Sorrow, panic, and uncertainty are the current status quo in Zi'an County. Just after experiencing the disaster brought by the ghost cultivator, even the county lord of Zi'an County and the person in charge of the entire county died, which made those ordinary people How not to panic.
At this time, the only ones who can stand up to appease people's hearts are the officials and military personnel of Zi'an County. , Only then did I feel a sense of security.
Inside the Zi'an county government office, white sails had already been hung up at this moment, and a coffin was also placed here, and what was lying in it was the corpse of the county magistrate of Zi'an county.
"Mo He, Daoist Qingmei hasn't returned yet. I can only trouble you for the next few days. I have sent someone to send news to the clan of the county lord. It must be within a few days. There will be people in the clan of the county lord, who will bring the body of the county lord back to the clan for burial." An Shoucheng said to Mo He who was standing aside with a look of exhaustion on his face.
When he heard the sad news of the county lord yesterday, An Shoucheng knew very well that he was going to get busy in the future. As the chief official of Zi'an County, he had to ensure that there would be no other troubles in Zi'an County at this time. So since he came back yesterday, he has been busy until now, and he has hardly eaten a drop of water. Now he also feels very tired.
"Don't worry, Mr. An. I will guard the body of Mr. Xian Zun in the next few days, and wait for the clan of Mr. Xian Zun to come." Mo He, who also did not leave in the county government office, heard An Shoucheng's order, and did not hesitate at all. He hesitated and nodded in agreement.
In fact, there is no need for him to do anything, but the county government is short of manpower, and the mourning hall of the county lord must be guarded, so he, a little Taoist priest, is perfect.
In imperial dynasties, local people are not assigned to the positions of county and government officials who generally rule a region. Cover the sky with one hand.
This kind of thing didn't happen much during the reign of the dynasty, but there were indeed a few cases, so often a parent official in a place died, and his body might be stored in the county government for dozens of days, and he The family members took them back for burial.
After An Shoucheng explained to Mo He, he didn't stay any longer, and hurried out. There were still a lot of things waiting for him to deal with, and he couldn't be free now.
After An Shoucheng left, Mo He was left alone in front of the magistrate's mourning hall.
Looking at the quiet mourning hall in front of him, Mo He suddenly had some sympathy for the county lord, the soul of the county lord. Zhao Yuqing was hooked away by the black chain yesterday, and now he doesn't know if it's safe, even if the county lord is buried, maybe... !
Thinking of this, Mo He became a little depressed again.
Getting up and walking to a futon, sitting cross-legged on it, Mo He slowly closed his eyes and entered the state of meditation.
Now that I have nothing to do, I just make up today's morning class. Due to a lot of delays, Mo He hasn't done today's morning class yet.
The spiritual power in the body runs according to a fixed trajectory. In the sea of consciousness, Mo He can see that in the boundless ocean, a big tree grows alone in the middle of the water, which looks a bit abrupt and harmonious, as if the whole The nourishment of the vast ocean has given birth to such a vegetation, and because of its existence, this vast ocean has a little more vitality.
This picture is still a little illusory now, it doesn't look so real, but compared to the beginning, it is much better now, and it is constantly changing from virtual to real.
For the next seven days, Mo He almost stayed in the mourning hall. Except for occasional people bringing in food, no one disturbed Mo He, giving Mo He a quiet environment for cultivation.
As for the corpse of the county lord, Mo He only needs to pay a little attention and use his spiritual power to prevent the corpse from rotting, and there is nothing else he needs to do.
On the seventh day, a group of people finally came outside the mourning hall. The one walking in the front was An Shoucheng, and there were a few behind who seemed to be foreigners.
"Everyone, the body of the county lord is inside, please come in with me!"
"It's finally here!" Inside the mourning hall, when Mo He heard An Shoucheng's voice from outside, he knew that his mission was over, so he stood up from the futon and looked at the door.
Soon, An Shoucheng led a few people into the mourning hall, first nodded to Mo He, then led the few people behind him, and put a stick of incense on the mourning hall of the county lord, and then introduced Mo He to everyone. river course.
"This is Daoist Mo He of Qingmeiguan. These days, he has been regarded as the county lord to guard the spirit."
Hearing An Shoucheng's introduction, several people who came with him immediately stepped forward and bowed to Mo He. Among them, the older one said, "Thank you, Director Mo He, for your trouble!"
Seeing the other party salute to him, Mo He hurriedly returned the salute while looking at the people in front of him.
The clothes of these people are very good, and some of them have an extraordinary bearing. The one who spoke to him just now has a faint aura of a superior.
"It seems that the relatives of the county lord are very unusual!" Mo He looked at the group of people in front of him, thinking silently in his heart.
After a brief exchange of words, the next step is to hand over the body of the county lord. Naturally, there is a set of rituals in this world, and the steps are relatively simple. Daoist Qingmei also taught Mo He, because this set of rituals is not suitable for those who died in other places. It is basically suitable for people, but for people of different identities, the specifications of some items will be different.
After the entire ceremony was completed, the leader among the relatives of the county lord came forward and handed Mo He a red cloth wrapping. This is called Yifeng, and it was a thank you to Mo He. He took it and put it in his arms without even looking at it.
After that, there is no need for Mo He to participate anymore. After being out for so many days, Mo He is going to go home to have a look first, and then go back to Qingmei Temple to continue practicing. He has felt that the spiritual power in his body has increased again in the past few days Quite a lot, and it is very close to the late stage of entering the Taoist realm.
Walking on the road, Mo He suddenly remembered the things in his arms, and then opened the ritual seal wrapped in the red cloth, revealing the contents inside.
Seeing the things wrapped in the red cloth, Mo He's eyes revealed a look of surprise.
"What a generous handwriting!"
Like this kind of ceremonial seal from Mohe, the money is usually wrapped in it. As for how much, there is really no fixed number. If the owner is more generous, it will naturally wrap more, and if the owner is stingy, or has a small pocket If you are shy in the middle, you will naturally have less inside.
And it will be wrapped in red cloth, which also has a layer of meaning that makes people wonder how much it is.
And the ceremonial seal in Mo He's hand contains a whole strip of gold. According to the standard gold casting unit of the dynasty, this whole strip of gold should be ten taels, which is equivalent to one hundred taels of silver, which is equivalent to the life of Mo He's family. Level, the cost of thirty or forty years.
"Unexpected joy!" Wrapping the gold in his hand again with a red cloth, Mo He put it in his arms happily. Money is also very useful for a cultivator, although a cultivator mainly circulates it. The currency is not gold and silver, but jade coins like the one held by Daoist Ome, but jade coins are more precious, like some common materials, you can buy them with gold and silver.
As far as Mo He is concerned, these ten taels of gold are just useful for him now. With these twelve taels of gold, his family's living conditions can be improved, and his younger siblings don't have to worry about school expenses.
Although Mohe could have turned to Daoist Qingmei for help with the money, Daoist Qingmei had already done too much favor to their family. Being able to open their mouths less often would also make the parents feel better.
Back at their home, their parents breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Mo He's return. The atmosphere in Zi'an County has been a bit depressed these days, and there has been no news about Mo He, which made Mo Dashan and his wife very worried. Looking at it now When Mohe was safe and sound, their hanging hearts were put back in their stomachs.
The two little guys were heartless, and they were somewhat upset when they saw that Mo He didn't bring them anything when he came back.
Seeing that there was nothing wrong at home and that the two little ones were doing well, Mo He was completely relieved, and after handing over the twelve taels of gold he got to his parents, Mo He was ready to go back to Qingmei Temple.
When Mo He's parents saw the twelve taels of gold, they were almost shocked. They had never seen so much money. After Mo He explained the origin of the money, the parents were a little uneasy I will accept the money.
When Mo He left, Mo Dashan and his wife immediately closed the door, and then searched around the whole house to see where it would be more appropriate to put the gold bar, but no matter where the gold bar was placed, the two of them felt that there was something wrong with them. Not safe enough, after a long time of tossing, Mo Dashan and his wife finally gave up.
"I said, baby, I always feel uneasy holding this thing in my hand. It's better to hold the money for peace of mind, or let's get the money out as soon as possible, and buy some pens, ink, paper and inkstones for Qing'er and Liu'er, and make money." Some clothes."
Mo He's mother thought about it, and Ye nodded in agreement. There is such a gold bar at home, and I am afraid of losing it wherever I put it. It is better to spend it.
Thinking of this, Mo He's mother glanced at the pair of children playing in the yard, with a smile on her face.
"Our family, Liu'er and Qing'er, have gone to study, and they will definitely be able to stand out in the future. It's great!"
The two little guys in the yard don't know at this moment that their happy childhood will soon be overshadowed by reading.
Mo He set foot on Wangyue Mountain again. Although he only went out for a few days, it felt as if it had been a long time. He walked up the mountain quickly and entered the Green Plum Temple. Mo He saw it at a glance. A figure at the gate of Qingmei Temple.
"master!"