Chang Sheng Gou Said: Play The Suona At The Beginning, Mourn The Funeral And Cultivate Immortality

"Master, I'm back."

Bai Yu's eyes couldn't stop feeling sore.

The young Taoist priest on the side was full of surprise:

"Old sir, who are you?"

"This True Monarch is my master. I personally erected the tomb for him back then."

The Taoist priest was shocked and hurriedly invited Bai Yu inside to discuss in detail.

Bai Yu waved his hand and refused, but looked around the temple.

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

The first one on the right is named Venerable.

According to the explanation of the young Taoist priest, Venerable, the grave digger, is the number one general under True Monarch. He punishes evil and promotes good, and he is best at digging people's ancestral graves.

There was a period of panic among the people in Jiangcheng. The usually arrogant aristocratic families did not dare to bully the people, for fear that their ancestral graves would be dug up.

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

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

Bai Yu laughed dumbly.

Unexpectedly, thirty years later, my legend is still circulating in the world.

He looked around the temple.

Then he took his wife's ashes and buried them together with his master's tomb.

A few days later, the burial was completed.

Bai Yu played a suona.

The sound of the suona disappears with the wind, and the beauty and knight depend on each other.

When the suona song ended, Bai Yu felt relieved. He had finally fulfilled his responsibilities and was worthy of Uncle Jiu's teachings.

This suona song not only relieves the responsibilities of thirty years, but also commemorates the past.

At this time, the funeral record jumped.

[Blowing Suona: Reaching the Peak (5/10 million)]

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

From great success to reaching the pinnacle, one million experience points are needed.

Thirty years of mourning has finally brought the suona to its pinnacle.

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

I burn incense, clean, and talk to my master and my wife every day.

After some time, he funded the construction of a larger Dishi Temple at the original site of Yizhuang.

He took Lao Mo around to collect the corpses of the deceased, which was also considered as accumulating merit for Uncle Jiu and his wife.

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

As the days passed, the bones nearby were almost collected, and the incense in Dishi Temple became more and more prosperous day by day.

In the spring of the next year, Bai Yu left the Dishi Temple.

The master's wife has gone home, and he also wants to go home and see her.

During the plum blossom season, he returned to Peach Blossom Village.

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

Bai Yu returned to his former residence. The shacks had long since disappeared and were overgrown with weeds.

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

A child returning from herding cattle passes by a plum tree and catches bees and butterflies with a smile.

A group of children are noisy, chasing each other, and are free from worries.

A boy with some Literary Aura secretly broke a plum flower 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 change one after another.

One year spent similar, each year is different.

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

On the tree trunk, there is a fist mark, but it was left by Bai Yu when he practiced boxing.

The fist mark was covered with moss.

He gently stroked the plum tree and sighed:

"If wood is like this, how can people be embarrassed?"

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

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

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

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

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

While weeding the grave, he said to himself:

"Sir, Changsheng is back."

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

"And the spring and autumn you gave me, I also passed it on to others. Now he has been selected as a scholar, and the disciple has fulfilled your wish."

Bai Yu talked to himself and played a suona again.

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

Every suona song represents a cause and effect in the past.

After the suona was played, Bai Yu bowed heavily.

He stood there for a long time, then turned and left.

After walking a few steps, another tomb was discovered nearby.

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

Show the tomb of Xiaoyu, the mother of Zhou Dynasty.

The filial man Zhou Niansheng was sacrificed.

Xiaoyu?

The little girl who wore braids and said "Brother Changsheng" and "Brother Changsheng" all day is no longer there either.

Xiaoyu, Nian Sheng.

Bai Yu's heart twitched for no reason.

Xiaoyu and Bai Changsheng were childhood sweethearts, and they also had a vague affection for each other.

It's a pity that Bai Yu couldn't protect himself at that time, let alone support Xiaoyu, so he could only choose to remain silent.

For some people, if they miss it, they miss it.

Goodbye is already a world apart.

You buried your bones in the mud under the spring, but I sent them to the world with a head full of snow.

Bai Yu let out a long sigh, took off the suona, and played another leisurely song.

The song ended, but I saw an old man coming not far away.

He came with a basket.

Seeing Bai Yu, he said:

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

Bai Yu is still immersed in suona:

"My mother?"

The old man nodded:

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

Bai Yu came back to his senses:

"Oh, that's right."

Zhou Niansheng placed tribute incense candles:

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

Is today actually Xiaoyu’s memorial day?

Is it a coincidence that Xiaoyu’s memorial day happened to happen when I returned? Or God's will?

Zhou Niansheng was a bit nagging:

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

“Before my mother left, she kept chanting ‘Song of Immortality’ and ‘Song of Immortality’. We don’t know what the tune was.”

Bai Yu looked dazed and said after a while:

"The Song of Immortality is a lost piece of music that represents mourning for an old friend."

Zhou Niansheng suddenly realized it and said with a smile:

"It turns out that my mother told her before she died that if someone from afar comes to pay homage to her, she will give this thing to him."

"It seems that you, old sir, are the guests from afar that my mother mentioned."

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

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

Xiaoyu used this purse to try to stuff Bai Yu with pocket money.

Open the purse and find five white stones inside.

In my memory, the two of them picked this piece by the river when they were children and used it to play the game of "beating stones".

Bai Yu stood there, speechless for a long time.

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

In a daze, he saw another pretty little girl, smiling with white teeth and two pigtails swaying.

"Brother Changsheng, are you back?"