Chapter 527: Reminiscence

The next day, the sky was clear, the sun was shining, the morning breeze was warm, and I also heard the news of Han Rui's return to his hometown, and the nearby villagers, whether they were related to Hanjia Village, or had nothing to do with it, came to celebrate, even if they knew that some people took the opportunity to eat and drink, the villagers of the Han family did not refuse to come, and greeted the guests from all over the world with a smile.

This is an opportunity to expand the influence of Hanjia Village, and the neighbors and villagers are not necessarily so clear, give favors now, and naturally someone will return favors in the future, ordinary villagers or don't understand these truths, but Tianxing likes to be lively, and when he sees everyone, he naturally feels very face-saving, and he must be dedicated to hospitality.

The relationship between the ancient villages is very complicated, there are mutual hostility, there are also mutual support, to put it bluntly, it is a matter of strength, the previous Hanjia Village, less than 100 households, in the weak category, now there is a Han Rui, the people in the village, whether it is marrying a wife, or marrying NV, or even fighting for wind and water, it is much easier.

In the past 2,000 years, the idea that the people do not fight with the officials has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and the people in the neighboring villages, in addition to envy, often take Han Rui as an example to teach the younger generations of the clan to work hard and make progress, and they will be so proud in the future......

The excitement lasted for three days, and then it dispersed, not that everyone was unwilling to do it, but that the Qingming Festival was coming, and the people began to prepare for tomb sweeping, and naturally dispersed.

Due to Han Rui's return, this year's festival, which is indisputable, was presided over by him personally, and he was nurtured in Taichang Temple for many days, and even the royal ceremony was organized by himself, and the folk customs and sacrifices were naturally not a problem.

No longer prevaricating like two years ago, Han Rui was in charge, in the ancestral hall, dispatching everyone, preparing relevant things, orderly, orderly, without the slightest lag, and omissions, thoughtful, even the experienced elders could not find faults.

"Clan Elder, what do you think, how about doing this?" Han Rui smiled and asked, "Is there anything to add?" ”

"No ......" The elder clan's eyes were full of relief, and he nodded again and again: "The sect leader has thought about everything, it is very detailed, where is there any omission." ”

Everyone agreed, and they were not surprised, this is a matter of course, and people who are officials should be like this. If he knew what the villagers thought, Han Rui would definitely be crying and laughing, what kind of theory is this, the person who deserves to be an official is an all-rounder.

The next morning, before dawn, every household has gotten up, busy, to the dawn of the morning, it is almost over, they have carried a variety of sacrificial supplies, and came to the ancestral hall.

After a while, all the young people in the village, including some half-grown xiǎo children, assembled, and as for the fu people, they stayed at home, boiled water and cooked, and waited for everyone to come back from worship and hold a feast.

"Sect Leader, everyone is together."

"Well, let's go." Han Rui waved his hand and took the lead.

"Let's go."

Out of the village, to the foot of the mountain, a group of half-grown children, elated, impatient to run away, tossing on the mountains, scourge all kinds of plants, trees, insects and birds. The adults didn't pay attention to it, at most, they saw that the child was ignorant and made dangerous moves, so they got angry and scolded angrily, until the child knew his mistake, and then he stopped and smiled again.

Sometimes, Han Rui is also quite strange, I don't know why, in traditional festivals such as the Qingming Festival, the people should be sad and crying, but they have a lively and lively time, and it is completely regarded as a happy event.

This is not something that can be explained by the optimistic Jing God, Han Rui guessed that maybe it was because the people were too bitter, from the beginning of life to the end of life, there was more bitterness and less happiness, so he liked to have something to do, find something to gather and live, and express his bitterness.

Therefore, there were so many festivals in ancient times, and the tragedy was always changed into a comedy, and the reality was already very cruel.

Han Rui thought about it, and soon came to the grave of the common ancestor, and when he arrived here, everyone's expressions finally became solemn, although there was not much heaviness, but there was no lack of respect, unlike later generations, sweeping the tomb was just a formality, and the awe of the ancestors was gone.

Under the command of the uncle, the young people in the village were the main force, hoeing the grass with tools, overcoming thorns and thorns, and soon repaired the overgrown grave, put a few strings of firecrackers, placed offerings, and Han Rui offered incense, led everyone to kneel and worship, and burned all kinds of priestly offerings...... The ceremony is simple, but extremely solemn.

After a while, the group packed up their offerings and continued on their way, rushing to the next location. For two days in a row, most of them worshiped the ancestors and common ancestors, and on the third day, each family went to sweep the tombs of their ancestors.

On this day, it rained, dripping, mimiméngméng, a little cool, a little cold, very in line with the sad atmosphere of the Qingming Festival, in fact, sunshine and rain, this is the law of nature, sadness and pain, and it has nothing to do with the climate, just people's hearts.

Han Rui understood, but he still hated this kind of scene. On the hill of Xiǎoxiǎo, the servants had already repaired Han Jiufu's grave properly, placed all kinds of offerings, and retreated very consciously. Han Rui held the umbrella in front of the grave, I don't know what kind of mood it is, it is a little sad, but it is more of an indescribable melancholy.

For Han Jiufu, who has never met, he only exists in the forgetting of Han Rui's body, and naturally he can't say that his feelings are very deep, but standing here, he thinks of his relatives thousands of years later, I wonder if they are also mourning in front of their graves at this time?

"Husband, don't be sad, my father and mother are in the spirit of heaven, and I don't want to see you like this." Zheng Naoyue exhorted softly.

Han Rui nodded lightly, put a few pillars of incense in front of the grave, and gently knelt down with his family. In life, it is impossible to live in sorrow all the time, and after the ceremony is completed, after staying for a while, everyone will go back with it. Sitting in the carriage, under the soft persuasion of Zheng Naoyue, Han Rui's mood gradually relaxed, and there was a little smile in his eyebrows.

Feeling a little depressed, Han Rui lifted the curtain, breathed in the fresh air with fog, and suddenly saw a familiar figure not far away, wearing a hat and a robe, as if taking a leisurely walk.

"Stop." Han Rui suddenly shouted.

The servant was stunned and hurriedly tightened the reins, and the horses neighed and slowly stopped.

"Husband, what's wrong?" Zheng Naoyue asked curiously, glancing out with bright eyes.

"Meet an acquaintance." Han Rui smiled slightly, and raised his voice to greet: "Monk Huaihai, if you don't eat fasting and chant Buddha in the temple, how can you have the leisure to walk in the rain." ”

"Amitabha." Monk Huaihai folded his hands and bowed, and said with a smile: "If you can become a Buddha by eating fasting, then why should a monk practice outside and find an opportunity to attain the Tao." ”

"Congratulations, congratulations." Han Rui said with a smile.

Monk Huaihai was surprised: "Where does the joy come from." ”

"Two years ago, you went out looking for opportunities, and now you're back, doesn't it mean that you have found it." Han Rui chuckled and said, "In the future, there will be another eminent monk in the Qiling Temple, so naturally I want to congratulate you." ”

"Amitabha." Monk Huaihai smiled bitterly and sighed: "Master Han, as always, his words are sharp, the monk is ashamed, he has been running for two years, but he feels more and more ignorant and shallow, so he has to come back and continue to concentrate on cultivation. ”

"Okay." Han Rui smiled: "Being able to know your own shortcomings is not a kind of progress." ”

"Master Han Shi is really a natural wisdom root." Monk Huaihai exclaimed: "The words of the teachings are the same as those of the host. ”

Yes, Han Rui secretly complained that he was too talkative, and this monk was probably going to persuade himself to become a monk again.

didn't think about it, Monk Huaihai didn't hit the snake with the stick, but smiled and invited: "Master Han, it's better to meet by chance, can you go to Qiling Temple to talk about it?" ”

In the past two years, I heard from the villagers that the monks of Qiling Temple often come to preach, open the altar to speak, help with work, and even repair bridges and pave roads, and they also have their share, Han Rui had to admit his feelings, hesitated, couldn't wipe away his feelings and refused, turned back to Zheng Nao and said: "I'll talk to him, you go back first." ”

Zheng Naoyue nodded slightly, stretched out his hand to tidy up Han Rui's clothes, and ordered the servants to bring umbrellas.

"Why don't you go for a walk together?" Han Rui proposed, ready to use his family and son to dispel the idea of Monk Huaihai.

Zheng Naoyue shook his head lightly and said with a smile: "It's not suitable, besides, my husband also knows that Sister Xiyin and I don't believe in Buddhism." ”

"Yes." Han Rui came to his senses, got out of the car with an umbrella, and waved his hand: "Madam, don't worry, I will not be encouraged by the monk to become a monk." ”

Rather than saying that this is a confession of true feelings, it is better to say that it is for Monk Huaihai. Zheng Nao smiled lightly, waved his slender hand slightly, and the carriage drove gently towards the mountain village.

"My daughter-in-law, what's the matter, it's very virtuous." Han Rui was triumphant.

"Amitabha." Monk Huaihai smiled bitterly: "Master Han, don't misunderstand, the host said, everything can't be forced, in this life, plant the cause first, and it will naturally bear fruit in the future." ”

Han Rui was speechless, if there was a next life...... Perhaps, he can really see through the red dust and become a monk, but now, Han Rui enjoys the mortal life very much, and has no intention of ending.

Of course, hearing that Monk Huaihai no longer fought his own ideas, Han Rui was still very happy, and asked with great interest, "When did the master come back?" ”

"It's also a coincidence, and I returned on the same day as the donor." Monk Huaihai said, that expression clearly said, it is really fate.

In this regard, Han Rui did not comment, and said in an interesting way: "What happened to the host of Zhiyun?" ”

"The body is very tough." Monk Huaihai smiled sincerely: "The day before yesterday, he also discussed with me the way of health preservation and cultivation. ”

Between the two, it seems, it seems, it seems, it seems, it seems, it maybe, maybe, it should, there is a little relationship, Han Rui is not very sure, but throughout the ages, long-lived people, most of them are pure-hearted and widowed, life and rest, three meals a day, are almost the same as monks and Taoists, barely on the side.

While chatting, he walked towards the Qiling Temple, there was not much time, and soon he arrived in front of the temple mountain, Han Rui suddenly asked: "Master Huaihai, it's not as simple as reminiscing about the old days, is it not as simple as inviting me to come this time?" ”

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