Chen Yang can't empathize, but an old man who is nearly ninety years old, in front of him, even if it is a stone, can feel this mood.

Xuanyu and Xuanzhen stood aside, their faces rarely serious, and the atmosphere became a little dull with Shen Qianxiu's words.

Chen Yang glanced up, but there was still no wandering spirit.

The comrades-in-arms who fought side by side with Shen Qianxiu participated in many wars.

When they die, they are either buried on the spot or dumped by each other.

Basically, it was impossible to return home with the corpse.

As a result, these spirits can only wander in the yang world, and cannot enter through their doors.

Chen Yang had a headache, even a great benevolent person like Shen Qianxiu, the incense he burned, couldn't attract them.

If he knew the birthdays of those heroes, Chen Yang would also have a way to attract them to exceed.

But the problem is, he doesn't know.

It was impossible for Shen Qianxiu to know.

Faced with this situation, he was helpless.

"Dao Chief, are you chanting today?" a villager suddenly walked over and asked.

Chen Yang said: "Read." ”

"Great, when will you read it?"

"Now. ”

Chen Yang glanced around, there were sixty or seventy people coming today, and the front yard was just right to accommodate it.

"Dear donors!"

Chen Yang's voice was raised, and everyone stopped talking and looked at each other.

"Today's Qingming Festival, the poor road chanted the scriptures, and sacrificed to the dead. ”

The villagers were bright-eyed and quiet, and some even found a place to sit directly on the ground.

"Reporter Fu, come, sit down, the Taoist is going to recite the scriptures. ”

"Oh. Fu Ying hadn't heard Chen Yang recite the scriptures, so she didn't know why they were so excited.

Chen Yang recited the "Sutra of Saving People".

Reciting this sutra, the main reason is to hope that Taiyi will save the suffering Tianzun to open the door of Jidu, lead the lonely souls wandering between heaven and earth to the right path, and forever leave the suffering of the capital.

"Boom!"

When Chen Yang gently knocked on the wooden fish, the courtyard was completely quiet.

Xuanyu and Xuanzhen also found a place to sit down, closed their eyes slightly, and listened quietly.

Shen Qianxiu sat at the front, and under his ass was the little Mazha that Xuanyu brought for him.

At this moment, guided by the sound of the wooden fish, he seemed to have returned to the era of beacon war.

The vivid faces are so real.

The bullet passed through his comrade's body, and the blood splattered in his face.

The warmth, the smell of blood, is so real.

He joined the People's Liberation Army in 47 years and participated in the Battle of Jiaodong Pocket in Shandong and the Battle of Weifang.

In 48 years, he participated in the Huaihai Campaign, the Battle of Crossing the River, and the Battle of Shanghai......

He couldn't remember exactly how many people died, but he remembered the worst one, when there were only seven people left in a company.

He remembered that night, he rushed into the enemy's interior for almost 10 kilometers overnight, and when he retreated, he withdrew from the 37th to the 38th parallel, and withdrew for five days and nights, and the enemy's artillery shells fought for five days and nights before he could get rid of the pursuit of the enemy's artillery fire.

He still remembered that before his comrades died, he still held the handle of the gun: "Kill three, Lao Tzu will not lose his death!"

I also remember the words that my comrades-in-arms who fought with the enemy with bayonets in the past shouted out when they died together with the enemy on the frontier, "This is Lao Tzu's home, don't think about it!"

Is war a life of nine deaths?

No, it's ten deaths!

But Shen Qianxiu doesn't regret it, and he doesn't regret it again.

He just wants to let those comrades-in-arms who died in a foreign land let their heroic souls return home.

I don't know when the scriptures were finished.

Everyone is still immersed in their own world.

Chen Yang didn't bother them.

"The task [Qingming Festival] is completed, and the reward is a lottery. ”

"Is the host raffling now?"

"Smoke it. ”

"Congratulations to the host, I have drawn [Incense of the Afterlife]. ”

"Incense to life: Incense to attract the soul can lead to life. ”

Chen Yang's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly asked, "Is there a limit, such as a limit on distance?"

The system said: "There is no limit. ”

Ordinary people, participate in the puja, burn incense.

If there are ancestors who stay in the yang world, they will be attracted by incense.

There is no need to use incense.

The biggest advantage of the incense is that you can communicate with these ancestors and empathize with them.

Moreover, ordinary incense sticks, unlike incense sticks, can ignore the scope and accurately direct the souls of the ancestors here.

"Whew~"

"It's so comfortable. ”

"The scriptures that the Taoist chief recites are really good. ”

"Oops, I just forgot to record. ”

The villagers were a little annoyed.

And Zhang Jun and others are incredible.

When they attended the God of Wealth puja before, they had heard Chen Yang chanting the scriptures.

But at that time, when I heard it, I felt that it was ordinary and nothing special.

But this time, they actually heard a different feeling.

Shen Qianxiu burst into tears, just now he was tantamount to re-experiencing the first half of his life.

Seeing his comrades dying beside him again, but unable to do anything about it, that feeling made him extremely painful.

"Grandpa Shen, let's go down the mountain. The two girls walked over and whispered.

Shen Qianxiu wiped away his tears, he was caught up in memories at the moment and couldn't extricate himself.

It was all too real, as if it were right in front of you.

Even though he remembers the pain, he is willing to bear the pain when he can see his comrades-in-arms and the old company commander.

"Are you Mr. Shen Qianxiu?" Fu Ying walked over and asked with some uncertainties.

Shen Qianxiu didn't seem to hear anything, he lowered his head and spread his palms.

In the palm of his hand was a rusty brass bullet casing.

"Grandpa Shen's name is Shen Qianxiu, do you know each other?" the two girls chatted with her.

Fu Ying was a little surprised, it was really Shen Qianxiu.

She still thought that she had read it wrong, and she didn't dare to confirm it.

She and Shen Qianxiu didn't know each other, and a colleague had gone to Santiao Lane in Jianning District to interview about the demolition, and they happened to bump into Shen Qianxiu.

When he came back, he told her that this old man Shen was a very powerful person.

This greatness is not his status, but his behavior.

All the subsidies issued by the state are donated to children in poor areas.

And every day I will go out to pick up garbage for money, and if I pick up books or something, I will stay.

It is said that the donation has been going on for decades.

When Fu Ying heard about this old man's deeds, she was greatly moved.

I never thought that I would meet here.

"Does Grandpa Shen still donate every month?" Fu Ying asked.

The girl nodded, a little helpless in admiration: "Yes, if you get a subsidy every month, you will donate it immediately, and you only have a few dozen yuan on your body." According to Grandpa Shen's words, he has a house to sleep in, and it is useless to ask for so much money, just enough to eat and drink. ”

Fu Ying asked, "I heard that the place where Grandpa Shen lives seems to be going to be demolished, right?"

"It was said that it was going to be demolished, but the compensation has not been negotiated, and everyone is not allowed to demolish it. ”

"The main thing is that the compensation is too small, more than 70 square houses, the compensation is 200,000 yuan, there is no demolition and resettlement housing, and there is no rental subsidy. ”

"Now any house costs tens of thousands of dollars per square meter, and they give this money, which is simply fooling people. ”

The two girls were also angry.

Fu Ying sighed.

There are too many such things that cannot be carried out because the compensation has not been negotiated.

Nearby, the villages of Upper and Lower North Forts are examples.

They are not bad, after all, it is a public tender from the government, and Chase does not dare to cheat in this regard.

But in the case of ordinary demolition and development, there have been a lot of big and small things.

Fu Ying is now a little worried that if it continues like this, it will evolve into a forced demolition sooner or later.