Longevity Through the Path of Survival: Starting with Playing the Suona, Funeral Cultivation Begins

"Master, I'm back."

Bai Yu's eyes couldn't stop soreness.

The young Taoist priest beside him was full of surprise:

"Old sir, who are you?"

"This Zhenjun is my master. I personally built a tomb for him back then."

The Taoist priest was shocked and hurriedly invited Bai Yu to come in for a detailed discussion.

Bai Yu waved his hand to refuse, and looked around the temple.

In addition to the main statue of Zhenjun, there are several gods enshrined next to it.

The first one on the right is called the Grave Digging Venerable.

According to the young Taoist priest, this Grave Digging Venerable is the first general under Zhenjun, punishing evil and promoting good, and is best at digging people's ancestral graves.

For a while, the people of Jiangcheng were in panic, and the arrogant major families did not dare to oppress the people, for fear that their ancestral graves would be dug.

Until the Red Lotus Sect revived and spread from other counties, the atmosphere of the entire Jiangzhou County was the best.

Even gangsters did not dare to go too far, after all, who doesn't have ancestral graves?

Bai Yu laughed dumbly.

I didn't expect that thirty years later, my legend is still circulating in the world.

He looked around the temple.

Then he took the ashes of his master's wife and buried it with his master's tomb.

A few days later, the burial was completed.

Bai Yu played a suona.

The sound of the suona faded with the wind, and the beauty and the knight depended on each other.

At the end of the suona, Bai Yu felt relieved. He finally completed his responsibility and lived up to Uncle Jiu's teaching grace.

This suona song was not only to unload the responsibility of thirty years, but also to commemorate the past.

At this time, the Burial Record jumped.

[Playing Suona: Reaching the Pinnacle (5/10 million)]

Unexpectedly, the skill of playing suona broke through at this time.

From the great perfection to the pinnacle, it takes a full million experience points.

After thirty years of funerals, the suona was finally improved to the pinnacle.

In the following days, Bai Yu stayed in the temple.

He burned incense, cleaned the house, and talked with his master and his wife every day.

After a while, he invested in building a larger geomancer temple on the original site of the charity cemetery.

He took Lao Mo with him to collect the bodies of the dead everywhere, which was also considered to accumulate merits for his uncle Jiu and his wife.

During this period, he also visited Zhu Tong and others.

As the days passed, the bones nearby were almost collected, and the incense of the geomancer temple became more and more prosperous.

In the spring of the second year, Bai Yu left the geomancer temple.

His wife went home, and he also wanted to go home to see her.

In the season when plum blossoms are in full bloom, he returned to Taohua Village.

When he left, he was covered with morning glow, and when he came back, he was covered with mountain flowers.

Bai Yu returned to his former residence. The shack had long disappeared and was overgrown with weeds.

Only the plum tree he planted with his own hands was in full bloom.

The child who returned from herding cattle passed by the plum tree and smiled to catch bees and butterflies.

A group of children were noisy, chasing each other, free and carefree.

A boy with a somewhat gentle air secretly picked a plum blossom and gave it to a pretty little girl.

These scenes are so familiar.

The plum tree blooms every year, but the children playing under the tree have changed.

The flowers are the same year after year, but the people are different year after year.

Bai Yu walked forward, and the plum tree grew taller and taller, covering the sky.

On the trunk, there was a fist mark, which was left by Bai Yu when he was practicing boxing.

The fist mark was full of moss.

He stroked the plum tree gently and sighed:

"If the tree is like this, how can people bear it."

Bai Yu stood under the tree and was silent for a long time.

Under the plum blossoms, he played the melodious suona, and the sound spread throughout the green mountains.

Bai Yu built a shack nearby and prepared to live here for a while.

Later, he picked a plum blossom and went to Mr. Meng's grave.

He offered the plum blossoms and lit incense, candles and paper money.

While weeding the grave, he said to himself:

"Sir, Changsheng is back."

"I passed on your Meng's Herbal Classic to you."

"And I also passed on the Spring and Autumn Annals you gave me to others. Now he has passed the imperial examination. I have fulfilled your wish for you."

Bai Yu said to himself and played another suona.

Since returning to Jiangcheng, he has played the suona too many times.

Each suona represents a cause and effect in the past.

After playing the suona, Bai Yu bowed heavily.

He stood for a long time and turned to leave.

After walking a few steps, he found another grave nearby.

The words on the tombstone attracted Bai Yu's attention.

The tomb of Xiaoyu, the mother of Zhou Meng.

The filial son Zhou Niansheng.

Xiaoyu?

The little girl with pigtails and who called "Changsheng brother" and "Changsheng brother" all day long is gone.

Xiaoyu, Niansheng.

Bai Yu's heart twitched for no reason.

Xiaoyu and Bai Changsheng were childhood sweethearts, and there was a vague feeling between them.

Unfortunately, Bai Yu could not protect himself at that time, let alone support Xiaoyu, so he could only choose to remain silent.

Some people, if you miss them, you miss them.

When we meet again, we are separated by heaven and earth.

You are buried in the mud and bones, and I live in the world with snow on my head.

Bai Yu sighed, took off the suona, and played another song leisurely.

At the end of the song, a middle-aged man came not far away.

He came over with a basket.

Seeing Bai Yu, he said:

"Old man, are you my mother's friend?"

Bai Yu was still immersed in the suona:

"My mother?"

The middle-aged man nodded:

"Yes, my name is Zhou Niansheng, this is my mother Meng Xiaoyu, are you my mother's friend?"

Bai Yu came back to his senses:

"Oh, I guess so."

Zhou Niansheng placed offerings and incense:

"Today is my mother's memorial day, she will be very happy if you can come to see her."

Is today Xiaoyu's memorial day?

Is it a coincidence that I happened to run into Xiaoyu's memorial day when I returned? Or is it God's will?

Zhou Niansheng was a bit nagging:

"Sir, since you are my mother's friend and can play the suona, do you know what the 'Eternal Life Song' is?"

"Before my mother passed away, she kept chanting the 'Eternal Life Song' and 'Eternal Life Song'. We don't know what the tune is."

Bai Yu looked dazed and said after a while:

"The Eternal Life Song is a lost song that represents the grief for the deceased."

Zhou Niansheng suddenly realized and smiled:

"So that's how it is. Before my mother died, she told me that if someone from afar came to pay tribute to her, I should give this thing to him."

"It seems that you, old sir, are the distant guest my mother mentioned."

As he said this, he handed over a purse embroidered with peach blossoms.

Bai Yu took the purse, and memories came flooding back like a tide.

At the beginning, Xiaoyu used this purse to try to give Bai Yu pocket money.

Opening the purse, there were five white stones inside.

In his memory, this was picked by the river when they were young, and used to play the game of "hitting stones".

Bai Yu stood there, speechless for a long time.

A breeze blew through the mountains for no reason, as if his lover was caressing his face.

In a trance, he saw a pretty little girl again, smiling with white teeth, and her two braids swaying.

"Brother Changsheng, are you back?"