On this day, Mrs. Yang came to Rencaotang to find Mu Fanyin and said that the old lady was sick.

So, they had to close early and follow her to Cixi Hall in Panfu.

After Mu Fanyin checked the old lady's pulse, she sighed deeply and said to Mrs. Yang: "The old lady is old, you should prepare for the future as soon as possible!" ”

When Mrs. Yang heard this, she gasped: "What! This ......"

Pan Zhizhi was also a little worried: "Is there no help?" ”

He said leisurely: "I will prescribe a few pairs of medicines for her, which can extend her life a little for the time being, but there will always be a day when people's lives are exhausted, and even the gods can't do it!" ”

Mrs. Yang said stupidly: "Okay then! Trouble son-in-law! ”

He waved his hand: "What's polite, what's the trouble!" After saying that, he prescribed a few pairs of medicines to the old lady and went back with Pan Zhizhi.

Pan Zhizhi knew that the old lady was about to end her life, so she was calm and sullen all the way.

At this time, Mu Fanyin asked her, "What's wrong?" I'm thinking about the old lady! He patted her on the shoulder and said firmly: "Things are born and live, people are born, old, sick and die, this is the normal way of all things in heaven and earth, don't think too much, just treat it with a normal heart!" ”

Although she agreed with his words, she couldn't help but say: "But people are sentient! It's normal to take this seriously! ”

"I'm warning you not to take the death of others more than your own! Otherwise, if one day I am gone, don't you want to live! ”

She glared at him in displeasure: "Look at you, you're talking nonsense again!" With that, she stopped looking at him and walked away quickly: "If you talk nonsense again, I will ignore you!" ”

He hurriedly caught up with her, grabbed her hand, and begged softly: "Don't don't, lady, I won't say it!" Don't say it! Don't ignore me, I'm most afraid that you will ignore me! ”

Hearing this, she stopped and turned her head to look at him seriously: "Then you swear!" ”

He muttered to himself: "So real! He sighed deeply: "Well, I swear to God, I will never talk nonsense again, and I will never put the word dead on my lips again!" I'm done, it's time for you to get rid of your anger! ”

"Perfunctory!" She said a few words and continued walking.

He hurriedly chased after her: "Eh, lady, no, why am I perfunctory!" You're ignoring me again! ”

“……”

"Lady, wait for me!"

“……”

Before going to bed at night, Mu Fanyin discussed with her: "Lady, in a few days, let's go to Luoshan in Chen Guo together!" ”

Pan Zhizhi raised his eyes and asked, "Go to Luoshan!" Are you going to visit your master? Or do you want to find a way to make an antidote? ”

He told the truth: "It's both!" ”

She thought for a moment: "Okay then, I promised!" ”

Seeing that she agreed, he was overjoyed, and the corners of his lips could not help but rise, and he reached out and grabbed her arm, took her into his arms, and hugged her tightly.

His face pressed against her neck, and kept rubbing against her white neck, asking for the slight heat on her body.

His ambiguous action surprised her and made her feel a little difficult to breathe. A hint of mixed emotion flashed in her eyes, but her body remained motionless, stiff in place, and let him hold her for a long time.

A few days later, the old lady died, Pan Changping sent a funeral post to relatives and friends, and instructed the maid and other people to clean up the tables and chairs in the vestibule, under the partition fan, and hang filial piety curtains.

When they heard the news, they put on filial piety clothes and hurried back to Pan's house.

As soon as they arrived at the mourning hall, they heard a cry.

Hearing this, they stopped, and in front of them, countless people covered their faces with veils and sobbed, gathered around the coffin in the middle.

Seeing this, they felt a little depressed and sad in their hearts, and slowly approached the coffin with a sad face, looking at the old lady lying quietly in the coffin.

Pan Zhizhi looked at the old lady's remains, remembered the bits and pieces of the past, his eyes were moist, and he finally cried.

Seeing this, Mu Fanyin put his arm around her shoulders to show comfort.

She wept for a while, so she found a brass basin, a fire fold, and paper money, and burned it for her.

At the right time, a "poof" sounded, and they heard it, and immediately heard it, it turned out that Mrs. Yang was overly mournful and fainted.

Seeing this, they hurried over and quickly helped her up.

Pan Lianzhong was really startled when she saw that something had happened, she wanted to call her father, but she looked around and didn't find him.

She was secretly suspicious, and couldn't help but ask Aunt Zhao.

When Aunt Zhao saw her asking, she told the truth: "The master went out to invite the monk, and he hasn't come back yet!" ”

Receiving her answer, she nodded thoughtfully.

And Pan Zhizhi and them helped Mrs. Yang back to the room and let her have a good rest.

In the evening, after they had eaten some fast, they went to the mourning hall to keep a watch.

Mu Fanyin was worried that her body would not be able to survive, so she cared: "You go to sleep, just have me here!" ”

She shook her head firmly: "How can this work! Don't worry, I'm fine! ”

He sighed, "Okay! If you're tired, tell me and I'll lend you those legs to close your eyes and rest! ”

This sentence made her laugh a little, but she couldn't help it, she glanced at him: "It's not serious!" After saying that, she stopped talking and continued to kneel and keep watch.

They knelt all night and didn't sleep all night, and their heads were a little groggy.

At this time, the morning light shone obliquely on their faces through the flower window, and the patterns on the flower window also fell on them, and the yin was swaying.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps.

When they heard it, they immediately came to their senses, and when they looked back, Pan Changping came in with dozens of monks.

They greeted politely: "Daddy! ”

Pan Changping nodded to them and continued to discuss the future with the monks.

After talking, they chose a feng shui treasure place for burial, and also chose to put the coffin on 7749 days, and three days later.

Soon, after three days, the monks were chanting sutras for the old lady in the mourning hall, setting off flames, and surpassing the dead.

In addition, on this day, Pan Changping invited several classes of official drums and nuns and Taoists to hold a grand ceremony.

The official drum music is the lead, playing mourning music, all the way to the west towards the cemetery, and the gray-robed nuns beat wooden fish, bells, tambourines and other musical instruments, standing beside them, chanting sutras and worshipping, and the blue-robed Taoist priests also stood in a line, chanting mantras and chanting, and dying in the shadows.

And Pan Yuechen followed behind them, holding the money paper on his right hand to express the soul, while Pan Changping and Mrs. Yang took the paper work such as the guide lamp and the carriage and horse, and walked mournfully, Pan Zhizhi and Pan Lianzhong and others followed them, holding the incense burner with incense sticks, mourning all the way.

After a while, when they arrived at the chosen cemetery, they put down their paperwork, bent down and knelt down three times, and then offered incense to comfort the souls.

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