I saw Yan Ling walking out of the mountain gate step by step, with a blue silk package hanging on her right shoulder, and a red silk sword holster in her right hand, which was wrapped in her weapon Cloud Thorn (this is in accordance with the instructions of the Virgin: the weapon should not be easily exposed, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble).

Then, in the company of several fairies, the Virgin walked slowly out of the mountain gate on crutches.

Our Lady steadied her figure, closed her eyes slightly, and said, "Ling'er...... You're going down today...... Master...... That's all I have to do for you. ”

"Division...... Father ......" Yan Ling called and fell to his knees with tears in his eyes.

"Ling'er don't be sad...... There is no feast in the world, you... Go quickly......" Our Lady said, and sighed softly, "where is the mountain god?"

As soon as the words of Our Lady fell, the mountain god on duty appeared and knelt on his left knee and said, "The little god is here, listen to the decree of Our Lady." ”

"Yan Lingxiang's family is in Tanjiazhuang, Huayang Town, Wanling County, Southern Tang Kingdom, which is far away from this Li Mountain, so I will give her a ride. Our Lady commanded.

"Wow!" the mountain god took the order, got up and said to Yan Ling, "Miss Yan Ling, please come with the little god." ”

"Master, take care...... I went to ......"

Yan Ling's vocal cords choked, tears rolled down, and he knocked his head eight or nine times in a row, and was supported by the mountain god and rose in the air.

"Ling'er!" Seeing that Yan Ling was about to leave, the Holy Mother suddenly became a little reluctant, so she called her again.

"Master......" Yan Ling turned around and stood above the clouds, pear blossoms with rain, pitiful.

"Ling'er, after going down the mountain, be kind to others, and don't use force easily. ”

"Yes, Master......"

Seeing the rain on Yan Ling's pear blossoms, Our Lady couldn't help but feel pity, so she said: "Master will send you another one: 'Yin Yin is lost, the flying shadow is extinguished, the mandarin duck couple, don't be involved', Ling'er...... Do you remember?"

"Master...... The disciples have memorized ......"

"Go ahead...... Go for it......" Our Lady tilted her head slightly, waving her brocade sleeves.

With Yan Ling's long goodbye, the cloud had already turned away from the mountain peak and flew towards the southeast sky.

The vast Li Mountain gradually drifted away, gradually became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared between the vast mountains and seas.

Yan Ling and the mountain god took off to ride the clouds, while flying to the southeast boundary, along the way to the Dangfang Mountain God land, the location of Tanjiazhuang, Huayang Town, Wanling County, Southern Tang Kingdom, and at dusk, he had already arrived in the sky above Tanjiazhuang.

The mountain god lingered in the air for a moment, fearing that his fierce face frightened the pedestrians, so he landed on a deserted road and informed Yan Ling that Tan Jiazhuang was in front of him, and if he looked for someone to inquire, he could find Tan's mansion. After the explanation was completed, the mountain god said goodbye to Yan Ling, and returned to Lishan in the clouds to resume his life.

Yan Lingmu saw the mountain god leave, and a sense of loss instantly came to his heart, and he looked around, dazed.

When she was in a mood, she walked along the loess road, and after walking half a mile, suddenly a puff of smoke flew in, and the air was filled with the smell of burning straw paper, and the astringent throat was pungent and very unpleasant.

Yan Ling shrugged his nose and raised his eyes to look at the smoke flying.

In the twilight, I saw two figures burning paper in front of an earthen bag in the distance, the fire was blazing, and the smoke was gusting, and the unpleasant smell was flying from there.

"Qiaoli, there are people over there! I went to ask them about the path of Tan's mansion. Yan Ling was secretly happy, so he took a step, stepped on the grass beside the road, and walked in front of the dirt bag.

I saw that the soil bag was high on the grass slope, like a steamer cover, the wild grass on the top had been cleaned, and there was new soil cover, and there was a rectangular stone in front of the soil bag, three feet high, polished very neatly, and the stone was engraved with handwriting, I don't know what to do. And in front of the rectangular stones, not only incense and candles were burned, but also several bowls and plates were arranged, and the bowls were filled with turbid wine, and the dishes were filled with dishes and fruits.

The two figures were originally a woman and a man, the woman was about thirty years old, and the man was only in his teens, and at first glance they were mother and son. The mother and son were burning yellow gold ingots and white paper copper coins, whimpering and crying, their voices were sad and they couldn't bear to hear it.

Seeing this scene, Yan Ling was inexplicably wonderful, she was here to explore the path, but she was touched by compassion for a while, so she stepped forward: "Auntie, what is your sadness, why do you cry over this dirt bag stone?"

The woman was startled when she heard the words behind her, turned around, and saw with tears in her eyes, but it was a young Taoist aunt, so she exclaimed angrily: "You little Taoist aunt, you don't know how to be polite! This is a stone covered with dirt, this is a grave! In this grave is buried the widow's deceased husband and child's father." When this Qingming Festival came, I brought my children to the grave of my deceased husband, toasted some wine and food, and turned into some paper money, so that my deceased husband would know that my mother and son were still thinking about him. ”

Hey, it turns out that the Qingming Festival is coming!

This Qingming Festival is an important custom since the founding of the Tang Dynasty, if you trace the roots, I am afraid that it was in the Zhou Dynasty. Three days before and after the Qingming Festival, the people of the Yang Realm must clean the cemetery and worship the ancestors, aiming to warn future generations: practice pure filial piety, be cautious and think far, and do not forget the ancestors.

Yan Ling grew up in Lishan since she was a child, and she knew very little about the customs of the world, she had never seen the Qingming Festival, and she didn't know that the dirt bag was the tomb.

But the woman's lesson suddenly reminded Yan Ling of her dead parents, at this time, it was not the time to pay tribute to her parents, but where was the grave of her parents?

Yan Lingsi was so sad that she couldn't help squatting on the grass and crying sadly.

When the woman saw this, she wondered, "Aunt Dao, what are you crying here?"

"I also want to pay homage to my parents. ”

"Ahh......h Wretched...... But if you want to sacrifice to the grave, then go to the grave, what is the use of weeping here?"

"I don't know where my parents' graves are. Thinking of this, Yan Ling cried even more and more sadly.

"Ahh......h Pathetic, pathetic, really pitiful. That...... What are you doing here?"

"I ...... I ......" Yan Ling suddenly remembered asking for directions, wiped her tears and said, "I'm here to find someone." ”

"Looking for someone? There is no Taoist temple here, who are you looking for?"

"I'm coming for Brother Kiki. ”

"Brother Kiki?"

"It's Brother Wenji. Yan Ling is not stupid, and she said the name of her brother Kiki.

"Brother Wenji? Oh...... I remembered: Then there is a young master Wenji in the Tan Mansion? I wonder if you are looking for him?"

"Yes, yes...... It was the eldest young master Wenji who was looking for Tan Mansion. Yan Ling wiped her tears and burst into laughter.

She was worried about looking for someone to ask for directions, but unexpectedly, she was just right, and she met it next to this road, wouldn't she be happy? But in fact, Tan's mansion is famous in the area of Huayang Town, and this woman is a person near Tanjiazhuang, so she naturally knows it clearly.

Yan Ling first cried, then smiled, her expression changed in seconds, and she was nervous, so that the woman's husband and the second King Kong couldn't touch their heads. So, she wondered, "Who is this little Daoist aunt of yours from Young Master Tan? What are you looking for him?"

"I ...... I...... I'm not going to tell you. Yan Ling was asked by the woman like this, she was shy, charming and moving, "As long as you tell me how to get to Tan Mansion." ”

"Cut! It's just that the little woman asks a lot of questions, so she doesn't want to know who you are! You just go straight along this road, meet people, and inquire again, and you can find Tan's mansion." The woman pointed to the way.

"Thank you, Auntie!" Yan Ling thanked happily, touched the little boy's head, and walked away with light steps.

Yan Ling's behavior of twisting her waist and jumping away was extremely inconsistent with the dress of the Dao Aunt, and it looked very funny.

When the woman saw it, she couldn't help but spit out: "This little Dao aunt is nervous, and eighty percent of her brain is sick." ”

Before and after Qingming, the weather is changeable.

When the sky was all darkened, there was a drizzle, and three or five tomb sweepers packed up their sacrificial things and hurriedly dispersed.

Yan Ling asked the tomb sweeper about the address of Tan Mansion, and while covering his head with a red silk sword bag to block the rain, he walked towards Tan Mansion quickly.

Just turned a few houses, a courtyard suddenly appeared in front of you, a flat forehead hung on the closed gate, under the reflection of two red lanterns, you can vaguely see the face of the two letters "Tan Fu" written in italics.

Yan Ling hesitated for a moment, slowly walked up the stone steps, and knocked on the door.

After a while, the door slowly opened, and out came an elderly man in his fifties, who was none other than Liu Er, the housekeeper of the Tan Mansion.

Yan Ling saw someone coming out, performed a Taoist salute, and asked, "Uncle: Is this Tan Mansion?"

"Yes, it's Tan Mansion, who are you looking for?" Steward Liu looked Yan Ling up and down, looking puzzled.

"I'm looking for Brother Wenji. Yan Ling said sweetly, with a hint of shyness on her face.

"The eldest young master is not in the house. ”

"That'...... Where's Brother Wenji?"

"The eldest young master, he ......" Steward Liu was about to answer, and suddenly became vigilant, "You little Taoist aunt is Brother Wenji on the left, Brother Wenji on the right, but my old man has never seen your sister of the eldest young master, who are you?"

"I ...... I'm Xu Yanling. ”

"Xu Yanling?" Steward Liu was shocked when he heard this, and he looked at it carefully, and asked, "Isn't it Miss Yanling of the Xu family who was taken away by the great monk fifteen years ago?"

"Exactly. Yan Ling replied with a smile.

"You said you were Miss Yan Ling, but did you have that piece of dragon pendant that the great monk gave you back then?" asked Steward Liu.

It turned out that the fifteen-year appointment was coming, and the Gongying couple chattered about Wenji Yan Ling's marriage every day, looking forward to Yan Ling's early return, so Steward Liu also knew that Yan Ling had a piece of dragon pendant exchanged with Wenji's marriage.

"Yes! When Yan Ling heard this, he quickly took off the dragon pendant from the jade neck and handed it over.

Steward Liu took it and took a closer look, and sure enough, it was a piece of white jade dragon pendant, which was the same as the description described by his wife, and he couldn't help but be surprised and delighted: "It's really Miss Yan Ling......! You wait...... Wait for the old man to report to the old man and the lady first. ”

Before he finished speaking, Steward Liu turned around and shouted excitedly as he ran towards the courtyard: "Master, madam, Miss Yan Ling is back, Master, Madam, Miss Yan Ling is back......