Along the way, Xiulian told Uncle Wang about Xiaoxue's thoughts, and Uncle Wang agreed without hesitation;

The people who originally went to the ancestral tomb of Houshan were greeted by Uncle Wang and changed their route towards Awl Mountain;

When Xiaoxue asked about the old man, Uncle Wang told her that because he was afraid that the old man would be stimulated again, he coaxed him to drink a bowl of tranquilizer, and was sleeping in Uncle Wang's house at the moment;

"Stomp, stomp!"

Uncle Wang and Uncle Li walked in the front, Xiaoxue followed with the tablet of Ugly Bajie, and Xiulian walked beside Xiaoxue with the new set of clothes that Ugly Bajie had never wore;

A group of funeral villagers followed silently, holding burial things in their hands, a small black coffin, and a bluestone tablet engraved with the name of Ugly Bajie, as well as a very brief life, the words "unfortunate early death" are particularly eye-catching;

"Whoa!"

Uncle Li carried a bamboo basket in his hand, grabbed the paper money inside from time to time, raised his hand and scattered it to the sky, the white paper money, round on the outside and square on the inside, fluttering in the wind, a wordless sadness, silent pain, spread wantonly in the dull and oppressive air;

"Whew! Whew! ”

Halfway up the Awl Mountain, the villagers, under the guidance of Uncle Wang, ran a dirt pit in front of the mound;

"Come on! Be careful! A little to the left! ”

"Slow down! Look ahead! ”

"Good! Put! Well! Come on! ”

......

The new clothes worn by Chou Bajie were placed in a small black coffin, which was hung by the villagers with ropes and slowly lowered into the earth pit for burial;

"The tombstone is here!"

After filling in the soil, the villagers erected the bluestone stele under the guidance of Uncle Li, and then silently retreated to the side;

The villagers placed offerings, incense candles, etc. in front of the tombstone, and two white candles were inserted into the soft soil on both sides of the bluestone monument;

"Smack!"

Uncle Li stepped forward and took out a match, lit the candle first, and then lit three incense sticks on the candle, which were inserted in the ground in front of the tombstone, and the old face was involuntarily filled with tears;

"Boom!"

The bright yellow flame burned the paper money, and the flame that should have been hot made everyone feel cold in their hearts;

Uncle Wang burst into tears, reciting a simple sacrifice, and his voice was hoarse and trembling with grief that could not be concealed;

"Today, there is a person from Wang Liangcun, whose surname is ugly, whose name is Bajie, who is eight years old, who is simple, honest, kind-hearted, well-behaved and sensible, lamenting, unpredictable, untimely death, unfortunate early death, woohoo lament... Don't be resentful, go all the way..."

After reading the sacrificial text, Uncle Wang knelt on the ground with tears streaming down his face, stretched out his hand to take the three incense sticks, lit them on the candle on the side, and inserted them in front of the bluestone tablet without crying;

"Bajie! O poor child! Good way! If you lack something, give the master a dream, and the master will burn it for you! ”

Uncle Li helped Uncle Wang up, dragged him to the side, and cried quietly with him;

Xiaoxue, who had already burst into tears, slowly stepped forward, stretched out her hand to touch the cold bluestone stele, and thought about the time she spent with Ugly Bajie in the past, her heart was almost suffocated, the pain was beyond measure, and she cried silently and screamed;

"Bajie! Woo..."

Xiulian then knelt beside Xiaoxue, reached out and picked up three incense sticks from the ground next to her, put them on the white candle and lit them, stuffed them into Xiao Xue's hand, and took three sticks of incense sticks herself, and after igniting them, she and Xiao Xue inserted the incense sticks in front of the bluestone tablet;

"Son-in-law! In the past, you called my mother-in-law, I never answered, but now Xiaoxue has married you, and your son-in-law and I also admit it, you have a spirit in the sky, you must bless her well, bless her safely! ...”

Uncle Li stepped forward again, stretched out his hand to help Xiaoxue up, and Xiulian, who was crying silently, also stood up at Uncle Li's signal, and stood next to the bluestone tablet with Xiaoxue;

"Bajie! Thank you for saving my dad! In the future, every year during Qingming and Ghost Day, I will come to worship you and burn more paper money for you! Alas! ”

"Bajie! Go all the way! Alas! ”

"Poor boy! You must have a good life down there, alas! ”

......

The villagers present also stepped forward to worship one after another, and each lit three incense sticks and inserted them in front of the tombstone of Ugly Bajie;

"Boom!"

On the incense stick in front of the bluestone stele, the gray smoke steamed up, the paper money was thrown into the fire in a steady stream, the bright yellow flames swayed in the cold wind, and the fire shone on the cyan tombstone, reflecting a miserable and sad color;

Xiaoxue and Xiulian sobbed softly, and the villagers also wiped their tears silently, their expressions full of sadness;

"Whew!"

A cold wind blew for no reason;

"Whoa!"

Paper money flies wantonly, pale spirit flags swaying in the wind;

"Tick! Tick! ”

Suddenly the sky was covered with dark clouds, and a light rain began to fall;

"Buzz!"

What is unknown is that a faint brilliance quietly climbed up the bluestone stele, flowing silently like water waves;

Xiulian looked at the hazy drizzle, worried about Xiaoxue's body, gently stretched out her hand, and gently patted Xiaoxue's shoulder to show comfort;

"Light snow! The grave is ready! Let's go back! ”

Xiaoxue finally couldn't hold back, crying profusely, crying heartbroken, hoarse and trembling voice, full of strong sadness, wantonly rendering a group of villagers, and everyone who heard it was sad;

"Bajie! If you want me, come to my dream, I'm not afraid! Woo..."

Xiulian remembered the legend of the underworld marriage and longevity, and hurriedly stepped forward to take Xiaoxue's hand, and forcibly dragged her home without saying anything, for fear that the ugly Bajie would have a spirit in the sky, and she really heard Xiaoxue's words, and she didn't even dare to think about the consequences...

"Alas!"

Uncle Li looked at Uncle Wang, who was trembling and tearful, and sighed with empathy;

"Lao Wang! Let's go! The village chief is still at your house, don't go back late, he wakes up and no one cares, and he's going to mess around again! ”

Uncle Wang wiped the tears on his face, and turned around and walked back under the pull of Uncle Li with a gloomy expression;

"Gone! Alas! What a pity! ”

"Who says it's not, it's so sensible at a young age, what a good child! Alas! ”

"Even God is crying, alas!"

......

The villagers whispered, following in the footsteps of Uncle Wang and Uncle Li, put away ropes, shovels and other tools, and slowly disappeared into the hazy drizzle;

"Ahh ...”

Faintly, there seemed to be a terrible scream, coming from the depths of the earth, weak and inaudible, ethereal;

"Truly..."

An eerie laugh, followed by a terrible scream, quietly sounded, drowned out by the howling wind;

In the Emperor's Mausoleum, the little dog and the two dogs and two ghosts were holding their heads in the guardian formation of the Emperor's Mausoleum, and the old Taoist priest was sweating profusely, with a strange smile on his face, and watched coldly through the light curtain of the Xuanguang Technique in the secret room. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo