Uncle Xu saw that Taijun didn't scream anymore, so he continued to fill the soil again. When the soil filled Taijun's chest, this Taijun began to have crazy tears in his eyes, squinting his eyes and repeating three words in his mouth: Please.

Of course, Uncle Xu won't pay attention to it, the matter has come to this point, and there is no way back. He didn't care, he kept filling the pit with dirt. From his chest to his neck, to his eyes and then to the top of his head, Na Taijun's tears kept flowing, flowing. But no matter how many tears he had, he couldn't change his already predestined fate. It says that at the moment of its death, having accepted this fate, that the individual's mind is nothing in the arrangement of the state, and that it hates war. But I had no choice but to come to a foreign land to do these things that undermined the peace. He chose to be a scouting soldier, but he couldn't escape this tragic fate. It was at the moment of death that it figured out a lot of things. Even downplay life and death.

That's it...... This Taijun ended his life in endless crying. became a soul that hovered by his bones all day long. He didn't hurt anyone anymore, just waited for the place where his body was buried. I can't live in fear. Until this Uncle Xu came out of the funeral, when he passed by here, a large number of people stepped on the top of its head, and it also saw Uncle Xu hiding in the coffin, and finally uncontrollably broke the coffin of Uncle Xu...

At this point, I have mixed feelings and don't know how to write it down......

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Go on....

I chatted a lot with Taijun intermittently, and I tried my best to maintain the soul shouting array and not let this Taijun dissipate in front of me. It's so bad, I can't bear to let it show up and talk to me on its own. At the time, I didn't know if I could really send it to samsara with my method, but I knew that I could at least send it to the underworld. Even if it doesn't have a reincarnation, it's better than staying in this wilderness and letting others trample on it. I vaguely remember that when Taijun slowly disappeared, he still repeated two words in his mouth: thank you. Thank you... Thank you...

It is also the last words of the last day, it is full of despair when it says "please". And when it says "thank you", it should be grateful in its heart.

After Taijun was sent away, I came to the grave of Uncle Xu with my tired body, and it didn't let me shout, but appeared directly on those wreaths. It didn't continue to cry, but looked at me with a smile and said, "Thank you, I have found my own way of reincarnation, and I can walk with peace of mind."

Another sentence of "thank you", which cannot be expressed in words, what a heavy story carried by these two words that day, how painful helplessness it recounted, and what an unbearable history it engraved. This kind of experience may only be accessible to me, and this kind of personal experience may only be experienced by me at the deepest level. I know it's a mission for me, but isn't it also a sadness?

That night, after Uncle Xu left, I basically didn't have any physical strength. The watch hand on my wrist tells me that it's almost dawn. I didn't go back to the second master's house, but found a barren grassland in front of Uncle Xu's grave. Lay there and fell asleep directly.

In the dream, I dreamed of Uncle Xu, it told me to have a good rest, it was leaving. Thank you for helping him untie the knot. Its tears are gone, replaced by a relief, a gratitude. That look makes me feel good.

The next day, the warm sun shone on my face, I was awakened by this strong light, shook my head a little dazed, and looked at the grave of Uncle Xu next to me. It's calm, as if everything last night was just a dream. Supporting my tired body, I returned to the second master's house.

There are guests at home, all of whom are the juniors of the Xu family, and they thank me vigorously when they see me coming back. I'm a little baffled. The second master said to me: "Yesterday, the old man Xu of their family gave them a dream, saying that you helped it and it found the way to reincarnation. I'm already gone." It dawned on me and I forced a smile and said, "That's just what I'm supposed to do."

The white-haired old man also gave me a red envelope with an apologetic look and said a few apologetic words to me. These words sounded very kind to me at the time, didn't the deceased Uncle Xu also speak like this before? I don't blame the white-haired old man in my heart, I really don't. There is no right or wrong in this world, anyone can do anything at any time, but when this thing is done, you have to ask if you can be worthy of your conscience.

After sending off the Xu family, I walked into the guest room of the second master's house top-heavy and planted myself on the bed. I'm really tired.

When I woke up, it was already afternoon, and my cold had recurred, and I slept after spending the night in the mountains. It's strange if you don't catch a cold. But fortunately, it's not serious, just a little fever. When I woke up, Master was also sitting on the edge of my bed and chatting with the Second Master, and the Second Master was talking to Master about this incident with relish. There was some pride and some envy in the tone. I didn't open my eyes, just listened to the second old man chatting quietly, and I felt very happy. Sometimes, happiness is as simple as that.

After listening to it for a while, I also thought about how to talk to the two elders about it.

I got up and got out of bed, and went to the table with the two masters who had already prepared the meal, and began to talk about the experience of last night. I said very carefully, and the two old men listened very attentively, and at the end, the second master said, "Tomorrow I will go to find a good cave, and we will go and rebury the Japanese. The tolerant heart of this Japanese soldier really made many people embarrassed. “

Yes, if you don't know it carefully, how can you know that such an unknown and resolute Japanese soldier is still buried in the mountains of this remote small rural area? A soul can have such a sense and tolerance. Regardless of where it came from, there are plenty of reasons to be forgiven.

Master said to me, "You did the right thing, and I'm proud of you."

Later, I asked Master, why hasn't the Taijun's consciousness dissipated? Master told me that it was buried alive because it was vertically buried.

I asked Master again, "Before that, so many people died in the war of resistance, and the Japanese soldiers. Wouldn't that leave behind the souls of many Japanese soldiers?"

Master told me that the corpses of many Japanese soldiers have been burned into ashes and brought back to their hometowns, they have their own rituals, and many of them will return to the place they want to go back to with the will of their souls after death. Of course, there are some that were missed, some were taken away by the yincha, and some were disposed of by those seniors in the industry. After so many years, the basic cleaning that can be cleaned up is almost done, and it is a kind of fate that you can meet this Japanese soldier.

I nodded, thoughtfully, if this is the case, then the result is acceptable, at least, in that era of war, people's souls are still free after death, and they can be their own masters. As for why this spirit god didn't go back, I didn't ask Master, but I thought it was probably because of the state's abandonment of him, or the way of death such as burying him alive, or both.

The next morning, the three of us got up early in the morning, came to the small flat land, dug up Taijun's bones, and put them in a big wooden box. The second master found a cave, and the master personally performed a ritual on the bones. Although this ritual is of no use to Taijun. But no matter what, follow the local customs, after all, death is greater. The ritual that should be walked still has to be walked over again. It's just that I didn't erect a monument for it, because I really didn't know what the inscription should engrave. Do you carve a "Taijun"?

Many times, we live in our own thinking world, but if we can really understand a person and listen to his story, we may have a different kind of understanding, everyone has merits, and there are experiences that we can't touch ourselves.

Many times, we are blinded by our own subjective consciousness and see things very one-sidedly.

A lot of things are not what we think they are.

Many people are deducing ordinary and great stories throughout their lives.

You are, I am, and so is he.

(ps. Today's chapter is out in advance.,Finally finished this heavy story.,I hesitated for a long time before writing this story.) I'm afraid to reminisce, and I'm afraid to bring sadness to everyone, I always try to run away. However, there are so many satisfying things in life, and it may be a good thing to read more and feel more sadness. Thank you for your vote.) <