In the early morning, when Yun Qing walked out of the wooden house, she found two bunches of cornel in front of her door.
"This is the custom of the Beichuan mainland since ancient times." Xu Wutong manifested from the scroll behind her, he reached out and took off a small cloth bag from the dogwood, then lowered his head and handed it to Yunqing.
Yun Qing took the cloth bag, and it was stuffed full of dogwood leaves, emitting a clear medicinal smell. She frowned slightly: "Is it used to repel insects?"
Xu Wutong was taken aback, then smiled and said: "It can be used to drive away insects, but there is also a folk saying that it can be used to ward off evil spirits. Wear it when you climb the mountain later."
This cloth bag is small, with thick stitches, and Yun Qing immediately recognized it as the handicraft of the fat girl behind the house. There is a spicy smell in the fragrance of cornel, and it smells warm, which can easily dispel the chill of late autumn, but Yunqing doesn't feel very comfortable smelling it.
"... It smells strange." Yun Qing hung the cloth bag around her neck obediently.
Xu Wutong thought for a while, and then said uncertainly: "Isn't it a fragrance? Maybe it's because you practice the magic way. This thing can ward off evil and evil, and it's somewhat against the breath of the magic way."
When he was alive, the orthodoxy of the demonic way had retreated into the realm of innocence for tens of thousands of years, and cornel was a specialty of Beichuan, so he didn't quite understand it.
Yun Qing rubbed her nose, then picked up her bag, and closed the wooden door: "When did I become a wicked person?"
Xu Wutong smiled and shook his head, pretending to be serious and said: "The Demon Lord has always been."
His body was a little blurred in the early morning light, but the smile on his face was very real. He followed behind Yun Qing, stood in her shadow, and followed her step by step towards Langfeng Mountain.
The mountain is not steep, but it is so densely wooded that there is not even a clear mountain path. Yun Qing walked barefoot on the fallen leaves in the forest, and the touch under her feet was very soft. After stepping on them, the fallen leaves did not reach her ankles, and she raised her legs to bring out pieces of flying red leaves. She brought a lot of things to sacrifice to the ancestors, the wolfberry and chrysanthemum wine given by the old man next door, a large box of nine-layer Double Ninth Cake made overnight, some newly purchased incense and candles.
Later, considering that Senior He's tomb might have already been dug up, 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 is not familiar with He Qingqiu, but he has a deep research on the historical materials of the Gaya Dynasty. He said: "As far as I know, the Marquis of Fengjiang lives in the south of the mountain."
Yun Qing walked fast, and didn't stop after hearing the contrary statement: "The place of residence is different from the place of burial. It's okay to be wrong, anyway, I brought a memorial tablet, and I will just find a place where there is no one to pay my respects. .”
"The Mozun is really informal..." Xu Wutong also felt that what Yun Qing saw with his own eyes would be more reliable, but once he heard her say that, he immediately had nothing to say. He felt that although Yun Qing understood some very superficial etiquette, she was far behind in common sense. She really lived in the realm of no delusions for a long time, and she didn't eat the fireworks of the world...
Yun Qing smiled, and said very modestly: "Mr. Xu Wu is the best. I thought that the famous scholars in Moling are proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. I didn't expect that Mr. Xu can even cook."
She didn't know how to celebrate the Double Ninth Festival until she arrived here. The things were all pieced together from the neighbors, but Xu Wutong helped make this Double Ninth Cake. Yun Qing made his own food, so he never had a need for food, and there was no need to spend time on it.
The mountain was quiet, only the sound of Yun Qing stepping on the fallen leaves was heard, Xu Wutong was suddenly a little embarrassed, it was the first time he was praised for such a thing.
"I've been away alone for decades, so I have to know this, right?" He suddenly remembered something, "It's a pity that the Nine Grade Soup, if only Mozun had told me a few days earlier."
Yun Qing's expression was flat: "It's okay, but I troubled Mr. to do this... How offended."
Even if her cultivation was sealed, her speed was extraordinary, and the two of them reached the top of the mountain within about a cup of tea. The autumn sun has risen, the sky is cloudless, the sky is blue, the vast plain spreads out at the foot of the mountain, and the Cangjiang River winds through the distance. The surrounding air is cold and clean, and the freshness of frost and dew in autumn is mixed with the fragrance of plants and trees. It feels inexplicable to breathe in the lungs. The bamboo forest not far ahead is getting denser and denser, it seems that Yun Qing went 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 boundless..."
Yun Qing is not very willing to look at it now, so she didn't look at it seriously. She walked straight ahead: "By the way, I haven't asked where the husband is buried yet."
Yun Qing's idea is that they all have to worship anyway, and it's more convenient to worship together. It is said that Jiang Yingyue was buried in Moling, and she probably had no chance to pay her respects, so she asked Xu Wutong where he was buried.
Xu Wutong was stunned, he was recalled by Yun Qing some long-term memories, Mo Ling has not been able to sit firmly in the Holy Land for so many years, and naturally there are 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 enter and leave the deep palace, but also expedition to the barbarians, which was quite difficult. Even a literati like Xu Wutong, who seems to be inactive, must fight with a sword.
He replied somewhat shyly: "I didn't die well, and there is no burial after death..."
Yun Qing heard what he meant, so she said immediately: "Then I'll make you a memorial tablet later."
Xu Wutong was dumbfounded by her: "Is Mozun addicted to doing this?"
The surrounding bamboo forests are becoming more and more dense, the sunlight in the sky is blocked, and the forest casts faint shadows. Yun Qing walked in the shadows, feeling erratic, and she replied seriously: "I never knew the meaning of ancestor worship in the past, and now I understand it a little bit. Humans pay homage to those who have passed away. Reminiscing about the glory and greatness of the past is not only the meaning of chasing after the end, but also the meaning of exhorting oneself."
"That's right, the living remember the dead over and over again not just for the sake of shelter. Many people seek the virtues and righteousness of their ancestors, and want to reappear those brilliance in themselves, which can also contain great ambitions." Xu Wutong Quite agreeing, he explained to her while following Yun Qing's steps, "The same is true for the inheritance of Taoism. The reason why we learn from those ancestors in the process of proving the Tao is not to seek their blessings, but to go further."
Xu Wutong's voice has always been gentle and upright, kind but not intimidating, and Yun Qing felt quite comfortable in it. The human way can be good at being a teacher, not to mention that what he cultivates is the holy sword meaning to educate the people, and a few words can get people's hearts, and Yun Qing has benefited a lot.
He finally said: "From the beginning of the Taoist world hundreds of thousands of years ago to the present, Taoism has been expanding little by little. We have seen more and more principles, heard more and more profound ways, and are getting closer and closer to the way of heaven. The closer. Each generation is taking a step forward while inheriting the legacy of the ancestors. Maybe one day there will be practitioners who walk along the unfinished road of the predecessors, and finally walk out of the shackles of the heavens."
Yun Qing felt the sun shining on her body through the slender bamboo leaves, and a slight warmth permeated in. She could feel the light, but there was always darkness in front of her eyes.
"Yeah... sooner or later there will be such a day." Yun Qing sighed.
She looked around, except bamboo was still bamboo, the coffin was opened and the corpse was exposed not long ago, even if there was any damage back then, most of it can't be seen now.
Just thinking about it, Xu Wutong pointed to the bamboo at her feet: "There is a stele."
Yun Qing moved a few steps away, and found that the bamboo had grown crookedly, and pushed out a broken stone tablet. She put down the burden, and began to dig out the stele bit by bit. There are a lot of rocks here, and the stele is sunk deeply, so digging with bare hands is not easy. However, the Marrow Cleansing Sutra practiced by Yun Qing can forge the body, and the previous practice of Yan Mo's holy body is also quite beneficial to the body. This stone is dirty at best, and it will not cause any trouble.
The stele looks huge, but when it is dug out, it is only half a corner, and there is no ligature in the half corner.
"It was the stone material used to make the tombstone back then. It must have been destroyed by later generations. After several vicissitudes, it was unearthed by this bamboo, so it was able to see the light of day again." Xu Wutong felt that there was really a destiny in the dark, if Yunqing had come a hundred years earlier Well, this stele might still be buried in the mound, but it was brought out when she got here.
Yun Qing straightened it up, took out the tablet and placed it in front of him, then cleared out the surrounding weeds and cleared an open space.
While lighting the incense she brought, she asked, "What about the food? Do you throw it here after the worship?"
Xu Wutong shook his head: "Take it back, the poor people live around you, so it's good to send them off."
"Senior He doesn't care?" Yun Qing also put the dishes on the table, and poured the wine.
Humanity practitioners' vows come from the beliefs of the human race, and every step of their practice will use this wish and mind. And the heroic spirit of humanity also has a way of perceiving the actions of the descendants, which means that He Qingqiu will know that someone is worshiping him.
"What does he care about? Anyway, he won't be able to eat what the Demon Lord throws here." Xu Wutong shook his head helplessly again.
Yun Qing laid out all the things, then pulled out Kunwu from the scroll, and folded a bamboo beside her. She cut the palm-width bamboo into a straight card shape.
"Mozun really wants to make a tablet for me?" Xu Wutong thought she was joking just now, but Yun Qing did it right away.
Yun Qing nodded, even if she didn't use magical powers to turn it into real steel, this invisible knife was extremely sharp, and she could cut it in two or three strokes. Xu Wutong stopped her: "The Mozun set up a tablet for me, have you ever thought about what to write on it?"
"Name?" Yun Qing has already started to do it, her words are like a person, but today she deliberately restrained herself, looking at Zhongzheng's atmosphere, she didn't have any hostility.
Of course, Xu Wutong couldn't spend several days explaining to her all the details of setting up a human tablet, so he could only silently watch her engrave the simple lettering. He had studied humane etiquette all his life, but in the end his memorial tablet was just a random bamboo with only a few aggressive characters on it. No matter how you look at it, there is a faint... 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 Venerable." He frowned with a smile, and bowed in salute, very earnestly.
Yun Qing inserted his tablet obliquely in the soil, closed her eyes and stood still, the autumn wind brushed her skirt, the chill was not as cold as her whole body.
The Double Ninth Cake was still steaming hot when it was first taken out, but now it looks a bit cold. Wisps of green smoke rose from the few sticks of incense, and dissipated in the air before flying far, leaving only a faint scent of sandalwood. Now that she lacks her body protection, Yun Qing thinks that the sandalwood scent smells rather strange, not to mention that she still has a small bag of dogwood leaves hanging on her chest.
"Climbing the heights, worshiping the ancestors, appreciating the chrysanthemums, and drinking freely. There are only two things left for Mozun." Xu Wutong also stood quietly, and the expressions of both of them were similar and gentle.
Yun Qing shook her head: "There are no flowers to reward."
"What about the wine?" Xu Wutong pointed to the wolfberry and chrysanthemum wine she had brought, which had just been warmed in the morning and was still steaming.
There was no wave in Yun Qing's expression, she raised her hand to open the crack of the wine jar, and poured a glass into the square inch cup she carried with her.
The slightly dark red wine rippled delicate lines in the small glass cup, Yun Qing sniffed the scent lightly, then rolled up his sleeves and poured out the wine in the glass.
The slightly turbid wine seeped into the dry soil and disappeared on the ground in one fell swoop. The sticky wet soil looked a little dirty. The slightly yellowed bamboo leaves quickly fell with the wind and covered the soil, and there was no trace of this glass of wine in front of the monument—just like those people who disappeared in the rolling waves of history, just a glass of wine The moment they fell into the ground, they could no longer be found.
"Huangquan has been eating wind and drinking dew for more than 20 years. Let's have a drink with your husband after you get the truth."
Yun Qing retracted her knife and entered the painting, her expression was as awe-inspiring as winter.