There are still Miao people with various surnames in the world who have the inheritance of chasing corpses, and they all rushed to Bu Xi's house, so in Bu Xi's village, the atmosphere is particularly weird.

Today's Bu Xi family actually does not have such a great reputation, but he surnamed Miao who came to Bu Xi's family was willing to accept this support. Because, the old lady of the Bu Xi family secretly conveyed a news that shocked all the Miao people.

In the ancestral hall of Bu Xi's family, the soul lamp of ancestor Bu Xi Chensha was lit. In the letterhead sent out by the old lady, the word ancestor was used, not the ancestor!

No one thinks it's inappropriate, and recognizes Bu Xi Chensha as the ancestor of the corpse chaser, even if the corpse chasers from ancient times to the present look for it, no one will say that it is inappropriate!

Although it is rumored that this ancestor who drove out the corpse of them died before the age of his death!

And only when people are alive, the soul lamp will be lit......

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At the same time, the little monk was wearing a smile like Maitreya Buddha on his face.

Laughing doesn't necessarily mean you're really happy.

How far the path of cultivation is, the little monk Wufu actually doesn't know, just as he also doesn't know whether he should learn the habit or try to see through such a night.

For everything that people suffer in the world, Buddhist books always teach people to see through and let go.

The innocent little monk who could do a lot of things was still difficult to do, so he could only laugh.

Maitreya Buddha carried a cloth bag, and when he traveled to Pudu, the world would put bricks and stones in his cloth bag and mock him. Maitreya Buddha always responds to all this with a smile.

Maitreya Buddha said, "Put bricks and stones in my sack, and I will use them to build bricks and walls for those who have no place to return." Give me evil, and I will return the good that he lacks.

Bu Xi Miao Village does not accept outsiders, so whether Miss Bu Xi has returned home safely is unknown, and she can only leave in disgrace, so when the hungry little monk was abused and driven away from the front of the house in the early morning, the little monk could only smile timidly and use these words to relieve the humility in his heart.

My Buddha is compassionate, my Buddha is merciful!

In fact, Wu Yu is very yearning for the ancient times, there are temples in the mountains, and the monks' feet can be safe when they meet the water.

But practice, in the end, is bitter, starving and cold, no vain dare not complain, no complaints, obviously have their own practice, but no vain always feels at a loss than anyone else.

When the old monk taught himself, he said, when you are a monk, when you enter the world to practice, no matter where you go, you must not look back, and the little monk does not understand, and the old monk never answers.

The little monk who has not eaten water and rice all day is sitting against an old apricot tree that has passed the flowering period, and next to him are two small wheat fields that have already produced ears, planting rice in the big season and planting wheat in the small season in winter, but the wheat is not too high here.

In fact, Wuyu has never understood the words of the old monk, and the road he has walked behind him is also his own cultivation path, why can't he look back?

Unloaded the heavy warp basket on his body, stood up tiredly, struggled for a long time, walked to the wheat field, picked up a handful of green ears of wheat like a thief, held it in his hand and rubbed it a few times in a panic, blew a breath and stuffed it into his mouth, the throat of the wheat mang's thorn hurt, but he still couldn't wave away the messy mood like duckweed, and he didn't tell him to take it for a thief.

If it is an old monk, even if he starves to death, he will not touch this wheat field in the slightest.

Therefore, if you only pinch it, you don't dare to be too greedy, this bite is already a blasphemy of your beliefs.

However, when he turned his head, he froze with a tired face, and when he saw it, there were thousands of households under the mountain, and the lights were like fireflies, and the scene of such a prosperous era was beautiful.

After looking at it twice, Wu Yuan's eyes were red, and he whimpered, and none of the lamps of the good family were left for me!

Kicked over the scriptures, Buddha, I have been under your door when I was born, I have never entered the world, I have been born, I have never had a home, but I have become a monk when I open my eyes, I have never felt the comfort of the seven feelings, but I have tasted the warmth and coldness of the world, I don't know the taste of the six desires, so teach me to see through and let go, how do I see through, how to let go?

Master, you told me to practice and cross people, I crossed people, who crossed me?

I can't care about a cold coat, I bend down tremblingly, and I feel guilty for the rashness of my behavior, perhaps, people really can't look back, the road behind them, how much prosperity and beauty are painted, how much loneliness and loneliness are written, prosperity and beauty have nothing to do with themselves, only loneliness and loneliness are filled with heart.

The moonlight is not good, Guizhou is humid and rainy, and it is not unreasonable for people to say that there are no sunny days here.

When dampness and cold enter the body, people are prone to get sick.

The little monk didn't dare to joke with his body, packed up the prayer basket, and forcibly packed up his restless mind, and walked silently along the more and more remote half-stone and half-dirt road, and couldn't go to the village of Miss Buxi's house, and there was no need to continue to stay here.

The road under the feet is extremely difficult to walk, the narrow place can only accommodate three horses side by side, one side is against the mountain, the other side, is the broken slope full of wild trees, however, it is by relying on this ancient road of Chongqing and Guizhou, the merchants of the Qing Dynasty, little by little from the south of Guizhou through Chongqing and then to the waterway to send to the whole country, in addition to local products, there are also opium, salt, yarn and other high-income goods......

According to legend, there are ancient Guizhou merchants on the way to goods, the road encountered a fellow villager who went alone to the goods suddenly fell ill and died, this Guizhou merchant counted the deceased's money and goods and collected the deceased into the coffin, and paid for someone to transport the soul to Yizhuang for temporary storage, carrying the deceased's money and goods to get rid of the hands and repurchase new goods, on the way back, specially from Yizhuang to escort the soul back to the hometown, the original and new goods transaction money, the balance, the deceased's relics are delivered to the deceased's family, the reputation of the Guizhou merchant can be seen.

And the reason why Wu Yu went to this road was only because he knew that in places like ancient roads, there would definitely be places to stop and stay built by ancient merchants halfway through.

In that year, in order to relieve those who have been running goods between Chongqing and Guizhou for a long time and encountered emergencies, some Guizhou Chamber of Commerce donated money to build a residence halfway, after all, once the soil is returned to the roots, once people have braids, even if it is difficult and dangerous, they will be transported back to their hometown for burial, the road is far away and always has to stay overnight, the living live in the inn, and the dead must have a place to stay, so on the ancient road of Chongqing and Guizhou where the road is extremely difficult, there is a place like "Yizhuang" that integrates various functions.

More than 600 years ago, Shen Wansan, a wealthy man in the south of the Yangtze River, came to Guizhou, got acquainted with Mrs. Xiangxiang, and offered suggestions for the construction of the ancient Guizhou merchant road, which presented the basic prototype of commercial trade on the Guizhou Plateau, and then flourished in the Qing Dynasty.

However, in the last years of the Qing Dynasty, the war continued, the fate of the merchants of Guizhou was also swaying, in order to protect themselves and it was extremely difficult, the relief was even more difficult to scruple, the original function of Yizhuang existed in name only, the courtyard was abandoned, and the temporary coffin was left empty, it completely became a free place to stop the coffin, and in order to avoid taboos, fewer people came, even those Red Guards with iron heads, they rarely set foot in the depths of here, so, after a long time, the popularity was less, and this kind of place was naturally grotesque and rampant.

The little monk had never considered it, and even if it was desolate, it was an excellent choice to avoid such a humid night.

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