The third master was supposed to be three days, but he didn't see anyone for half a month. Xiao Nuan didn't know that he was back, he was too busy to take a break to see that he still didn't come back, in short, he was distressed, he was so busy.

Four days after the Snow Festival, on the fourth day of the first month of November, the generalissimo of the soldiers and horses, Wutieya, returned.

Stepping on the frost all over the ground in the morning, Dai Xiao's villagers set up sacrificial tables on both sides of the road, put three animal sacrifices, and quietly waited for the old general's soul to return and enjoy.

On the official road in Bali in the west of the city, the sacrificial tables of the Qin and Han families in Qinjia Village are three times longer than those of others. The top was full of offerings, and behind them stood the two clansmen and Mr. Yunqing and others.

Xiao Nuan, his senior brother Zhang Xuanqing, his nephew He Fenglu and a few little Taoist priests waited in Taoist robes. Zhang Xuanqing and Xiao Nuan are purple robes, which are the most formal robes worn by Taoists on solemn occasions.

The early grass that was wrapped in a small quilt by her mother dozed off, and Rhubarb stared at the pig's hair on the table for a long time, and the dog's head turned into the distance, "Wang!" ”

Xiaocao immediately opened her eyes and looked at her little body, "I'm back." ”

Everyone looked at each other, and a moment later two white horses galloped in, and the black helmets and black armor but white robes of the iron guard rushed forward, this is the cavalry of the funeral. The people fell to their knees and wept aloud.

"Let's get started." Zhang Xuanqing, who was dressed in a Taoist robe, said clearly.

"Yes." Xiao Nuan was righteously crowned, embroidered with the sun, moon and stars, gossip and crane's purple robe, and began to help the senior brother set up the hall. He Fenglu, who was wearing a dark red Taoist robe behind him, and a disciple of Zhang Xuanqing stepped forward to hang up the Daozang diagram, this is the Daozang Taishang Disaster Elimination and Blessing Dojo, or the Changchun Guanguan Lord took his junior sister to do it personally, and the people around looked at it, and the two families of Qin and Han retreated and cried and sang, with light on their faces.

Zhang Xuanqing shook off the dust, first played the farewell and wished as usual, and then opened the hall, and then pronounced the five-party mantra, and the mouth chattered without stopping. Xiaocao followed silently carefully, the big yellow dog waited for the dust thrown in Zhang Xuanqing's hand with bright eyes, and Xiao Nuan stood beside him with a solemn face.

"Senior sister, let's start."

"Senior Brother Order." Taoist Chen Jiuqing stepped forward, shook off the dust and recited the Taoist number and began to chant the mantra, "The edict of the Taishang, the soul of Chao Ru." Ghosts and ghosts, four lives are gracious. The headless is super, and the headless is born...... Kneeling in front of my stage, the gossip is shining, Zhan Ru is gone, and he is overborn...... For men and women, they bear their own responsibility. The rich and the poor are called by you. Waiting for the crowd, in a hurry to overlive. Wait for the crowd, and rush to overtake ......"

Xiao Nuan's chanting voice is crisp and pleasant, inspiring and inspiring, and makes people clear.

At the end of the official road, dust was raised, accompanied by cries and tremors of the earth, and 100,000 Jinwu guards returned.

"It's snowing—" Xiaocao stretched out her little hand and looked at the snowflakes in surprise.

"Wang, Wang, woo-" Rhubarb raised his head and howled, and the dogs in the nearby village howled incessantly.

Xiao Nuan stepped on the gossip with square steps, and the mantra gradually grew up. Zhang Xuanqing didn't make a mistake when he heard his junior sister, and he was very relieved.

The leader was still the iron guard, and then the Dengzhou hundred officials helped the six-horse hearse to cry bitterly, and the white-clothed, white-armored, white-robed Wuhuan led the Jinwuwei soldiers to follow him.

The hundreds of officials who wept bitterly, the people who cried bitterly, the serious Wu Huan, the generals of the Jinwu Guard who followed the same footsteps, and behind the generals were coffins pulled by oxen, and the generals who died in battle. Then there were battalion after battalion of soldiers, each with a brother in their battalion who had died in battle. The 100,000 gold guards were majestic and murderous, with the same footsteps and cries, and the sound of chanting mantras, singing this overwhelming tragedy.

The long mantra of death, Xiao Nuan recited it from morning to night, and I don't know how many times it took to welcome back 100,000 soldiers and thousands of dead souls.

"Wait for the crowd, and be in a hurry to overlive. Waiting for the crowd, in a hurry to overlive. After reading the last sentence, Xiao Nuan looked at the sky full of snow, and thought that the world would be too peaceful and there would be no war.

The Qin family hurriedly poured hot tea to moisten her throat for her daughter who had worked hard all day, and Xiao Nuan took it and said in a low voice, "Mother will go back with everyone first, and I will go to the old general's house with my senior brother to make Jiao ceremonies, I am afraid that I will not be able to go back in the next few days." ”

Qin nodded, whispered a few words, and then took Xiaocao and Rhubarb into the carriage and returned to Qinjia Village. Xiao Nuan watched He Fenglu and the little Taoist priests clean up the stall, but saw her father Chen Zumo coming over with square steps, and knew that his father was here to find her without asking.

The Chen family's sacrificial table is placed five miles outside the city, Xiao Nuan and theirs are eight miles outside the city, Chen Zumo doesn't go back to collect the stall but walks out, what else can he do if he doesn't come to find her?

Chen Zumo greeted Zhang Xuanqing first, and sure enough, he walked in front of Xiao Nuan, "Xiao Nuan ......"

"Poor Dao Chen Jiuqing."

Xiao Nuan's voice was already hoarse, and his voice sounded extremely harsh, Chen Zumo's eyebrows jumped, and he said patiently in a low voice, "Come and say a few words to you for my father." ”

Xiao Nuan wanted to say that she was not available, but with so many people watching, she had to walk to Chen Zumo's side. Chen Zumo said in a low voice, "Why are you and not Chen Guan supporting Jiaoyi?" ”

Xiao Nuan's throat hurt, and she said succinctly, "I think." ”

Chen Zumo frowned, leaned over and lowered his voice, "This is an eventful time for the Daomen, how solemn is the old general's funeral?" If you miss one step, you will be killed! You are still young, you should not take on this heavy responsibility, I am afraid that your senior brother ......"

Chen Zumo stopped immediately, "You are not stupid, you don't say much for your father, you should push it, you are just a lay disciple, don't really get involved with them." ”

Did you say that the senior brother let her play in order to protect himself? Xiao Nuan nodded, really unwilling to waste her lips and tongue with him, strode back to Zhang Xuanqing's side, and let him help him into the carriage of Changchun Temple.

Compared with Chen Zumo's scumbag father, she believes in Senior Brother Seven more.

Chen Zumo saw that Xiao Nuan was unrepentant, turned around and left, and no longer cared about this unfilial girl.

For the second time in 16 years, the door of the Wujia courtyard was wide open and did not refuse visitors. Sixteen years ago, it was to set up a funeral hall for the three major generals, and this time it was for the old generals, how similar the scene is.

Changchun Temple, as the only Taoist temple in Ji County, was immediately led into the courtyard after arriving at the door of Wumen, and began to chant mantras on the edge of the mourning hall. This time it was the seventh senior brother who came on the stage, and Xiao Nuan, who had a dumb voice, stood aside quietly, silently looking at the courtyard that he had been here twice.

Changed.

Looking at the nephews of the Wu family who were crying bitterly on the left and right sides of the mourning bed, Xiao Nuan knew that they were really sad. The old general Wu is gone, Wu Yu, the young general of Jin Wuwei, can he afford to carry the banner of the Wu family?

Xiao Nuan watched Wuhuan lean over and kneel down again and again to thank the relatives who came to pay their respects, and her heart was also sour, for Wuhuan and for Wu Yu who was still in the Black Mountain Pass.

"Sheng Wang Chai Yan Sheng, to-" The mourners of the Wu family reported loudly, and the crying in the hall was loud. Xiao Nuan looked back, and the third master in the python robe and jade belt led hundreds of officials to pay tribute to the old general on behalf of the Son of Heaven.

The third master was sad, and after entering the mourning hall to burn incense to worship the old general on behalf of the Son of Heaven, he said to Wu Huan, "The saint heard that Marshal Wu was dead, and it was difficult to get up in bed while crying, so Yan Sheng was asked to sacrifice on his behalf." Marshal Wu is for the country and the people, and the Son of Heaven is grateful for his abdomen, and the whole country mourns together. ”

Wuhuan led the people of the Wu clan to cry and thank you.

The great eunuch Qinghe stepped forward and opened the holy decree, "Fengtian carrier, the emperor's edict said: Marshal Wutieya sacrificed his life for the country, and I am not full of sorrow." Reward, a pair of gold helmets and gold armor, 500 pairs of bronze armor, 10 jade horses, 50 chariots, 100 pieces of porcelain from the imperial kiln......"

Watching the eunuchs rushing in with the funeral goods in their hands, filling the mourning hall and the courtyard, Xiao Nuan didn't feel any imperial grace at all, only funny and angry.

When people are alive, you take precautions, and when people die, you are rewarded with a thousand rewards, and there is a fart!

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