He Zhi's expression was extremely serious and cautious, with questions in his eyes.
Obviously, she wanted to listen to my opinion.
I was startled, then became gentler, touched her head, and whispered: "Why not? You want to raise a wolf mastiff, this is a good thing."
A smile suddenly broke out on He Pheasant's face.
Her eyes fell on Dun Kong, who was still chasing the old chicken in the courtyard, and she murmured softly: "Although eldest brother and Mr. Liao help Dun Kong, he can turn danger into disaster, but I, as a mother, must also protect him." Good to him."
I didn't stop He Fei's idea, and I didn't say much either.
As long as I can't do the hexagrams and don't pry into the secrets of heaven, then everything that He Fei and I do should be within the calculations of Liao Cheng and Jiang Pan's hexagrams.
If it is not broken or established, it will be auspicious...
Also, what Liao Cheng said about vitality elsewhere and what he said from the side made me vaguely guess.
"I will protect you mother and son." I whispered, while holding He Zhi into my arms.
Time passed quickly, and Dunkong couldn't catch up with Laoji for a while. He squatted on the ground, his face was red, and he was panting.
The old chicken shook the hair on its neck. Instead of running away, it flapped its wings towards Dunkong, as if in provocation.
Dunkong got up from the ground again, took two steps forward, and finally fell to the ground, completely without any strength at all.
The old chicken held his head high, like a victorious general.
It walked slowly under the eaves, fluttered its wings and flew up to the tile roof, lazily basking in the sun.
He Zhi broke away from me, hurried over, helped Dunkong up, and held him in his arms.
After waiting for a while, there was a knock on the door, and Huang Qi's respectful shout.
"Sir, Mayor Tang and the townspeople are here, everyone is ready." Zhu Xian went over and opened the door.
In addition to Huang Qi and Tang Song standing at the door, there was a large group of people behind them.
Everyone is wearing sackcloth and mourning!
Huang Qi walked up to us holding several sets of clothes in his hands.
The mourning robe at the top is very small, obviously prepared for Dunkong.
I brought over three sets and asked He Zhi to put them on Dunkong. He Zhi and I also put on mourning clothes.
During this period, Huang Qi also gave mourning clothes to Zhu Xian and Jiang Pan.
Tang Song first signaled and bowed to me. After I nodded, he immediately waved, and eight muscular men came in behind, holding bamboo poles in their hands.
Coffin bearers do have some skills in burying coffins.
But if the husband is here and there is a graveyard burial method, there is no need for a coffin bearer at all.
My master doesn’t need it at all.
The eight men carefully tied the coffin with red cloth and passed it through with bamboo poles.
After getting ready, they each stood up and lifted the coffin steadily with a low shout.
Jiang Pan walked out of the hall, respectfully arrived in front of the mourning hall, and held the coffin in his arms.
I took a deep breath. Even though my master had passed away many years ago, I still felt sad.
Especially when I saw the coffin being moved from its original position, I felt an uncontrollable sense of disappointment.
From today on, he will no longer look at us in Dixianglu.
"Yin Yang, it's time to hit the road." Jiang Pan called me in a low voice.
"Yes, brother." I managed to calm down and walked to Jiang Pan.
The two of us led the way towards the outside of Dixiang Lu.
He Fei walked behind me with Dun Kong in his arms, Huang Qi followed me, and Zhu Xie walked beside the coffin like a servant.
When I left Dixianglu, I saw a crowd of people.
Townspeople dressed in mourning clothes almost completely blocked both sides of the road, leaving only one path.
Jiang Pan raised his head and looked at everyone, his eyes were slightly red.
"Today my late father was buried, and the whole town had to send him off. My father's spirit in heaven can be comforted. Jiang Pan would like to thank you all." After the choked words fell, Jiang Pan bowed deeply.
However, all the townspeople fell to their knees almost at the same time, kowtowing three times in the direction of the coffin.
Their voices were equally sad, and they trembled: "The people of Tang Town have been protected by Mr. Jiang. It's a good day. I'll send you to sleep..."
Two lines of tears flowed down Jiang Pan's face.
Before I knew it, my face felt warm, and tears overflowed from my eyes.
He Pheasant was also crying, and even Dun Kong had red eyes. He carefully wiped the tears of He Pheasant, but the tears also flowed all over his little face.
The next moment, Jiang Pan walked forward with much firmer steps.
I'm next to him...
Zhu Xun's hoarse and deafening shouts came from behind.
"In the years of war and chaos, there is much suffering in the world."
"We have Mr. Jiang Yihong to protect the peace of the people!"
"Sir, you don't love money. You will spend all your money to save the poor."
"Sir, you are so kind-hearted that there are no disasters or diseases wherever you go."
"When a person's life is over, his skin may go away, but his soul will never go away! He will leave his name in this world forever!"
These words made me tremble.
Zhu Xun is a rough man.
But the emotion invested by rough people is actually stronger than that of ordinary people.
Especially what he said was all explaining Master's good deeds in this life!
I murmured under my breath and repeated his words.
This is a lead.
Almost all the townspeople are repeating Zhu Xian's words, feeling sad and sad, but more importantly, it is a kind of belief.
Although Jiang Yihong is dead and his body is no longer with him, his good deeds will make it impossible for anyone to forget him.
I suddenly thought of what Liao Cheng said.
We are gentlemen, gentlemen of yin and yang, how can we care about skin?
When I walked out of Tang Town, I discovered that there were horses coming from outside the town.
And more than one horse! Most of the people on horseback were not from the world of martial arts, but mostly elderly people. Their clothes were not ordinary, but showed luxury.
When they got close, they almost abandoned their horses, stumbled to the roadside, and knelt on the ground.
Karamatsu, who was following me, took a few steps forward. He first apologized and then told me in a low voice that the reason why he was delayed all morning was related to some people.
When Mr. Jiang died that year, many people knew about it, and some families kept people in Tang Town all year round.
I want to know when Mr. Jiang will be buried, so that they can come and see him off at that time.
I was stunned for a moment, then sighed: "They can remember Master. Master's kind thoughts are not in vain. Tang Song, how can I blame you?"
Jiang Pan did not stop and kept walking forward.
There were people coming from afar and joining the funeral procession.
Even people from the Gou family came, with Gou Qian as the leader, Gou Lu beside him, and all the people behind him came to collect the corpses.
After leaving Tang Town, keep walking towards the west.
After passing through a large area of green turf and crossing several raised hills, we finally came to a low mountain.
In front of the short mountain, there is a pool of water, which is green and green.
And this short mountain is extremely weird, with its front and rear facing straight, and the slope of the hillside extremely steep.
If you look at it from a distance, it looks like a rectangular mountain, long and narrow.
There is a saying in the House Sutra: If you have a ladder to go up to heaven, you can become a Buddha and become an immortal!
This is an extremely rare Feng Shui mountain that is not for future generations or relatives.
Only for the dead!
There is a record in Dixiang Kanyu that when the husband was buried, he first asked for the Dragon Tower Treasure Hall, and secondly, he asked to climb the Immortal Mountain!
If you are buried in these two mountains, your corpse will be feathered.
