.

The young Taoist priest beside him was full of surprise:

"Old sir, who are you?"

"This Zhenjun is my master. I personally built his tomb with my own hands."

The Taoist priest was shocked and hurriedly invited Bai Yu to come in for a detailed discussion.

Bai Yu waved his hand to refuse, and looked around the temple.

In addition to the main statue of Zhenjun, there are several gods enshrined next to it.

The first one on the right is called the Grave Digger.

According to the young Taoist priest, this Grave Digger is the first general under Zhenjun, who punishes evil and promotes good, and is best at digging people's ancestral graves.

For a period of time, the people of Jiangcheng were in panic, and the arrogant major families did not dare to oppress the people, for fear that their ancestral graves would be dug.

Until the Red Lotus Sect revived from the ashes and spread from other counties, the atmosphere of the entire Jiangzhou County was the best.

Even gangsters dare not go too far, after all, who doesn't have a ancestral tomb?

Bai Yu laughed dumbly.

I didn't expect that thirty years later, my legend is still circulating in the world.

He looked at the temple.

Then he took the ashes of his master's wife and buried it with his master's tomb.

A few days later, the burial was completed.

Bai Yu played a suona.

The sound of the suona faded away with the wind, and the beauty and the knight depended on each other.

After the suona, Bai Yu felt relieved. He finally completed his responsibility and lived up to Uncle Jiu's teaching.

This suona song was not only to relieve the responsibility of thirty years, but also to commemorate the past.

At this time, the Burial Record jumped.

[Playing the suona: Reaching the pinnacle (5/10 million)]

Unexpectedly, the skill of playing the suona broke through at this time.

From great perfection to the pinnacle, it takes a full million experience points.

After thirty years of funerals, he finally raised the suona to the pinnacle.

In the following days, Bai Yu lived in the temple.

He burned incense, cleaned every day, and talked with his master and his wife.

After a while, he invested in building a larger earth master temple on the original site of the charity cemetery.

He took Lao Mo to collect the bodies of the dead everywhere, which was also considered to accumulate merit for his uncle Jiu and his wife.

During this period, he also visited Zhu Tong and others.

Days passed, the nearby bones were almost collected, and the incense of the earth master temple became more and more prosperous.

In the spring of the second year, Bai Yu left the earth master temple.

The master's wife went home, and he also wanted to go home to see.

In the season when plum blossoms bloomed, he returned to Taohua Village.

When he left, he was covered with morning glow, and when he came back, he was covered with mountain flowers.

Bai Yu returned to his former residence. The shack had long disappeared and was overgrown with weeds.

Only the plum tree he planted himself was in full bloom.

A child who had returned from herding cattle passed by the plum tree and smiled as he caught bees and butterflies.

A group of children were noisy, chasing each other, free and carefree.

A boy with a somewhat gentle air secretly picked a plum flower and gave it to a pretty little girl.

These scenes were so familiar.

The plum tree blooms every year, but the children playing under the tree have changed one after another.

The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year.

Bai Yu walked forward and the plum tree grew taller and taller, covering the sky.

On the trunk, there was a fist mark, which was left by Bai Yu when he was practicing boxing.

The fist mark was covered with moss.

He stroked the plum tree and sighed:

"If the trees are like this, how can people bear it?"

Bai Yu stood under the tree and was silent for a long time.

Under the plum blossoms, he played the melodious suona, and the sound spread across the green mountains.

Bai Yu built a shack nearby and planned to live there for a while.

Later, he broke a branch of plum blossoms and went to Mr. Meng's grave.

He offered the plum blossoms and lit incense, candles and paper money.

While weeding the grave, he said to himself:

"Sir, Changsheng is back."

"I passed on your Meng's Herbal Classic to you."

"And I also passed on the Spring and Autumn Annals you gave me to others. Now he has passed the exam and I have fulfilled your wish for you."

Bai Yu talked to himself and played another suona.

Since returning to Jiangcheng, he has played the suona too many times.

Every suona song represents a cause and effect in the past.

After the suona was finished, Bai Yu bowed heavily.

He stood there for a long time, then turned and left.

After walking a few steps, he found another grave nearby.

The words on the tombstone attracted Bai Yu's attention.

The tomb of Zhou's mother Meng Xiaoyu.

The filial son Zhou Niansheng.

Xiaoyu?

The little girl with pigtails who called "Changsheng brother" and "Changsheng brother" all day long is gone.

Xiaoyu, Niansheng.

Bai Yu's heart twitched for no reason.

Xiaoyu and Bai Changsheng were childhood sweethearts, and they also had a vague affection for each other.

Unfortunately, at that timeBai Yu couldn't protect himself, let alone support Xiao Yu, so he could only choose to remain silent.

Some people, once you miss them, you'll miss them forever.

When we meet again, we'll be separated forever.

You'll be buried in the mud, while I'll be living in the world with snow all over my head.

Bai Yu sighed, took off his suona, and played another song.

When the song ended, he saw a middle-aged man coming not far away.

He came over with a basket.

Seeing Bai Yu, he said:

"Old man, are you my mother's friend?"

Bai Yu was still immersed in the suona:

"My mother?"

The middle-aged man nodded:

"Yes, my name is Zhou Niansheng, this is my mother Meng Xiaoyu, are you my mother's friend?"

Bai Yu came back to his senses:

"Oh, I guess so."

Zhou Niansheng placed tribute incense and candles:

"Today is my mother's memorial day, you can come to see her, she will be very happy."

Is today Xiaoyu's memorial day?

Is it a coincidence that I happened to run into Xiaoyu's memorial day when I returned? Or is it God's will?

Zhou Niansheng was a bit nagging:

"Sir, since you are my mother's friend and can play the suona, do you know what the 'Eternal Life Song' is?"

"Before my mother passed away, she kept chanting the 'Eternal Life Song' and 'Eternal Life Song'. We don't know what the tune is."

Bai Yu looked dazed and said after a while:

"The Eternal Life Song is a lost song that represents the grief for the deceased."

Zhou Niansheng suddenly realized and smiled:

"So that's how it is. Before my mother died, she told me that if someone from afar came to pay tribute to her, I should give this thing to him."

"It seems that you, old sir, are the distant guest my mother mentioned."

As he said this, he handed over a purse embroidered with peach blossoms.

Bai Yu took the purse, and memories came flooding back like a tide.

At the beginning, Xiaoyu used this purse to try to give Bai Yu pocket money.

Open the purse, and there are five white stones inside.

In his memory, this was picked by the river when they were young, and used to play the game of "hitting stones".

Bai Yu stood there, speechless for a long time.

A breeze blew through the mountains for no reason, as if his lover was caressing his face.

In a trance, he saw a pretty little girl again, smiling with white teeth, and her two braids swaying.

"Brother Changsheng, are you back?"