, "Yun Gongzi Zai"

When Yun Jing came downstairs, the inn was already busy, and the shopkeeper waiter greeted him one after another.

Yesterday's incident has been well known. Perhaps not everyone in Sitong Town knows Yun Jing, but everyone knows him. It is him who brought peace to the entire Sitong Town.

It’s cold and the ground is frozen, and people want to live.

It is not easy for everyone. They are all humble existences in this world. For the sake of breaking silver, it is as sweet as before when you get up early and go to bed late.

The eyes passed by the busy people in the inn, Yun Jing smiled and said, "Goodbye"

After saying hello, Yun Jing looked at the shopkeeper and said, "Shopkeeper, please help me with a bowl of soy milk, three buns, two fried dough sticks, a bowl of porridge, and a stack of pickles."

"Young Master Yun wait"

Yun Jing nodded and found a place to sit down.

At this time, a guest got up. Although he didn't know Yun Jing, he saluted from afar. He immediately came to the counter and said, "I have invited Mr. Yun to pay for the expenses, and the shopkeeper's payment."

"This brother is not allowed to do anything," Yun Jing quickly stood up and said.

The other party smiled and bowed again, saying, "Master Yun, thank you for saving thousands of people from the water and fire. Some thoughts are not enough to be mentioned, say goodbye."

As he said that, the other party took the bill and took the luggage and said goodbye, not giving Yun Jing a chance to refuse.

When you do good deeds, not everyone will be grateful for your kindness, but there are always a few people who will take your deeds to heart, sing and reward them. This is probably the world.

I sat down again and the breakfast I called was already on.

Having breakfast, Yun Jing took the time to say to the shopkeeper: "Shopkeeper, my two friends have left, let's settle their accounts."

"Young Master Yun, I'm sure you've settled your account. Someone has already settled it. The other party said you can live as long as you want," the shopkeeper replied.

After a pause in action, Yun Jing asked, "Who is it?"

"The other party has not left his name"

I have accepted a favor for nothing, but I don’t know who the other party is.

I felt warm in my heart, Yun Jing said: "Shopkeeper, please help me pay attention to who it is. If you meet it, please leave your name."

"I can do it," the shopkeeper smiled.

In fact, the shopkeeper confiscated the man's money, but the other party threw a silver note and left, saying that it was what he deserved. Compared to what Yun Jing did, his efforts were insignificant...

After breakfast, Yun Jing left the inn while it was still early, and he wanted to send off the people who died yesterday.

The world outside the door was snow-white, the snow was about a foot thick on the road, and there were still scattered snowflakes floating in the sky, and the whole world turned into black and white.

Don’t say that you are going early, you will go early.

There are already people coming and going on the streets, buying vegetables, rushing to the road, selling breakfast, and thick snow cannot stop people's life.

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Carriages passed by Yun Jing, covered with straw mats, and corpses that were frozen hard were placed on the carriage. Those were the people who were frozen to death last night, and they passed away forever in their sleep.

Those who died were refugees and beggars.

They were still a living person yesterday, but today they became a stiff corpse.

A shrill cry sounded on the street, and pedestrians on the street looked at the bodies in the carriage, some were numb, some were desperate, and some were bitter.

No one knows whether the next one will be himself.

Every winter, people in the world are frozen to death, but now the situation in Sitong Town is different. There are many homeless refugees, so more people were frozen to death last night.

Yun Jing once heard that people who were frozen to death usually had smiles on their faces. Now he saw that almost all the corpses on the carriage were smiling.

Perhaps they dreamed of the most beautiful things in the world in their sleep and before they died.

He looked up slightly, Yun Jing let out a long breath, turned into white mist, looked at the north, and walked away.

Anger, sympathy, and escape cannot solve the problem.

White banners have been hung in Ran Liang's home, and it is hard to tell which banners are and which snow is.

People come and go in and out, and most of them come to mourn the filial piety and send them off, and do their best to those righteous men who died because of Sitong Town.

Outside Ran Liang's home and on the street, some people who feel that they are not qualified to go to mourn their filial piety often kowtows from a distance...

In fact, there were no dead people in the Ran Liang family themselves. The reason why they set up a mourning hall was that he had a few dead friends who were not accepted. As friends of life and death, if they did not help with funerals, they would have to become lonely ghosts.

After straightening his clothes, Yunjing stepped to the door.

Some people recognized him and greeted him one after another, and the atmosphere was a little depressing.

"Brother Yun is here." A man from the world who had drunk wine yesterday was responsible for reception at the door and handed Yun Jing a white cloth.

Yun Jing took it, tied it to her arm, and said, "I'll send my friend from yesterday."

"I'm interested, Brother Yun invites you, I won't say hello to you."

"you busy"

A few corpses were placed in the mourning hall, covering the face with white cloth. There were laughter and joy yesterday, but their lives were forever frozen in yesterday.

There are no monks and Taoists in this world, and scholars are the ones who save the dead souls.

There is a word ritual in the funeral, so the matter of reborn people naturally falls on the heads of scholars.

The so-called dead are the greatest. In fact, the process for scholars in this world to save the rebirth is much more complicated than that in Yunjing’s previous life. There are many instruments of various rituals and music, as well as eulogy scriptures.

The funeral is undoubtedly grand, and the word "sad" can be revealed everywhere.

"Brother Yun"

At the entrance of the mourning hall, Ran Liang greeted Yun Jing and handed three incense sticks.

"I'll see them off," Yun Jing took it and nodded.

"No need to be sad. Everyone has time to die. If it is about time and time, the enemy will be killed. Sitong Town will be peaceful. They will only be happy, please." Ran Liang nodded and made a gesture of invitation.

Walking into the mourning hall, Yun Jing's eyes flashed across a corpse that was permanently frozen in life, including those who poured wine for him yesterday, those who cut meat for him, and the woman who sat quietly beside him...

They can never speak.

Taking a deep breath, Yun Jing stood respectfully, put his left fingers together, pressed his thumb on the joint between the index finger, and pinched three sticks of incense at the contact point.

The right hand has four fingers together and covers the outside of the left hand, and the right thumb is covered on the left thumb.

The movement was a bit like clasping his fists. He held three incense sticks in this posture, raised his arms lightly, crossed his head, and bowed respectfully.

"Go along the way"

After three bows, he maintained this posture and stepped forward three steps and inserted three incense sticks into the incense burner.

The blue smoke curled up, turning into a style, dissipating between the world with the longing of a living person.

"You have been here in this world, cried and laughed, and left your marks. I hope there are no regrets in your life..."

Stop slightly, bow again, and Yun Jing turned around.

At the door, Ran Liang said, "Brother Yun, let's sit there."

Nodding, Yun Jing and Ran Liang went to the tables and chairs placed in the yard together, and the people who came to mourn wherever they passed stood up to salute.

The charcoal fire was burning vigorously, but the warm fire could not dispel the slight sadness in my heart.

The word "death" is always so heavy and depressing, especially the dead people were drinking and talking about each other yesterday.

"Drink?"

After sitting down, Ran Liang took out a jar of wine from under the table and put it on the table.

Yunjing hesitated slightly.

He said: "It's okay. Although they are dead, they are all brothers. They don't want to see us losing smiles because of their death. If they knew that we were not beautiful because of their death, they would probably send a dream to scold us."

"Okay," Yun Jing nodded and said.

Two bowls of wine and a plate of fried beans. In the wind and snow, the wine is a bit difficult to swallow and choke.

Ran Liang seemed to be extremely open-minded about his brothers' death, but in fact he was the one who could not let go. He had not healed his injuries yet and did not use his internal strength to relieve his wine.

With a slight slight hint of his mouth, he lowered his head and said, "Actually, I would rather die myself."

"Brother Ran, don't say that. Live, live well, and live their share together," said Yun Jing.

He looked up and smiled, and said, "I'm fine, I'm just a little sad. In fact, we all know that this will happen sooner or later. But when the matter is over, there is always something that cannot be accepted. They are dead. Damn, but we who are alive don't know how long it will take to get out of this sadness."

He seems to be indifferent, but in fact he cares the most, every sentence is heart-wrenching.

I can't persuade him to drink with him.

Ran Liang said again: "Huang Jun, it was the one who opened the door for you yesterday, and was lying there. Yesterday he told me, Brother Liang, I'm not young anymore, please help me find a wife, I want to get married... And Zhang Bian, a thirty-year-old man, he actually didn't want to be in the world anymore. He was thinking of living a leisurely life with a few acres of thin fields, but he couldn't achieve it anymore. There was also Liu Cuiju, who sat next to you yesterday, she always wanted to find a good husband and give birth to a few fat boys, but she didn't like her, and she looked down on her girl in her twenties, and she was hang out with us big men all day long. Yesterday, she was fine, why did they lie down..."

Ran Liang talked a lot, and Yun Jing kept listening carefully.

Perhaps he was almost venting, he looked up and smiled embarrassedly, "Brother Yun, I made you laugh. Actually, I don't usually do this."

"I understand"

"Ha, okay, I won't talk to you anymore. There are friends here again. By the way, I won't entertain you next. I have to leave in the afternoon. They are not local. I have to send them back to my hometown to return to their roots. What's the matter? I'll lie down one by one and let me work hard and work hard. It's snowing day, I really want to pull them up and leave by myself. Forget it, it's only this time. Just be more tired..."

Ran Liang went to greet others, and someone came to chat with Yun Jing. Whether they knew each other or not, they all had a common mood at this time, that is, the depression of death.

Until the afternoon, after the simple funeral, Ran Liang personally wore mourning clothes, drove a carriage with his companions, leaving deep traces on the snow, and took his brothers home.

"Brothers first met, and I didn't know you or I was happy to be interested. I was so happy that I could drink more. From now on, I could go to the mountain of swords and sea of ​​fire. Don't be afraid of danger. Brothers come to block the knife. Don't cry if I die. I'll cry if I die. I'll laugh at the grave. I won't wait long. From now on, I'll drink another glass of it under the spring. Brothers..., Let's go home..."

At the front of the convoy, Ran Liang rode on the horse, drinking and singing, his voice hoarse and heroic, and the song was so far away, slowly disappearing into the wind and snow.

He sang a song that is widely circulated in the world. Almost everyone who is in the world can sing. When he is happy, when he is injured, and when his brother dies, he can sing it.
Chapter completed!