White catkins suddenly fell from the gloomy sky. They were few and far between at first, but then disappeared when they hit the ground. In a moment, they became denser, covering the earth in layers of white clothes.
The howling of the cold wind seems to be mixed with bursts of sadness and joy.
In the courtyard of the Song Mansion, Jin Da Er, who was guarding the young lady's practice, moved, looked to the west, and then looked at the young lady in the courtyard who was meditating with her eyes closed, but there was no movement.
An hour later.
The figure's eyelashes moved slightly, and a few flakes of white frost rolled down.
Song Yushan opened her eyes and found that the world had changed color. She flicked the falling snow off her body: "Is it snowing?"
"It started falling at Chen time." Jin Da said.
"Uncle Jin, I seemed to hear sad music just now?" Song Yushan asked.
Jin Da nodded: "It's coming from the west. The person who just announced the funeral has already arrived."
Song Yushan's heart skipped a beat.
"At the end of noon, Miss Lu's family left." Jin Da said, "My condolences."
In fact, he had expected it a long time ago, but when he heard the news, Song Yushan still felt very heavy.
Last year, Lu Shibo's family took Sister Lu to the county town to seek medical treatment, and she came back in late spring.
Even the talented people in the county failed to cure Sister Lu and only alleviated her physical torture.
Everyone knew then that Miss Lu wouldn't live long.
It was the twelfth lunar month of winter, and the Chinese New Year was coming soon. I thought she could survive another year, but she didn't expect that she would go there with only two days left before the Spring Festival.
It is really a pity to have such a beautiful person at the good age of seventeen.
Song Yushan looked at the sky and just arrived at Shenshi: "Uncle Jin, I'm going to Lu Mansion."
"It's snowing today, and it might get dark earlier. I'll go with Miss!" Jin Da said.
He was worried about the young lady coming back alone at night.
"Okay!" Song Yushan also knew how powerful it was.
Leaving the big white goose to look after the house, she and Uncle Jin quickly went back to their houses, changed into plain clothes, and rushed to the Lu Mansion.
When they arrived at the Lu Mansion, they learned that seven days later would be the nearest suitable day for a funeral. The Spring Festival was approaching, and since she was an unmarried woman, it was not suitable for her to be buried at home, so the funeral shed was set up in Yizhuang, the western suburb of the county.
Song Yushan and Uncle Jin rushed to the western suburbs again.
In Yizhuang, the western suburbs, there was mourning in the funeral shed of the daughter of the Lu family.
Song Yushan burned incense in front of the soul and expressed his condolences to Lu Shibo and his aunt, who had aged several years this year.
"Yushan, you have a heart." Magistrate Lu looked at her and thought of his daughters, who were both hard-luck children. One lost her father at a young age, and the other was frail and suffering from illness since childhood. He stood up, but his daughter left them.
Magistrate Lu was a little empathetic and told her: "I heard that you are in a critical period of practice, just come to your mind. Don't delay your practice. Jun Lan won't mind."
"Practice?" Madam Lu's red and swollen eyes suddenly showed some hope, and she held her hand tightly: "Yushan, you are a practitioner and can understand ghosts and gods. Can you help us check on Junlan and see if she goes down? How are you doing? Is she in the mourning hall now? "
When Magistrate Lu heard this, he felt a little hopeful.
Song Yushan shook his head: "I haven't learned the celestial eye technique yet, so I can't see ghosts and gods."
Mrs. Lu couldn't hide the disappointment in her eyes, and apologized to her: "You have only been practicing for a long time. It's my aunt who got into trouble. I'm sorry."
"Yushan, your aunt is just too worried about Junlan." Magistrate Lu said.
"Uncle Shi, Auntie, I will definitely go see Sister Lu after I learn the Heavenly Eyes in the future." Song Yushan said.
"Okay! Good boy!"
Perhaps there was some hope again, as both Magistrate Lu and Mrs. Lu were in slightly better spirits.
After thinking about it, it might not be a bad thing for her daughter to get rid of the constraints of her body and no longer have to be tortured by illness.
When I came out of the tomb, it was already dark.
The cold wind was howling, Song Yushan had reached the Great Perfection of Tempering Body, and he was practicing Yuehua Mind Technique. He was not afraid of the cold air, but he couldn't help but shudder.
What her mother-in-law said was still fresh in her ears, and Song Yu became kind-hearted.
She didn't know if she was overthinking it, but she always felt like something was peering at her in the dark.
"Miss, let's go home."
Uncle Jin's rich voice sounded, and Song Yushan's heart suddenly dropped: "Okay."
Along the way, they walked quickly back to Song Mansion.
As soon as the door of the house was closed and locked, Song Yushan breathed a sigh of relief: "Uncle Jin, was there a ghost spying on me on the road just now?"
"No." Jin Da said: "Ghosts have no body. Except for the resentful ghosts born of resentment, the other ghosts of the dead, no matter how powerful they are, dare not show off in front of demons and monks who have opened their eyes. They are all avoiding me!"
The unexpected answer seemed to be that she was overthinking. Song Yushan touched her nose and said, "Uncle Jin, did you see Sister Lu's ghost in the Lu Mansion today?"
Jin Da nodded this time: "She is floating in the mourning hall, looking very lively."
Song Yushan almost thought he heard wrongly: "Lively?"
Jin Da was not surprised at all: "Miss Lu is probably adapting to the light ghost body."
Song Yushan: "..."
My mood suddenly became unbearable.
A girl who had to be supported by servants every time she walked, and who had never even left her boudoir a few times, was like a caged bird. Suddenly she was free. She no longer had to worry about fainting and calling the doctor if she walked a few steps too fast. She was happily floating in the mourning hall. , Xi Piaopiao, it seems not strange to adapt to the flexible and elegant soul state?
Death is sad and scary for family and friends, but it may be a new beginning for the deceased.
"Miss, I don't know. Although ghosts look like people after death, their behavior is very different from that of living people." Jin Da thought for a long time before using the word "madness" to describe the ghost's mental state.
Song Yushan was silent again.
Crazy?
Totally unexpected words.
Gloomy, gloomy, sluggish, there are so many words to describe it, why would you use madness to describe it?
She confirmed with Uncle Jin again that he was indeed crazy.
Song Yushan couldn't wait to open his eyes to see the "crazy" ghost in Uncle Jin's words.
In two days, the moon in front of her forehead will have completed its rotation and will be able to reflect the Dantian.
This year, she felt a bit of the loneliness of cultivation.
But as she practiced day after day, she also felt that her realm was becoming more solid.
Half a year ago, Uncle Jin had some insights after listening to her lecture on the "Three Character Classic" and contributed some merit to her.
She already has 5 points of merit, which she will use after she breaks through and advances in two days.
In the last two days, she became more and more careful, striving to achieve perfection so as not to fall short at the last moment.
The 30th day of the twelfth lunar month, the day of the Spring Festival, is also the beginning of the Mao period.
Amidst the sound of firecrackers, Song Yushan began the last practice of the Body Tempering Realm.
Jin Da and Da White Goose were waiting beside her.
At the end of Shen Shi, the moon sets in the sky, and when the moon in front of the forehead disappears in the sea of consciousness, the Dantian vibrates, and the moon rises in the belly and gradually solidifies.
