On the night of June 17, the breeze was blowing and the moon was like frost.

In a post station outside the city of Luzhou, Xiao Luo offered an incense offering, the incense burner on the case was full of green smoke, and the three cups of sake reflected the moonlight, Xiao Luo wore linen and wore filial piety, personally wrote the sacrificial text and knelt in front of the case to recite the mourning, Li Shuangxuan burned paper money on the side, she was also dressed in white, and a small white flower was pinned to her head.

June 17 is not only the first seven after Xiao Chengtong's death, but also his birthday, Xiao Luo invited the monks of Luzhou Wanfang Temple to chant for Xiao Chengtong to exceed, the night is quiet, hundreds of monks chant the mantra in unison, the Buddha's voice is empty, and the people pass away.

Li Shuangxuan looked at the paper money all over the ground, and then listened to the sound of chanting, and couldn't help but think of her father, Li Yuanqing and Lan Sanniang when they were buried in Huangshou Mountain

"Twin Princesses Fuyao Record" XXXIII. Hunger is in the middle of a hand, please wait a moment,

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