One hundred and fifty-seventh chapter, to be heard, drink with you

In the early morning, when Yun Qing came out of the wooden house, she found that there were two more bunches of dogwood in front of her door. "Ya*wen*yan*qing*first*post"

"This is the custom of Beichuan University since ancient times." Xu Wutong manifested from the scroll behind her. He reached out and took off a small cloth bag on the dogwood, then lowered his head and handed it to Yunqing.

Yun Qing took the cloth bag, which was stuffed with dogwood leaves and gave off a clear medicinal smell. She frowned slightly: "Is it used to repel insects?"

Xu Wutong was startled, then smiled: "It can be used to repel insects, but there is also a folk saying that this is used to ward off evil spirits. Let's put it on when climbing a mountain later."

This cloth bag is small and the stitches are thick, Yun Qing immediately recognized it as the handiwork of the fat girl behind the house. There is a spicy smell in the fragrance of dogwood, and it smells warm, which can easily dispel the chill of late autumn, but Yunqing is not very comfortable to smell it.

"...It smells weird." Yun Qing still hung the cloth bag around his neck honestly.

Xu Wutong thought about it for a while, and then said unsurely: "Isn't it a scent? Maybe it's because you practice the devil's way. This thing can ward off evil and evil, and it's a little bit different from the devil's way."

When he was alive, the orthodox demonic way had already retreated into the realm of no-delusional demons for tens of thousands of years, and cornel was a specialty of Beichuan, so he didn't really understand it.

Yun Qing touched her nose, then picked up her burden and closed the wooden door: "When did I become a wicked person?"

Xu Wutong chuckled and shook his head, pretending to be serious: "Mozun has always been."

His body was a little blurry in the dim morning light, but the smile on his face was very real. He followed behind Yun Qing, stood in her shadow, and followed her step by step to Langfeng Mountain.

The mountain was hardly steep, but it was so densely wooded that there wasn't even a single obvious mountain path to be seen. Yunqing walked barefoot on the fallen leaves in the forest, and the touch under her feet was very soft. After stepping on it, the fallen leaves did not reach her ankles, and then she lifted her legs to bring out the flying red leaves. She brought a lot of things to sacrifice to her ancestors, the wolfberry chrysanthemum wine from the old man next door, a large box of nine-layer Chongyang cakes made overnight, some newly purchased incense and candles.

Later, considering that Senior He's tomb might have been dug up, Yun Qing made a temporary memorial tablet in order not to make a trip in vain...

"The bamboo forest should be in the north of the mountain. I remember that I met Mr. He once there." Yun Qing said to Xu Wutong who was behind him as he walked to the top of the mountain.

Xu Wutong and He Qingqiu were also not familiar with each other, but he did a lot of research on the historical materials of the Gaya Dynasty. He said, "As far as I know, Fengjiang Hou lived in Shannan."

Yunqing's footsteps were fast, and he didn't stop when he heard the opposite statement: "The place of residence is different from the place of burial. It's fine even if it's wrong. Anyway, I brought a tablet, and then I can just find a place where no one is around to worship. ."

"Mozun is really informal..." Xu Wutong also felt that what Yun Qing saw with his own eyes would be more reliable, but when he heard her say that, he had nothing to say. en8. He thinks that although Yunqing understands some superficial etiquette, his common sense is too poor. Sure enough, he has lived in a demonic realm for a long time and does not eat human fireworks...

Yun Qing smiled and said very humbly: "Mr. Xu Wu is amazing. I thought that the famous scholars in Moling were proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but I didn't expect that he could even cook."

It was only after she got here that she knew how the Double Ninth Festival was going to be spent. Everything was pieced together from the neighbors, but this Double Ninth Cake was made with the help of Xu Wutong. Yunqing is inedible by himself, so he never has a need for food, so there is no need to spend time on it.

The mountain was quiet, only the sound of Yun Qing stepping on the fallen leaves was heard. Xu Wutong was suddenly embarrassed. It was the first time he was praised for such a thing.

"I've been alone for decades, this is a must?" He suddenly remembered something, "It's a pity that nine-pin soup, if the Demon Venerable had told me a few days earlier."

Yun Qing's expression was flat: "It doesn't matter, but I'm bothering Mr. to do this... I'm offended."

Even if her cultivation base is sealed, her speed is also extraordinary, probably the two of them reached the top of the mountain. The autumn sun has already risen, there are no clouds in thousands of miles, the sky is a transparent blue, the vast plain spreads out at the foot of the mountain, and the Cangjiang River winds through from a distance. The air around is cold and clean, and the freshness of frost and dew in autumn is mixed with the fragrance of grass and trees, and it is an inexplicable feeling of inexplicable pleasure when inhaling into the lungs. Not far in front of the bamboo forest is getting denser and denser, it seems that Yunqing has not gone to the wrong place.

Xu Wutong looked at this vast territory and sighed in a low voice: "The sky and the earth are vast, life and death are boundless..."

Yun Qing is not very willing to work hard to be happy now, so she didn't take a serious look. She walked straight ahead: "By the way, I haven't asked where the husband is buried."

Yun Qing's idea was that they were all going to worship anyway, so it would be more convenient to worship together. It is said that Jiang Yingyue was buried in the Moling. She probably didn't have the chance to pay her respects, so she asked Xu Wutong where he was buried.

Xu Wutong was stunned for a while. He was reminded of some long-term memories by Yun Qing. It was not easy for Mo Ling to sit firmly in the Holy Land for so many years, and there were naturally many conquests. The era he lived in was also an era of rapid expansion of royal power. At that time, Moling's disciples not only had to enter and leave the deep palace, but also went on expeditions to the barbarians, which was quite difficult. Even a literati like Xu Wutong, who seems to be inactive, must fight with a sword.

He replied a little awkwardly: "It's not a good death, and there are no tombs after death..."

Yun Qing heard what he meant, and immediately said: "Then I'll make a tablet for you later."

Xu Wutong was made to cry and laugh by her: "Mozun is this addicted?"

The surrounding bamboo forests are getting denser and denser, the sun in the sky is blocked, and a faint shadow is cast in the forest. Yun Qing walked in this shadow, her whole body was erratic, she replied earnestly: "I never knew the meaning of ancestor worship of human race before, but now I have a general understanding. Human beings pay homage to those who have passed away. Remembering the glory and greatness of the past is not only the meaning of chasing the future, but also the meaning of exhorting oneself."

"Yes, the living remembering the deceased over and over again is not just for shade. Many people are seeking the high morality and righteousness of their ancestors, and they want to make those splendors reappear in themselves, which can also contain great ambitions." Xu Wutong Quite agreeing, he explained to her while following Yun Qing's pace, "The same is true for the inheritance of Taoism. The reason why we learn from those ancestors in the demonstration is not to seek their blessing, but to hope to go further."

Xu Wutong's voice has always been gentle and upright, kind but not intimidating, Yun Qing sounds quite comfortable. The great human being is a good teacher, not to mention that what he cultivates is the holy sword intent that educates and transforms all peoples, and a few words are also popular in people's hearts, which has benefited Yunqing a lot.

He finally said: "From the beginning of the Taoist world hundreds of thousands of years ago to the present, the Taoism has been broadened little by little. The closer it gets. Every generation moves forward while inheriting the legacy of their ancestors. Maybe one day there will be cultivators who follow the unfinished road of their predecessors and walk all the way, and finally get out of the shackles of heaven."

Yunqing felt that the sunlight brushed the slender bamboo leaves on her body, and a slight warmth penetrated in. She could feel the light, but there was always darkness in front of her eyes.

"Yeah... There will be such a day sooner or later." Yun Qing sighed.

She looked around, except for bamboo or bamboo, it was not long before the coffin was opened and the corpse was exposed.

Just thinking about it, Xu Wutong pointed to the bamboo at her feet: "There is a monument."

Yun Qing moved a few steps away and found that the bamboo was crooked, and pushed out a broken stone tablet. She put down the burden and began to dig out the stone tablet little by little. There are many rocks here, and the stone tablet is deep, so it is not easy to dig it with bare hands. However, the marrow-washing scripture cultivated by Yun Qing can forge the body, and the practice of Yan Mo's holy body before is also quite beneficial to the body. At most, the stone is dirty, and it will not cause any trouble.

This stele looks very large, and it is only a small half-width when dug out, and there is no ligature in the incomplete half-width.

"It was the stone that was used to make the tombstone back then. It must have been destroyed by future generations. After several vicissitudes, it was unearthed by this bamboo. Only then did it see the light of day again." Xu Wutong felt that there was a certain destiny, if Yun Qing had come a hundred years earlier , this stone tablet might have been buried in the mound, but it was taken out when she got here.

Yun Qing straightened it up, took out the tablet and placed it in front of him, then removed the surrounding weeds and swept out an open space.

As she lit the incense she brought, she asked, "What about the food? Do you throw it here after the worship?"

Xu Wutong shook his head: "Take it back, you are surrounded by poor people, so it's better to send them."

"Senior He, don't you care?" Yun Qing put the dishes and dishes, and poured the wine.

The aspirations of humanistic practitioners come from the beliefs of the human race, and every step of their practice will use such aspirations and thoughts. And the heroic spirit of humanity also has a way to perceive the actions of future generations, which means that He Qingqiu will know that someone is worshiping him.

"What does he care about? He won't be able to eat anything the Demon Venerable threw here anyway." Xu Wutong shook his head helplessly again.

Yunqing put everything on, then took out Kunwu from the scroll, and folded a bamboo beside her. She cut the palm-width bamboo into a flat shape.

"Mozun really wants to make a tablet for me?" Xu Wutong thought she was joking just now, but he didn't expect Yun Qing to do it.

Yun Qing nodded, even if she didn't use magical powers to turn it into a real sword, this invisible knife was extremely sharp, and she could cut it in three or two strokes. Xu Wutong stopped her: "Mozun set up a tablet for me, have you ever thought about what to write on it?"

"Name?" Yun Qing has already started to do it. She is like a person, but today she has deliberately restrained. Looking at the positive atmosphere, she is not hostile.

Of course, Xu Wutong couldn't spend a few days explaining to her the various aspects of humane tablet placement. He has studied humane etiquette all his life, but in the end his tablet is a bamboo that he chopped at random, with only a few aggressive characters on it. No matter how you look at it, there is a faint sense of... shame.

"How?" Yun Qing raised the bamboo in his hand, Xu Wutong was a little confused, but still moved.

"Well, thank you Demon Venerable." He raised his eyebrows with a smile, and bowed in a salute, very earnestly.

Yun Qing slanted his tablet into the soil, closed his eyes and stood still, the autumn wind swept across her clothes, and the chill was not as cold as the coldness around her.

The Double Ninth Cake was still steaming hot when it was first taken out, but now it looks a little cold. A few wisps of green smoke rose from the sticks of incense, and they dissipated in the air before they flew out, leaving only a faint scent of sandalwood. Now that there is no infuriating body protector, Yun Qing thinks that the sandalwood scent smells quite strange, not to mention that she has a small bag of dogwood leaves hanging on her chest.

"Climb high, worship ancestors, enjoy chrysanthemums, and drink freely. Demon Venerable is left with the last two things." Xu Wutong also stood quietly, both of them looked similar gentle and gentle.

Yun Qing shook his head: "There are no flowers to admire."

"What about the wine?" Xu Wutong pointed to the wolfberry and chrysanthemum wine she had brought, which had just been warmed in the morning and was still steaming.

Yun Qing's expression did not see any waves, she raised her hand to open the wine jar, and poured a glass into the square-inch cup she brought with her.

The slightly black-red wine rippled with delicate lines in the small glass cup, Yun Qing gently sniffed the fragrance, and then rolled up his sleeves and poured out the wine in the glass.

The slightly cloudy wine seeped into the dry soil and disappeared on the ground in one fell swoop. The sticky wet soil looked a little dirty.The slightly yellowed bamboo leaves soon fell with the wind and covered the soil. No traces of this cup of wine could be found in front of the monument - just like those who disappeared in the rolling tide of history, just a cup of wine.As soon as the wine fell into the soil, they were no longer to be found.

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Yun Qing put the knife back into the painting, her expression as awe-inspiring as winter.

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