In the early morning, when Yun Qing walked out of the wooden house, she found two bunches of dogwood in front of her door. 『Elegant*Wen*Words*Emotion*First*Posted』
"This is the custom of Beichuan continent since ancient times." Xu Wutong appeared from the scroll behind her. He reached out and took off a small cloth bag on the dogwood, then lowered his head and handed it to Yun Qing.
Yun Qing took the bag, which was stuffed with cornel leaves and emitted a clear medicinal smell. She frowned slightly: "Is it used to repel insects?"
Xu Wutong was startled, then smiled and said: "It can be used to repel insects, but there is also a saying among the people that it can be used to ward off evil spirits. Let's wear it when we go hiking later."
The bag was small and had thick stitching. Yun Qing immediately recognized it as the work of the fat girl behind the house. There is a spiciness in the fragrance of dogwood, and it smells warm. It can easily dispel the chill of late autumn, but Yun Qing does not feel comfortable smelling it.
"...it smells weird." Yun Qing still hung the bag around his neck honestly.
Xu Wutong thought for a while, and then said uncertainly: "Isn't it a fragrance? Maybe it's because you practice the devil's way. This thing can ward off evil and evil, so it is somewhat incompatible with the scent of the devil's way."
When he was alive, the orthodox demonic path had already retreated into the Demonic Realm of Wuwu for tens of thousands of years, and Dogwood was a specialty of Beichuan, so he didn't quite understand it.
Yun Qing touched her nose, then picked up her luggage and closed the wooden door: "When did I become a wicked person?"
Xu Wutong chuckled and shook his head, pretending to be serious: "The Demon Lord has always been so."
His body was a little blurry in the dim morning light, but the smile on his face was very real. He followed Yun Qing, standing in her shadow, and followed her step by step towards Langfeng Mountain.
The mountain was not very steep, but it was densely wooded and there was not even an obvious mountain path to be seen. Yun Qing walked barefoot on the fallen leaves in the forest. The touch under her feet was very soft. After stepping on it, the fallen leaves directly covered her ankles. When she raised her legs, she brought out the flying red leaves. She brought a lot of things to worship her ancestors, including wolfberry and chrysanthemum wine given by the old man next door, a large box of nine-layer Double Ninth Festival cakes made overnight, and some newly purchased incense and candles.
Later, considering that Senior He's grave might have been dug, Yun Qing made a temporary memorial tablet in order not to make the trip in vain...
"The bamboo forest should be in the north of the mountain. I remember I met Mr. He there once." Yun Qing said to Xu Wutong behind him as he walked towards the top of the mountain.
Xu Wutong was not familiar with He Qingqiu, but he had a deep research on the historical materials of the Gaya Dynasty. He said: "As far as I know, the feudal lords live in Shannan."
Yun Qing walked quickly and did not stop even after hearing the opposite statement: "The place of residence and the place of burial are different. Even if I am wrong, it's okay. Anyway, I brought a memorial tablet. I can just find a place where no one is around to pay my respects. .”
"The Demon Lord is really informal..." Xu Wutong also felt that it would be more reliable if Yun Qing saw it with his own eyes, but when he heard her say that, he immediately had nothing to say. en8. He felt that although Yun Qing understood some very superficial etiquette, she was far behind in terms of common sense. Sure enough, she had lived in the Demonic Realm for a long time and did not eat the fireworks of the world...
Yun Qing smiled and said very humbly: "Mr. Xu Wu is the most powerful. I thought that the famous scholar Mo Ling was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. I didn't expect that Mr. Xu could even cook."
It was only after she got here that she knew how to celebrate the Double Ninth Festival. Everything was pieced together from neighbors, but Xu Wutong helped make this Double Ninth Festival cake. Yun Qing goes on his own, so he has no need for food and there is no need to spend time on it.
It was quiet in the mountains, and only the sound of Yun Qing stepping on the fallen leaves could be heard. Xu Wutong suddenly felt a little embarrassed. This was the first time he had been praised for such a thing.
"I have been alone for decades. Is this necessary?" He suddenly remembered something, "It's a pity about the ninth-grade soup. It would have been better if the Demon Lord had told me a few days earlier."
Yun Qing's expression was calm: "It doesn't matter. I'm sorry for bothering you sir to do this... I'm so offended."
Even though her cultivation was sealed, her speed was extraordinary, and the two of them reached the top of the mountain in about a cup of tea. The autumn sun has risen, there are no clouds in the sky, the sky is filled with transparent blue, the vast plains spread out at the foot of the mountains, and the Cangjiang River meanders past in the distance. The air around is cold and clean. The freshness of frost and dew in autumn is mixed with the fragrance of vegetation. Taking a big breath in your lungs gives you an inexplicable sense of pleasure. Not far ahead, the bamboo forest was getting denser and denser. It seemed that Yun Qing had gone to the right place.
Xu Wutong looked at this vast territory and sighed in a low voice: "The sky and the earth are vast, life and death are so vast..."
Yun Qing didn't want to take the trouble to look at it now, so she didn't look at it seriously. She walked straight to the front: "By the way, I haven't asked where my husband is buried yet."
Yun Qing's idea is that since they all have to worship, it would be more convenient to worship together. It was said that Jiang Yingyue was buried in Moling. She probably didn't have the opportunity to pay her respects, so she asked Xu Wutong where he was buried.
Xu Wutong was startled. Yun Qing reminded him of some distant memories. Mo Ling had not been able to securely occupy the position of Holy Land for so many years, and there were naturally many conquests. The era he lived in was also an era of rapid expansion of royal power. At that time, Mo Ling's disciples not only had to go into and out of the palace, but also went on expeditions against barbarians, which was quite difficult. Even a scholar like Xu Wutong, who seems to be industrious, must fight with a sword.
He replied somewhat hesitantly: "I will not die a happy death, and there will be no tomb after death..."
Yun Qing heard what he meant, so he immediately said: "Then I will make a tablet for you later."
Xu Wutong was dumbfounded by her: "Is the Demon Lord addicted to sex?"
The surrounding bamboo forests are getting denser and denser, blocking the sunlight in the sky and casting faint sparse shadows in the forest. Yun Qing walked in the gloom, her whole body uncertain. She answered seriously: "I never knew the meaning of ancestor worship before, but now I understand it roughly. Human beings pay tribute to those who have disappeared, in the midst of the changes in things and people. Remembering the glory and greatness of the past not only means to pursue the future with caution, but also to encourage ourselves."
"Yes, the living people remember the deceased over and over again not just for shelter. Many people admire the virtues and righteousness of their ancestors and want those brilliance to reappear in themselves, which may also contain great ambitions." Xu Wutong Quite agreed, he followed Yun Qing's steps and explained to her, "The same is true for Taoist inheritance. The reason why we learn from those ancestors in our enlightenment is not to seek their blessings, but to go further."
Xu Wutong's voice had always been gentle and upright, kind but not affectionate, and Yun Qing felt quite comfortable in it. He is a great human being and a good teacher, not to mention what he cultivates is the Holy Sword Intent that educates all peoples. After a few words, it has won the hearts of many people and has benefited Yun Qing a lot.
He finally said: "From the beginning of the Taoist world hundreds of thousands of years ago to the present, the Taoism has been broadening little by little. We see more and more principles, the Tao we hear is getting deeper and deeper, and we are getting closer and closer to the way of heaven. The closer we get. Each generation takes a step forward while inheriting the legacy of their ancestors. Maybe one day there will be practitioners who follow the unfinished path of their predecessors and finally break out of the shackles of heaven."
Yun Qing felt the sunlight brushing through the slender bamboo leaves and shining on her body. A slight warmth seeped in. She could feel the light, but her eyes were always dark.
"Yeah...Sooner or later there will be such a day." Yun Qing sighed.
She looked around and saw that there were only bamboos. It had not been long since the coffins were opened and the corpses exposed. Even if there was any damage back then, there would probably be no traces of it now.
Just as she was thinking this, Xu Wutong pointed to the bamboo at her feet: "There is a monument."
Yun Qing moved a few steps away and found that the bamboo was crooked and pushed out a broken stone tablet. She put down the bag and began to dig out the stone tablet bit by bit. There were a lot of rocks here, and the stone tablet was sunk deep. It was not easy to dig out with bare hands. However, the Marrow Cleansing Sutra practiced by Yun Qing can strengthen the body, and the previous practice of the Holy Body of Yama is also very beneficial to the body. At most, this stone is dirty and will not cause any trouble.
This stone tablet looks very big, but when it was dug out, it was only half a corner, and the incomplete half didn't even have any words on it.
"It was the stone that was used to make the tombstone. It must have been destroyed by future generations. After many vicissitudes of life, the bamboo was unearthed, and then it was able to see the light of day again." Xu Wutong felt that there was really a destiny in the dark. If Yun Qing had come a hundred years earlier, , this stone tablet might still be buried in the mound, but it happened to be taken out when she got here.
Yun Qing straightened it up, took out the memorial tablet and placed it in front of him, then removed all the weeds around it and cleared an open space.
While lighting the incense she brought, she asked, "What should I do with the food? Will I throw it here after the worship?"
Xu Wutong shook his head: "Take it back. There are poor people living around you. It's okay to give it to them."
"Senior He, don't you care?" Yun Qing also put the dishes on the table and poured the wine. The wine was rich in fragrance, and it was like being drunk in the autumn.
The vows of human cultivators come from human beliefs, and this kind of wishes and thoughts will be used in every step of their practice. And humane heroic spirits also have a way of sensing the actions of future generations, which means that He Qingqiu will know that someone is worshiping him.
"What does he care about? He can't eat it anyway if the Demon Lord throws it here." Xu Wutong shook his head helplessly.
Yun Qing put everything on the table, then took Kunwu out of the scroll and folded a piece of bamboo next to it. She cut the bamboo as wide as her palm into a straight card shape.
"The Demon Lord really wants to make a memorial tablet for me?" Xu Wutong thought she was joking just now, but he didn't expect Yun Qing to take action now.
Yun Qing nodded. Even if she didn't use magical powers to turn it into real steel, this invisible knife was still extremely sharp. She could sharpen it in just a few strokes. Xu Wutong stopped her: "The Demon Lord set up a tablet for me, have you ever thought about what to write on it?"
"Name?" Yun Qing has already started to take action. Her words are just like her words, but today she deliberately restrained herself. Looking at Zhongzheng's majesty, she doesn't have any hostility.
Of course, Xu Wutong couldn't spend several days explaining to her the various details of erecting a humane memorial tablet. He could only watch her in silence as she carved the simple words on the tablet. He has studied humane etiquette all his life, but in the end, his memorial tablet was a piece of randomly chopped bamboo with only a few menacing big characters on it. No matter how you look at it, there is a slight sense of... shame.
"How?" Yun Qing raised the bamboo in his hand. Xu Wutong was a little confused, but he was still moved in his heart.
"Well, thank you Demon Lord." He smiled and raised his eyebrows, and bowed to salute, very sincerely.
Yun Qing inserted his tablet into the soil at an angle and stood quietly with her eyes closed. The autumn wind blew through her clothes, and the chill was not as cold as the coldness around her.
The Double Ninth Festival cake was still steaming hot when it was first taken out, but now it looks a little cold. Wisps of green smoke came out from the sticks of incense and dissipated in the air before flying very far, leaving only a faint scent of sandalwood. Now that there is no real energy to protect the body, Yun Qing feels that the sandalwood fragrance smells quite strange, not to mention that there is a small bag of dogwood leaves hanging on her chest.
"Climb high, worship ancestors, appreciate chrysanthemums, and drink freely. The last two things are left for the Demon Lord." Xu Wutong also stood calmly and quietly, with similar gentle and gentle expressions on their faces.
Yun Qing shook his head: "There are no flowers to enjoy."
"What about the wine?" Xu Wutong pointed to the wolfberry and chrysanthemum wine she had brought with her. The wine had just been warmed in the morning and was still steaming.
Yun Qing's expression was calm. She raised her hand to open the wine jar and poured a glass into the square cup she carried with her.
The slightly dark red wine rippled with delicate lines in the small glass cup. Yun Qing gently sniffed the fragrance, then rolled up her sleeves and poured out the wine in the cup.
The slightly turbid wine seeped into the dry soil and disappeared on the ground. The sticky wet soil looked a little dirty. The slightly yellowed bamboo leaves soon fell with the wind and covered the soil. There was no trace of the glass of wine in front of the monument - just like those people who disappeared in the rolling tide of history, just a glass of wine. The moment they were buried, they could no longer be found.
"I have been drinking the dew of Huangquan for more than twenty years. Let's have a drink with you when you have attained the great path."
Yun Qing put away her sword and entered the painting, her expression as solemn as winter.