On an old tree beside the temple gate, a man in black was sitting on a sturdy, bent branch, leaning against the trunk, with one leg bent and the other hanging down leisurely, looking a little lazy. His plain white face was reflected a little warmly by the lights in the temple, and the outline of Junyi's eyebrows and eyes were softened a little, showing a rare trace of gentleness.
It was none other than Xue Xian.
It was rare for the Fangfu to rest late that night, and the old and young continued to dip a little bit of wine and fell asleep with a little bit of drunkenness. And Xue Xian and the others went out after everyone had stopped.
"Aren't you afraid that your sister will scold you for burning paper in the future?" Xue Xian put his elbows on his knees, and his other hand swayed the leaves hanging by his side.
Jiang Shining was under the tree, looked up at him, shook his head and said, "My sister is soft-hearted and reluctant."
"You're willing to leave without saying goodbye." Xue Xian grabbed two leaves and folded them in his hands.
"If I don't take advantage of the night to go, I can't go during the day. I can't help her crying at me." Jiang Shining smiled, "Long pain is worse than short pain, I always have to leave, I left her a letter. "
Xue Xian nodded, "Okay, it's your sister, not mine."
He tilted his head, stared at the thin nerd under the tree, looked up and down, and then said, "Have you really thought about it? There is no turning back."
"Well." Jiang Shining nodded, "My parents are on their way, and my sister is doing well. I have no regrets. It's time to go. There is no reason for a good ghost to stay in the world and not reincarnate."
This is indeed the case. If it drags on for too long, it will be difficult to even enter reincarnation, which is not a good thing.
"There is no such thing as a feast in the world." Jiang Shining lowered his head and glanced at his hands, feet, and body, then turned his head to carefully scan the people who came from the temple all the way, and finally looked up at Xue Xian.
The three years he spent dĂ ng in the ruins of the Jiang Family Medical Hall, like a glimpse of light, passed by in the blink of an eye, and he can't even remember it now. The only one who clearly remembered that he suddenly looked up in the tall grass in the corner of the house, and saw this young man in a black robe, his face was so pale that it was almost morbid, but his eyebrows showed an arrogant beauty.
Since then, he has had a paper body, found the broken soul of his father and mother, and even traveled so far, crossed the long river, wrote a full letter, and said goodbye to his sister...
"Suddenly remembered—" Jiang Shining said to Xue Xian, "I don't seem to have ever thanked me seriously."
Xue Xian sneered: "Thank you for what
I have so much to thank, where can I explain it clearly in a few sentences. Jiang Shining smiled.
Xuan Min looked over from the river temple, nodded to Jiang Shining, and then lit the folded yellow paper in his hand. A long incense quietly smoked in the flame of the yellow paper.
The yellow paper was slowly burned to ashes, and the long incense fell down one by one.
Jiang Shining's figure is getting less and less...
He gave a deep nod in Xuanmin's direction in the mist of paper cigarettes, then turned around and bowed to Xue Xian.
"You're so sour all of a sudden, do you want to give a little flattery temporarily, so that I can remember to burn you a piece of paper money in the future?" Xue Xian looked at his increasingly blurred outline, squinting slightly.
Jiang Shining: "I don't need the paper money, and I won't be able to pay it if I burn it." I just wish everyone a safe life through the incense of this river temple.
After all, this parting will really be indefinite again.
Changxiang's last piece of incense ashes scattered, and Jiang Shining's figure was never seen again.
Xue Xian stared at the place where he disappeared for a moment, then turned over and jumped down from the tree. The black robes fluttered and folded in the night, and swept silently across the grass with his steps.
He was at the gate of the temple, but he did not lift his foot to step in. He looked at Xuan Mian who flicked the wick on the side of the incense table, and his heart moved stupidly, and a trace of unexplained regret surged.
Xuan Min glanced at him in the candlelight, and then withdrew his gaze.
With his eyes down, he calmly folded the talisman paper with paper ashes and incense ash on the incense table a few times, swept away his long sleeves, and then the cluster of flames on the candlestick fell into the folded talisman paper. Like a simple river lamp.
Xuan Min held the river lantern made of talisman paper in one hand, and strode toward Xue Xian.
The ground inside the river temple is slightly higher than the outside, Xuan Min stopped by the threshold and handed the river lamp to Xue Xian, his calm gaze fell into Xue Xian's eyes, and he took it back like a dragonfly, " The name of the river is peace."
Can live in peace, can send wild ghosts.
Xue Xian took the river lamp and squinted at Xuan Min again, but saw that he suddenly raised his hand and met Xue Xian's face.