Back Off, Let Me Come

Cui Zhi also wanted to know who this scribe was.

He cares far more about his mother-in-law in the coffin than Cui Hui. He knows Cui Hui but their relationship is tense. There are not many male candidates who meet these two conditions, and Cui Zhi's previous absurd guess is obviously wrong. But this is obviously not the time to explore this.

The pain is too severe and the out-of-control energy may have an impact on the heart.

If you don't control it and calm your thoughts, it will be a serious injury at the least, and more serious means that the mourning hall can hold another coffin.

Cui Zhi was attentive, and out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of Cui Hui's struggling movements when he wanted to step forward to help but restrained himself. He closed his eyes and ruthlessly chose to take advantage of others' danger. When the scribe was in a daze, he used the spirit of words to subdue him, sealing off the alchemy mansion and cutting off the communication bridge between the other side's alchemy mansion and the meridians and cultural energy. As long as the literary spirit cannot be mobilized, no matter how strong the other party's mood is for a while, he will not be able to kill him.

This is not safe enough.

Cui Zhi was about to give the scribe another calming word and forcibly sedate him, but before he could move, the opponent's backhand choked his wrist. When Cui Zhi thought he was going to turn against him and make a fuss in the mourning hall, the scribe endured the sharp pain in his veins on his forehead and forcefully vomited out another mouthful of blood, saying hoarsely: "No need."

The scribe wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, supported the altar table with his other hand, and tensed his back hard and slowly. He looked much calmer, and the aura around him was completely different from when he went up the mountain. It seemed that most of his anger had been drained away. Cui Zhi stared at his profile in a daze, and made a new discovery from this angle - the profile of this man was similar to that of his brother-in-law before he became fatter.

If you look carefully, you can see that his facial features are somewhat similar to Katsuru's.

When we were at the bottom of the mountain, the other party introduced him as Cui?

If you remember correctly, before Cui Zhi and Cui Hui got married, his wife briefly mentioned that her father was the son-in-law of her mother-in-law, and all the children born to her mother-in-law would take their mother's surname. Looking back and thinking about the strange reaction of the scribe when he went up the mountain, it is difficult to say that it was not a mysterious connection between blood lines.

so--

Whose brother-in-law is this too?

The scribe did not hold on for long. When he saw the coffin close at hand, tears rolled out. He brushed away Cui Zhi's hand that was trying to support him, and stood rocking with his hands on the altar table. His straight back bent a little bit, as if someone had taken away the vertebrae one by one. Cui Zhi was horrified to see drops of blood spilling from the scribe's closed lips and teeth, hitting the altar table, and blending with tears.

"Sister——"

Heavy footsteps were heard outside the mourning hall.

A rough male voice broke the suffocating atmosphere of the mourning hall and allowed the air to circulate again: "The new medicine is brewed. This time the prescription is better than last time. The two patients with high fever yesterday are out of danger. The group at the bottom of the mountain sent them away..."

A wall of shadow covered half of the door.

With the appearance of the middle-aged man, the mourning hall, which already had little lighting, became even more gloomy and gloomy, and even the air seemed colder. The middle-aged man was stunned by this formation. He did not expect that there was a third person in the mourning hall. Because of his position, Cui Hui blocked the middle-aged man's view. As a result, he did not see the appearance of the third person clearly, and simply thought that the other person was also a guest who came to express his condolences to his mother after hearing the news. He realized what he had just said and Cui Hui said, "Go and get mourning clothes."

The middle-aged man was confused.

The three people who need to mourn on the mountain have already put on beanbags - Cui Zhi, who is nominally the former son-in-law, does not need it himself. Even if he has not reconciled yet, he can only wear hemp. But the brother-in-law disagrees: [People say It is only natural for a son to be a son-in-law and a half-son to pay filial piety to his mother. Since we are a family, don’t worry about these things. 】

Who can I give another one to wear?

You can't give it to guests who come to express their condolences, right?

"Take sesame?"

"Take the worst."

The middle-aged man felt his scalp numb when he heard this.

He guessed the middle-aged man's identity, took two steps forward and passed Cui Hui, and then he saw clearly the person coming, a man he hadn't seen for more than 20 years. Even though they hadn't seen each other for so long, they still recognized him at first sight, but when he opened his mouth, the name stuck in his throat, lingering on the tip of his tongue, and he couldn't spit it out. The middle-aged man swallowed his saliva, thinking that his mother's funeral hall was at his feet.

Finally, he had to bite the bullet and said, "Father."

Cui Zhi: "..."

He suddenly cast an incredulous look at his brother-in-law.

Brother-in-law’s father?

Mother-in-law's husband?

Isn’t that my own...

Old father-in-law?

Cui Zhi felt that his mind almost stopped.

If he remembered correctly, isn't his father-in-law no longer alive? It is said that he followed the senior brother of Ke Wu.

Why are you getting entangled with the Immortal Cultists?

Cui Zhi was full of doubts.

But I also know that now is not the time to get to the bottom of it.

"I'll get it, and the three of you can reminisce about old times." Judging from the attitude of Ke Wu and his brother-in-law towards their old father-in-law, their father-daughter/father-son relationship is not very friendly, and then think about the mother-in-law who has been a monk for many years and has served the Buddha. The twists and turns are probably More than he imagined. Cui Zhi looked at the three of them, and took over the task of getting mourning clothes. He hesitated for a while, and couldn't help but put a tightening spell on the three of them: "After all, we are in front of the mother's spirit. If the first seven days have not passed, you will forget it." No matter how many conflicts there are, they should be put aside first.”

Don't get into an argument at this time.

The brother-in-law shrank his shoulders, and Katsuru gave him a warning look to stay out of his own business. The old father-in-law coughed for a while and straightened up. His breath was weak, and he squinted at him: "Who are you?"

The unwholesome aura hits my face.

Having just experienced extreme grief, Cui Xiao’s hands and feet were limp and he had no strength at all. His brain was also groggy, and everything he saw seemed like flowers through the fog. He lost the ability to think for a time, and could not remember who he was, why he was here, and what these people were doing. He only knew that his chest was in unbearable pain, there were many figures in front of him, and the uncontrollable dizziness and vomiting were affecting his nerves.

Cui Zhi said: "My son-in-law Cui Zhi."

Cui Xiao said "Oh" faintly.

He panted softly, as if he could not hold on any longer, so he slid down one leg of the altar and sat on the ground, his eyes blank, and he just shed tears. Cui Zhi sighed, turned around and went to the back hall to get mourning clothes.

The nunnery accepted women of different ages, including babies who were abandoned when they were still in their infancy, and octogenarians with white hair and no one to support them. In order to allow the elderly to pass away in a decent manner, the nunnery had two or three spare coffins and complete mourning clothes in the vacant courtyard.

When he came back, the father and daughter were talking.

"Today is the seventh day after my mother's death. You are too late." Cui Hui couldn't tell what she was feeling now. If Cui Xiao hadn't shown up, it would have been fine. When everything was calm, she would have brought him the news of her mother's death, and maybe he would have comforted her. But Cui Xiao showed up on the seventh day and gathered people to ask for medicinal materials. What does this mean? It means that he has been active in the southwest during this period. Maybe when my mother was in trouble, he was not far from Qingshui Temple.

This guess made her completely confused.

She couldn't help but feel resentful.

Even if reason told her that this emotion was untenable.

"Why didn't you come earlier?" The old father-in-law didn't react at all. Cui Hui's body and mind had reached the critical point. She was extremely tired and kept asking him why he didn't come earlier. She thought her tear glands had dried up and burst into hot tears again. She blurted out complaints and even called the other person's name, "Cui Shanxiao, why didn't you come earlier! If you had come earlier, my mother would not have died tragically! Even if you couldn't save her, at least let her see you!"

Every Buddhist scripture she copied and every Buddhist chant she chanted.

In addition to atonement, it was for Cui Xiao!

During Cui Hui's growing up years, she gathered half of her parents' life experiences from her grandparents, uncles, aunts and uncles in the village, including their childhood, adolescence, youth and even middle age. The fierce bandit, Aung, who had been on the edge of a knife for most of his life, gave all his kindness to his only daughter, and even raised her husband from a young age. It is more reassuring to raise a son-in-law at home from a young age.

Uncles, aunts and uncles all laughed when they thought about it.

[Your father was crybaby and clingy when he was a child. ]

[That is, he would start crying when he couldn't see anyone for a while, and follow his wife like a tail all day long. ]

[Sister, sister, sister all day long. ]

[Didn't you call her a fairy girl at the beginning? ]

[I've never seen a fairy girl who can chop people's heads with an axe and cut them like melons. Only Xiao Cui grew up with her and thought he was looking at a fairy. Alas, it's really worry-free to raise a son-in-law. I'll talk to Xiao Cui later and find one for our Ah Hui. ]

[Didn't Xiao Cui raise so many apprentices? ]

As a private school teacher, Xiao Cui also has many students.

Cui Xiao never said a word, covering his face with his hands, wishing he could curl up into a ball. Cui Zhi outside the door also felt numb. If I heard it right, Ke Wu just called his father-in-law "Cui Shanxiao"? Coincidentally, he was very familiar with this name.

In the past few years, the southwestern countries have been making small moves overtly and covertly, digging holes for people to jump into, including but not limited to paying money to bribe county officials adjacent to the southwest, letting corruption and inaction start from the grassroots, and bribing local gentry to go against the government.

It worked a little at first.

But the news will soon reach the Censorate.

The efficiency is so high that people once suspected that the Censorate was nurturing the enemy for its own benefit. As the head of the Southwest Branch, Cui Zhi participated in the stumbling block for Kangguo, and as the head of the Cui family, he also participated.

The people's livelihood in Kangguo has developed too fast, and all businesses have to be involved. Take pearl farming as an example. This has touched the cake of the Cui family. Kangguo is still working non-stop to build land roads and open river roads. The scope of influence in the future can almost be predicted. Of course, the Cui family cannot sit and wait for death. Cui Zhi has made sufficient understanding in this regard.

Following the clues, he found the head of the Supervisory Censor Cui Xiao.

Cui Xiao is unknown. He once served under Wu Xian and had a good relationship with Qin Li and Zhao Feng. It's just that he has not made any achievements for many years and has never been used by Wu Xian. He left Wu Xian and joined Shen Tang. He is not a senior official, but it is much better than staying in Wu Xian's account and picking his feet. As a supervisory censor, he has been running around all year round and has a small reputation outside. If you don't deliberately investigate, you won't know this person.

These are all the information that can be easily found by the outside world.

Cui Zhi also made other discoveries in the channel of the Gods Association.

Now it seems that the channel of the Gods Association is not omnipotent, otherwise Cui Zhi would not have known until now that he was not only the censor of Kangguo, but also his nominal father-in-law. Looking at Ke Wu's reaction, the last time the father and daughter met must not have been more than 20 years ago! Cui Hui knew that his biological father was working for Kangguo.

Realizing this, and contacting Cui Hui to return home after many years of separation, the purpose is probably deeper than he imagined. It's just that he doesn't want to delve into the truth at this moment, at least he can't bring up the old accounts in front of his mother-in-law's spirit. Cui Zhi sorted out his thoughts and handed the Qisui to his old father-in-law who was in better spirits: "The person has passed away, father-in-law, condolences."

After saying that, he was stunned first.

The two were on the mountain road, and what he said to him was returned intact. What a sad scene is this?

Cui Xiao looked at his wet palms without saying a word.

Cui Zhi could only put the mourning clothes aside.

"Tell me in detail what happened to your mother."

Just now on the mountain road, we didn’t explain it clearly, and many details were not mentioned. Now that we are a family, there is nothing to be shy about.

After Cui Hui finished speaking with a sigh, Cui Zhi saw that his father-in-law, who came from heaven, had a sound that seemed to be neither crying nor laughing. His eyes were shedding tears, but the corners of his lips were raised in a stiff and weird arc. Covering his eyes with one hand, he slowly changed from sitting slumped against the altar to kneeling forward and bowing his head, with his forehead against the rough bricks and stones.

Dongdongdong——

One bump after another.

Even his children found something wrong with his reaction.

A quarter of an hour later, Cui Xiao was persuaded by his son, and his whole face turned gray faster. Cui Zhi carefully discovered that the other's hair on his temples had turned white. Cui Xiao pushed away his son's support, staggered a few steps towards the coffin, raised his hand and slowly pushed open the coffin lid, revealing a pale and old face. The abbot in the coffin was in his early sixties. His skin was no longer as fair and tight as it was when he was young. His face was full of marks left by the years. Only from his eyebrows and eyes could he vaguely see the familiar look that Cui Xiao had seen before: "So, you look like this when you are old."

"It's different from what I imagined."

Cui Xiao also thought that the fierce woman would still be a fierce woman when she was old.

The wife in his memory was the "son" raised by his father-in-law, riding a horse and galloping across the mountains and fields as if it were flat land. Until his death, his father-in-law regretted that she was a girl. If she were a man, he would have suffered less.

Who would have thought that she would be so kind and gentle.

Cui Xiao stroked her eyebrows with his fingers.

What appeared in front of him was every scene of their past love.

"I should have come to find you, even if my sister refused to see me."

Time is like flowing water, gone forever, life is only a few decades, and he actually wasted so many precious days.

He was powerless to support the coffin, his breath was weak.

Suddenly, he sneered at an inappropriate time.

"Hehe, I thought...what is the perfect ceremony...it's you, it's you, why is it you?"

The vague words made Cui Zhi tremble with fear.

Cui Xiao rested his forehead on the coffin lid, his voice tired and sleepy.

"I remember that the master once comforted several orphaned children, telling them that death is never the end of life, but the living forgetting is...even you have to forget me, so for so many years, you have been most concerned about me, is that right?"

Ignoring it, he should have thought of it earlier.

The way of the literati, isn't it really a curse that tortures people's hearts?

"The person who cares about me the most is gone." He couldn't find a clue to the breakthrough he got on this day, how ridiculous? Cui Xiao's head was tilted on his folded arms, like every time he looked at him when he was young, he sighed in a deep voice, "You are an unknown person in front of the King of Hell, how can I know that I will not become an unknown ghost in the world of mortals..."

It's just right, and it's also a good match.

(灬)

The more you cling to something, the easier it is to lose it.

Cui Xiao thought that what he was obsessed with was the high position and generous salary, the title and support for his wife, and the glory for the family that his father-in-law expected, so he hid it from his family and got involved in things that he shouldn't have gotten involved in.