On the day of Xiao Jiu's funeral, the sky was very good, cloudless, and the sun was shining.

Mr. Peng helped preside, and most of the people from the Drum Tower came to see him off. From the gate of the Drum Tower to the grave in the south of the city, the paper money went all the way. Xiao Jiu is still a child, does he have sisters and brothers, and when he was funeral, it was his senior brother who helped to beat the spirit flag. Chen Banzhu held the tablet and walked in front of the coffin - two tablets and two coffins.

They are all fine cedar coffins, with three red lacquers, carved bats and tenons with auspicious cloud heads, and nine copper nails nailed up and down. Although he pays attention to a person who regards death as life, Xiao Jiu is a drama in the end, and the Drum Tower is not a rich family, so he can't be buried with gold, silver and jade vessels. The objects placed in Xiao Jiu's coffin were only the script that had been sorted out, and the pair of Lingzi that Huzi and Zhao Shankun gave him. As for his elder brother, there was only that sword in the coffin. It is said to be a murder weapon, but it is also a line that has been passed down from generation to generation. Since Chu An handed it over to him, and he didn't have a disciple, it was natural to take it away.

A team of gongs, drums, and suona played, please incense 28 columns, burn and then chop the rooster, seasonal fruits and vegetables and grain rice offerings, burn paper to warm the grave, and enter the soil for peace.

This set of processes is familiar to all tigers. After all, he eats the food of the dead, and he doesn't know how much he has done with Mr. Peng. But those are all "outsiders", neither related to themselves, nor have any friendship with themselves. Burying someone who has a relationship with him is the first time for Huzi.

I can't tell what it's like in my heart. Sadness, indignation, sorrow, nothing. The mind is empty, and the heart is empty. Burn paper woodenly, cultivate soil woodlessly, erect monuments woodlessly, and incense woodlessly. In the past, he shouted and reminded the deceased's family what to do, but now he suddenly forgot what to do. It was Mr. Peng who greeted him several times before he remembered to move the paper man and the paper horse.

Seeing that those paper men and paper horses were burned clean, Zhao Shankun cried very sadly. Huzi felt that he should cry, otherwise he would be sorry for Xiao Jiu, and he would be sorry for the friendship that he had played together for so many years. However, he couldn't shed tears, just looked at the tombstone that read "The Tomb of the Beloved Son Chen Xiaojiu" in a daze.

He was still wondering, why didn't he write "Chen Caiyuan"? After thinking about it for a long time, it took me to come back to the taste, Xiao Jiu has no tuba, Xiao Jiu is his milk name, Cai Yu is his stage name, and Fourteen Red is his nickname. The reason why the opera has to take a stage name is because singing opera is a profession of the lower nine Tailiu, insulting the ancestors, and cannot be shown by his real name. But the ancestors of the Xiaojiu family are singing, and now that everyone is dead, can't they use their own real names? That is, you can only write "Chen Xiaojiu".

It's supposed to be a sad time, why should I think about these things that don't matter? Huzi asked himself, but he didn't come up with an answer.

The funeral procession had to go back before noon. If you leave, you can't look back, because you are afraid that your relatives will be attached to the world.

Huzi doesn't have to worry about that. His identity today is the apprentice of Mr. Yin and Yang, and he is not here for the funeral. So he thought that he could accompany Xiao Jiu for a while.

He just sat in front of Xiao Jiu's grave, not saying a word, just continuing one stick of incense after another. Many people say that burning incense and worshiping ghosts and gods is like paying bribes. That's not the case at all. Incense is an object of thought, "curling smoke rises, and the words will be heard by ghosts and gods". Incense was originally just a tool to pass on one's thoughts to the ghosts.

Huzi didn't know what he wanted to say to Xiao Jiu, so he just burned it anyway. It wasn't until the incense at hand was burned clean that he realized that it was getting dark.

"Let's go back." After following the voice, he turned around, only to find that Mr. Peng was standing behind him, handing over a dry oil cake, "Eat some, the deceased is gone, we still have to live." ”

When Huzi burned incense, he didn't hear a sound behind him. In other words, Mr. Peng has been standing behind him and accompanying Xiao Jiu.

"Master, what do you say we are practicing for?" Huzi took the cake and took a small bite and asked.

"Cultivating the Dharma, correcting one's own heart, and understanding all things and nature; Learn supernatural powers, break evil spirits, and protect the safety of one party. Mr. Peng shook his head slightly, "Go back." ”

Huzi didn't say anything more, nodded, and went back to the mountain with the master.

In the middle of the night, Huzi sat on the kang and pondered these two sentences of the master. It's not the first time he's heard these two words, when he was three years old and ignorant and did the apprenticeship, Mr. Peng taught him this, and it should be said that this was his first lesson. When I asked again many years later, it was still the same answer.

Can man really understand all things naturally? No. Not to mention that people can't, even immortals can't. Therefore, the gods perform their duties and abide by their own ways. But what about protecting the safety of one party? It stands to reason that the affairs of the mortal world belong to the mortal dust, and it is not evil deeds, so it is not the turn of the monks to take care of this matter.

But he promised Xiao Jiu that if Xiao Jiu didn't leave Changtu Mansion alive, he would help Xiao Jiu avenge it. It was his senior brother who killed Xiao Jiu, who was already dead. It was Chu An who instigated his senior brother to kill, and he was still alive. But none of them are the first evils. It was Andre who really drove Xiao Jiu to death.

Because Lao Maozi came, the water and soil on this side were not safe, and there was obviously nothing before that. If Lao Maozi doesn't come, Xiao Jiu should be able to sing popularly, sing hot, and be a good man after getting off the stage, sometimes looking for him to play with the dog. Yes, if Lao Maozi doesn't come, the dog will still be a dog, and it won't be Zhao Shankun.

He killed Andre, which can be regarded as protecting the safety of one party.

If you want to take revenge, you have to take Andre's head to pay tribute to Xiao Jiu!

Huzi can now understand what kind of mood Zhao Shankun was in when he gritted his teeth and said that he wanted revenge. "It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years". Huzi felt that he could not wait ten years; "The villain's revenge is from morning to night", it doesn't hurt, it doesn't itch, it doesn't hurt the bones, can it also be called revenge?

Huzi felt that "five steps of blood splashing in anger" was what he should do. He may not survive, but he has to do it. Xiao Jiu is already a dead man, and if he doesn't help him, then no one will be able to help him.

He is different from Zhao Shankun. When Zhao Shankun thought about revenge, he was powerless. But he has already learned the ability and has the capital to fight for his life.

It is impossible to block the guns of foreigners. But if he wants to be a thief for a thousand days, and if he doesn't have a thousand days to prevent thieves, he doesn't believe that Andre can always be on guard against assassinations by others. If there is a little relaxation, Huzi will chop off his dog's head!

You can't bring a dog with you about this matter, and you can't let your master and uncle know about it. Life and death are his own affairs, even if he is dead, he must not be implicated in the ghost family. The eldest husband made a promise, and since he agreed, then he had to do it.

He pulled out the knife in his black hand and placed it on his lap. The hand gently stroked the blade of the knife, cold and piercing, like the blood touched on the stage that day. He imagined cutting off Andrei's head with the knife, and the more he thought about it, the more tangible it felt. He was now eager to go down the mountain immediately, rush to the Zhao family's mansion, and cut off Andre's life.

"Brother Huzi, you haven't slept yet." Zhao Shankun's voice pulled Huzi out of his imagination.

There is no moon tonight, and the stars are shining, but they do not illuminate the house. Huzi turned his head, but he couldn't see Zhao Shankun's face clearly. He held down the knife and said, "Didn't you sleep too?" ”

"I know what you're thinking." Zhao Shankun's voice trembled slightly, "Count me in, it's almost." Don't forget that the official picture posted a notice, and Lao Maozi is about to withdraw his troops. As soon as they leave, I don't know where to take revenge on them. ”

Zhao Shankun reminded Huzi like this, and then remembered that the official named Yang Ru didn't seem to have died in vain. Kwantung is not the territory of the Russians in the end, it has not yet been divided into a concession, and Lao Maozi will eventually withdraw his troops. If it's summer, it's not until this winter at the latest. When the Russians are gone, he will probably never find Andre again, so there is really no way to avenge Xiao Jiu.

"I'll avenge you," Huzi took a deep breath and said slowly, "We can't both die." When Master and Uncle are old, someone has to be served. ”

"Then why not you?"

"Because you haven't graduated yet. You can't help if you go, and you'll hold me back. ”

"I'm no worse than you now," Zhao Shankun's voice went up, "My cultivation of this skill is much faster than your technique." It's a big deal that I handed over my body to Officer Song, he has high skills. ”

Huzi didn't speak for a long time. He tapped the blade lightly with his fingertips, thinking for a long time.

"You might die." Huzi said.

"My father and sister Lingzhi are dead," Zhao Shankun lowered his voice again, "Now Brother Jiu is also dead." ”

"You still have your master and uncle," Huzi gritted his teeth, "You don't know, your master has killed a son, and he now treats you as his own son." You call him 'Daddy', and he can answer him. ”

"Are you different?" Zhao Shankun retorted, "Your surname is 'Peng'!" Try calling your master 'Daddy' and see if he is silent. Why don't you want to give birth to your father's old age? ”

"That's different!" Huzi glared at the darkness, "I promised Xiao Jiu, this matter must be done." ”

"What's the difference?" Zhao Shankun gasped, "I also promised myself, my father and my sister Lingzhi the spirit in the sky!" ”

Huzi suddenly didn't know what to say. How could he be qualified to say that he wouldn't let Zhao Shankun go with him? When it comes to bitterness and hatred, Zhao Shankun and Andre have a hatred of destroying the door, and this revenge will not be avenged for him as a son of man in vain.

"Not yet," Huzi said, "In the past two days, the master and uncle will not let us go down the mountain." One day, they think that we have forgotten about it, and it is time for us to take revenge. And you must not be caught, either escape or die, and you must not be implicated in the ghost family. Do you understand? ”

"I understand."

There was silence again.

"Brother Huzi," Zhao Shankun said softly, "you're crying." ”

Huzi sneered, and said in his heart that I couldn't see anything in such a dark sky, and you could still see me crying? He subconsciously wiped it on his face and wiped two tears.

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