Decaying lotus and rolling jade are shining with crystal light, and the westerly wind is cool all night. The sound of wild geese and the sound of mosquitoes want to be quiet, and a little bit of bay red and osmanthus fragrance.
The cool wind has arrived, the white dew has just fallen, the chilly cicadas have not sung, and the cloudiness is getting heavier. Swan geese and black birds pass by in groups, migrating from north to south.
The general's mansion was wrapped in white cloth overnight, the lamps were burning, incense and paper were burned, and weeping and mourning were heard. Before the morning court, Ye Yunhai went to the palace in hemp and filial piety, and soon a news spread throughout Luoyang City.
General Ye Zhengru has passed away!
One stone stirs up a thousand waves!
Although it has long been heard that the old general has been ill recently and has been bedridden, but yesterday someone saw him going out, why did this person leave today.
There are people who lamented the old general's life, and those who regretted the sudden death of the old general, and there are many people who have doubts about this matter, but none of this can change the fact that the old general is indeed gone.
Especially for the palace and outside the palace, the most urgent task is not why the old general left so suddenly, but how to deal with the funeral. The funeral is only a small aspect, and the most important thing is the 200,000 troops.
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Within half a day, pigeons flew over Luoyang city.
On the same day, a moderate earthquake occurred in the northwest of Luoyang City. If someone carefully surveyed it, they would find that the epicenter of the earthquake was the Dragon Vein Imperial Mausoleum in the prosperous Tang Dynasty.
There was only a slight tremor in Luoyang City, and there were no casualties, so the people were naturally concerned. An earthquake is an earthquake, so what else? But for some, it wasn't an earthquake.
Soon after the earthquake.
Shushan, the mountain gate is wide open, and a group of twenty-eight people walk northward with their swords covered.
In the Baizhang royal court of the Great Yan Kingdom, a young man dressed in animal skins walked southward barefoot, stepping on the grass.
In the bone-buried sword mound in Kushan, sword energy flew, and then ten swords flew out of their own accord and landed in front of ten young sword practitioners.
At the Six Buddha Temple in Yinshan and the Tzu Chi Palace in Yangshan, the bells and drums rang in the morning and evening, and a group of monks and Taoists came down the mountain accompanied by the sound.
There are also Yijian Tingyu Pavilion in Nanyue, Ancestral Court in Yunzhou, Jingzhai in Huaxiang Valley, and even the five Fenglei Shuihuo Mountains of the Yaozu, including the sects that can be called the name in the entire Qingqiu. Disciple.
These sects are all over the north and south of the river, with different starting points, but the ending point is surprisingly the same, all of them are dragon vein imperial tombs.
On the same day, when Qian Shuxiao sent everyone away and was about to close the gate of the gymnasium, an old man suddenly broke in. Walking staggeringly, short of breath, pale face, Qian Shuxiao knew this man, he was the old housekeeper of the General's Mansion, who had served Ye Zhengru personally for half his life.
The old man seemed to be in pain. Seeing Qian Shu laughing, he tugged on Qian Shu's arm and opened his mouth as if to say something.
"Are you looking for Ye Que?" Qian Shuxiao said speculatively.
The old man nodded vigorously.
"He's in retreat, so I'm afraid he won't be able to see anyone." Qian Shu shrugged with a smile, "I see if you feel unwell somewhere, how about I find you a doctor?"
The old man shook his head and refused without thinking, then frowned, his chest began to rise and fall rapidly, his face turned from white to red, and then from red to purple, as if he was about to die, and at the last moment he took it out of his arms with great effort. A jade pendant, "Tell, tell Ye, He, He pawn..."
Holding Qian Shuxiao's hand, the old man didn't finish his sentence, he only uttered five words. Suddenly, a ball of flames burned on his chest, a ball of black flames, and the black flames burned within a breath. Burn the old man to ashes.
No bones remained.
Not even a cry for help came out in time.
Qian Shu smiled and stood on the spot blankly, "He was still alive one second, but turned into flying ash the next second!"
"Jade pendant?"
"River pawn?"
"What exactly is going on?"
A living person disappeared in front of him. For Qian Shuxiao, it was impossible for him not to be touched, but how to deal with it? Report to the official? Qian Shuxiao gave up without even thinking about it. He is not an ordinary person. Luoyang City is currently in a state of turmoil, and if he is not careful, he may be doomed.
Ye Zhengru just passed away last night, and his personal butler died in front of him today.
How to explain this matter
I can't even explain the lotus flower at the mouth.
Qian Shuxiao didn't dare to make decisions without authorization, and could only hope that Ye Que would wake up as soon as possible.
The general's funeral was held step by step, and the entire Ye family army, from the commander to the lieutenant, all went back to Luoyang in turn, just to see the old general off.
The huge general's mansion has been crowded with people these few days, the night is like day, mourning and music are singing, and yellow paper is all over the sky. The posthumous title bestowed by His Majesty the Emperor, the word loyalty, is engraved in the center of the tablet, "in honor of Ye Zhengru, the loyal general who protects the country".
For the funeral that lasted for seven days, the general's mansion held a splendid scene, and the court gave enough face. The crown prince and the second prince personally came to mourn on behalf of His Majesty the emperor, and the whole funeral was specially approved to be organized according to the specifications of the prince.
For the first seven deliverances, even half of the monks from Qingyin Temple in Luoyang were invited over.
The Buddha's voice continued throughout the night.
The next morning.
The seven-day mourning period was over, and there was a drizzle of drizzle in Luoyang City.
Crying and howling accompanied by the rain, the white paper reflected on the yellow paper, the general's mansion was filled with mournful music, and the funeral procession set off slowly towards the Ye family's ancestral grave in the west mountain outside Luoyang city.
Ye Yunhai walked at the front of the line, his eyes were red and his face was full of sorrow, but there were no tears in the corners of his eyes. Behind him is Xiao Huating, holding the rope of the hearse with one hand, and covering her face with the other hand, she seems to be in tears, and she is still chanting the dirge of "Xielu" intermittently.
The entire team started from the General's Mansion, walked along Yong'an Avenue, crossed the Changsheng Bridge, exited the west gate, and entered the ancestral tomb. The distance was not short, but the team was even bigger. When Ye Yunhai reached the Changsheng Bridge, the end of the team had just left the mansion.
The people in Luoyang city knew about the old general's funeral today, and many people were waiting on both sides of the road early. The old general spent his entire life in the army, going through life and death for the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty, and guarding the well-being of the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty. Everyone saw it in their eyes and kept it in their hearts.
Tianmen Daoguan is located on the side of Yong'an Street. Ye Que just woke up when the mourning sound of the funeral came.
For seven days and seven nights, Ye Que swung 67,200 knives and smashed 67,200 seal scripts, and finally completed the psychic path.
When Ye Que opened his eyes, spiritual energy gushed out.
In the corner of the house, there is a flower pot. Originally, Qian Shuxiao just threw in a seed of Epiphyllum, but at this moment, the seed in the flower pot grows, germinates, branches, and leaves at a speed visible to the naked eye. Mao, finally in full bloom, blooming brilliant brilliance.
Flash in the pan.
Ye Que smiled slightly.
Closing the eyes, the spiritual power around the body suddenly froze, and when the eyes were opened again, the spiritual power around the body retracted into the body in an instant.
Looking inside the door of the heart, between the Linghai and the snow-capped mountains, a small Tianyuan Spiritual Core is jumping, seeming to be full of infinite vitality.
Within seven days, Ye Que entered the psychic channel after the day after tomorrow.
(Today's first update.)