Tao Zang Xuan Zhi

For the next two days, everything was calm.

Even those as powerful as King Yan and as good as Zou Shui'er would not dare to take action at this time. The funeral of the old lady was not only a matter for the Zhong family, but also a major event for the Laoxian Sect, and it touched the hearts of all the people in the Laoshan area.

On the seventh day, there was a big funeral.

People came from all directions to attend the funeral, and the crowds lined up from the mountain city whistle to the gate of Zhongfu. The Laoxian Sect had to deploy a large number of disciples to maintain order. Fortunately, most of the people came here out of respect for the old lady. Everyone was immersed in sad silence and did not want to cause trouble, but it did not consume too much manpower of the Lao Xianmen.

Zhong Wanling still failed to enter the main hall of the mourning hall. This was what she had expected. When she faced Grandma Li's body and made a confusing decision, there was no room for change in the matter.

The master of ceremonies announced Zhong Wanling's name.

Under the watchful eyes of all the clan members, Zhong Wanling walked to the Guo stage in the main hall. A futon had been placed there early in the morning, prepared for her. Zhong Wanling knelt down solemnly, folded his hands downward and placed them in front of him. He bent down and kowtowed three times. He took three sticks of incense from his mother Zhong Shujuan's hand, held it flat in front of his chest, held the incense and bowed three more times. Then he handed the incense to Zhong Shujuan, watched the incense being inserted into the incense burner, then stood up and retreated to the clan members outside the hall.

When Zhong Wanling stood up, the futon placed in the middle of the Guo stage was removed - it was specially prepared for her. It can be considered a special treatment.

Zhong Wanling stood in the crowd, looked at this scene, and smiled to himself.

After all the relatives paid their condolences, Zhong Cheng, the chief of Bu Meng Pavilion, presided over it. The three sons of the old lady covered the old lady's body with a brocade quilt, sealed the coffin, and nailed it.

After that, the people who support the spirit and guide the spirit appear. In fact, this was something that had been decided a long time ago, and with Zhong Shujuan's efforts to suppress the crowd and hundreds of people watching, naturally no one dared to raise objections to Zhong Jianan's spirit guide.

But there was a problem with the person who would support the spirit and carry the coffin.

Zhong Kyu joined the army in his early years and later injured his left leg. He was unable to receive timely help and became disabled. Later, my wife ran away because of this. He didn't want to marry again and raise his two daughters alone. Because his wife ran away, there was a lot of gossip at home, so he took his two daughters out on a business trip. It's not unpleasant for the family to live in the open and wander around, but the injury to Zhong Kyu's left leg has worsened year by year. Now he can't move at all. He not only needs crutches to walk, but also needs help. Naturally, it was impossible for him to carry the coffin in such a state.

Zhong Gui didn't know what he was thinking. He actually ignored everyone's puzzled looks and walked out of the mourning hall with the support of his eldest daughter Zhong Shuqing. He stood on the edge of the crowd in front of the hall. His legs and feet seemed to be even less flexible than the previous two days.

"Third child, what do you mean?"Zhong Yan suppressed his anger and glared at Zhong Gui outside the hall.

Zhong Gui leaned on crutches, sighed, and said lightly:"As you can see, I am a useless person now."

Zhong Gui raised his head and looked at the gray sky. The weather is really suitable for a funeral. But……"Hey, I'm afraid I can't lift this coffin."

There was silence in the hall, but whispers came from outside the hall.

Zhong Wanling secretly laughed, her little grandpa surprised her. The little grandpa can carve his way in the business world, so he is naturally a very smart person. She is sure that the little grandpa is a very smart person. Grandpa already understood her suspicions, and she also understood her little grandpa's reluctance, but she never expected that her little grandpa would express his little protest to everyone with a double entendre in this way. Zhong Wanling smiled slightly, she They are all a little envious of this kind of cunning and courage.

This is undoubtedly a good excuse, reasonable and difficult to refute. Even a fierce and powerful person like Zhong Shujuan cannot force a person who has difficulty even walking to carry the coffin. But temporarily The replacement undoubtedly exposed the problems in the family to the public eye.

Everyone in the hall could only stare at Zhong Gyu who was looking up to the sky with hatred, and cursed all the curse words in their hearts.

"Why not let me do it."A man's voice was suddenly heard from outside the hall, which was full of calmness but also chic.

Everyone turned around in surprise."Your Majesty! ?"

"Let me take the place of nephew Wuyuan."The King of Yan is tall. Although he is older, his physical strength is far better than that of his nephews. It is not difficult to carry the coffin and support the spirit. But the difficulty lies in his status.

Zhong Shi persuaded with a smile:"The King of Yan has a distinguished status.……"

"I am my sister's biological brother and can be considered a close relative. Is there any problem with my identity?"The King of Yan asked back.

There was no problem, and no one dared to have a problem.

So, this little turmoil was overturned by the free and easy wind of the King of Yan.

Zhong Wanling did not keep looking outside the mourning hall. The people who came to attend the funeral this time There were so many. In addition to almost all the Zhong clan members, some higher-level disciples and masters from Lao Xian Sect, and a large number of people who came spontaneously, the team was very large.

At the moment when King Yan came forward, Zhong Wanling could not move. She squeezed out the crowd with a loud voice.

With a series of loud firecrackers, the crowd became restless.

Zhong Wanling knew that it was time for the"filial son to throw the basin". She had no time and did not want to care whether it was Zhong Lin or the one who threw the basin this time. His uncle was Rujun, or Zhong Jianan.

She quickened her pace, even used Qinggong, and ran quickly in the opposite direction of the crowd. As she ran, she pulled off her loose mourning clothes and tied them around her waist, revealing her inner clothes. Wearing a lean white round-collared robe, he jumped as light as an egret onto the roof of a house, then flew along the high and low roofs, and quickly passed out of the mountain gate.

Outside the mountain city wall, beside a path There is a horse with white spots tied to the crooked neck of the tree. It is the horse that Zhong Wanling"bought" at the inn when he was rushing back to Lao Xianmen that night. There is also a white gauze hat hanging on the saddle, showing that The master was nearby.

Zhong Wanling fell from the towering city wall quickly and silently like a predatory egret. He quickly rushed to the horse, untied the reins tied to the tree, took off the bamboo hat on the saddle, and stepped on it neatly. She tied the gauze hat on herself and drove the horse to move with her feet.

She had to seize the time. Although the funeral procession had to slowly circle around the mountain city before leaving the city, she could not be seen. There was not much time.

According to the tradition of Zhong Jiaying's outstanding funeral, the funeral procession will first walk roughly around the mountain city, then exit the mountain city along Mengchuan River, all the way to the foot of the mountain to view Meng Lake, and then follow the ancient road from Shanyin to the top of Lao Mountain to reach the sacred tree on the top of the mountain. Bottom - that is where the heroes of the Zhong family rest for generations. The coffins will be burned to ashes under the sacred tree on the top of Lao Mountain, and then buried under the sacred tree, symbolizing the return to the sacred tree and being shaded by the sacred tree forever.

Zhong Wanling is not She planned to go to the top of Lao Mountain before them, and she wanted to go somewhere else.

There was a strange rock on Lao Mountain, which was separated from the top of Lao Mountain by a small col. It was a huge piece of blue rock, almost as high as the top of Lao Mountain. From a distance, it looks like a crutch wielded by an old woman, hence the name Guitou Rock.

This is the destination of Zhong Wanling’s trip.

Zhong Wanling quickly descended from Lao Mountain and rode across the shallows of Guanmeng Lake. Snow-white horse hooves flew. When he stepped on it, he splashed with water, just like a divine horse stepping on a lotus. When he got on the ancient road and turned to the bamboo path, the slope here became steeper and it was difficult for the horse to move. Zhong Wanling found a hidden bush behind the bamboo forest and put the horse there. He tied it to the tree, touched the horse's head, calmed the horse a little, and quickly flew up the path. The white figure shuttled nimbly through the bamboo forest, like a sensitive egret, and soon arrived at a place close to A straight mountain wall.

This is the bottom of Guitou Rock.

Guitou Rock is tens of feet high and extremely steep. Apart from a few cracks and potholes, there are a few weeds and shrubs, and there is almost no place to grip. However, this is For Zhong Wanling, who is close to the enlightened state, this is not an obstacle. She gathered her strength and leaped ten meters with all her strength. Seeing the right moment, she would either support or step on her, and sometimes she would climb onto the raised rock wall or the slanting branches of the weeds. She would fly up like a bird. The swifts flying around the pillars soared up into the blue clouds.

In a short time, Zhong Wanling had climbed onto Guitou Rock.

A light mist lingers around, mixed with the light rain of early spring.

Standing on the top of the rock, Zhong Wanling really felt as if he were at the top of the mountain and could see all the small mountains at a glance. She could clearly see that in the lush green sea of ​​Laoshan, there was a long white procession slowly walking through, like a long white silk swaying gently.

The noisy suona sound penetrated the sky, and even the distant Zhong Wan Ling could faintly hear the contradictory joy. Gradually, the white streamers swayed, shrank, and gathered at the top of Lao Mountain, like the snow-white hair of an old woman.

Going down to Mengchuan and looking at Menghu, life is like a mirage. Riding on the fuyao, ascending to the sky, turning into dust and traveling around the world.

A moment later, two huge thunderclaps resounded throughout the world.

Zhong Wanling saw fire flashing from the top of Lao Mountain from a distance. She took off her gauze hat, laid it flat on her side, put on her mourning clothes again, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed three times solemnly towards the top of the mountain.

"The immortal gate bell brings the spirit to send the old lady off."

No matter how talented you are, I can't save you from fire and water; no matter how blessed the gods are, I have no chance to see you for the last time; no matter how talented you are, I can't see you on your last journey.

Tears came out of your eyes, and fell on the blue rock with your lowered head. A drop of light rain in the mountains.

No one noticed a white figure on the rock opposite, just like no one noticed an extra cloud in the overcast sky.

Zhong Wanling stood quietly on Guitou Rock, watching Watching the crowds on the opposite cliff, watching the dazzling fire in the rock field under the trees, watching the fire swaying and swallowing.

Then, the fire gradually weakened, but it was still red and dazzling.

Zhong Wanling did not stop for much, jumped down, swept down the rock, and stepped on She quickly found her horse in the waves of bamboo. She had to rush back to the mountain gate before anyone came down from the top of the mountain. The horse's hooves trampled the silver flowers, and the silhouettes hurriedly glanced across the mirror lake, and the white people hurried all the way.

Most of the people in the city went up the mountain. The people who stayed behind were tired and relaxed from the hard work of the past few days.

Zhong Wanling dismounted his horse in the bushes outside the city and let the horse go back by itself. He jumped up the city wall again and flew all the way along the eaves back to the Magnolia House in Zhong Mansion on the mountain.