The day after the college entrance examination, Liang Houzai, Liu Shangang and Luo Fei all came back, and they accompanied me through the most difficult days of my life.

But before the master passed the first seven, Chen Daochang, who was the best friend of the master, never appeared.

After the first seven days, we sent Master's body to the crematorium, because the funeral was simple, there was no ceremony, and there were not many people to send the funeral, except for Xia Shibo, Zhao Shibo, and Liang Houzai, only Widow Liu and Wang Qiang came.

At first, we didn't plan to let Widow Liu come, but Widow Liu said that my master was kind to him, and she would give my master the last ride no matter what.

Uncle Zhao told me that at the last moment of my master's departure, I should not cry, and let my master go in peace.

After several days of grief, watching Master's body being sent to the cremation room, my whole body was numb, but when I cleaned up Master's ashes, I suddenly realized that at this moment, Master was really gone, completely disappeared from my life, and I could no longer see what He looked like.

At that moment, I felt like I was about to collapse, but I didn't cry, I just gritted my teeth and swept Master's ashes into the urn bit by bit.

Although Senior Brother Feng did not witness Master's cremation, he had already parked his car at the gate of the crematorium, and I got into Senior Brother Feng's car with the urn in my arms, ready to take Master back to Jisoulzhuang.

The weather was sunny that day, but for some reason, it always gave people a feeling of breathlessness.

The car slowly drove away from the crematorium and onto the small road that connected to the foot of the mountain, where a man dressed in a jog bubble was watching us, with a fake beard on his cheeks and ink on his face, and no one knew who he was.

It wasn't until the car came to him that he suddenly took a bite and sang loudly: "Master's words are too bad, and I can't help but be angry with Huang Zhong." At the age of thirteen, he learned to bow horses, and his prestige was guarded in Changsha......"

Who can this voice be if it's not Daochang Chen? A song of Dingjun Mountain, which was originally as imposing as a rainbow, was sung by him.

Senior Brother Feng let out a long sigh, he slowed down slightly, as if he wanted my master to listen for a while. But the song of Dingjun Mountain is very long, and before Chen finished singing, the car had already arrived at the foot of the mountain, and after walking around a corner, we could no longer see Chen Daochang's figure in the rearview mirror.

At this moment, on the road behind me, there was a sad hiss of Daochang Chen: "Lao Chai, you are good to go!" ”

At that moment, I couldn't control myself anymore, and I couldn't cry silently as I hugged Master's urn.

I can't recall how long I walked, and when I returned to Jisoul Village, I only remember that on the day Master was buried, everyone was very quiet, no one spoke, I silently put the urn into the dug soil pit, and Liang Houzai and Chen Daochang silently filled in the soil and buried it.

Like the ancestors of the previous generations, there is no stele on Master's grave, but in this small cemetery, his grave is the tallest and the only one where the soil is exposed and weeds have not yet grown.

According to our rules of integrity, after the death of Master, I should stay in the Soul Village for a year, during which time I will not be able to leave the Village or participate in the affairs of the Ghost Market.

But not long after the master's burial, the results of the college entrance examination came down, and although my results were not as good as Luo Fei and Liang Houzai a year ago, they were enough to enter a reasonably good second college.

Both Xia Shibo and Zhao Shibo suggested that I go to school, saying that I was finally admitted to the university, and that my future should not be ruined because of the old rules of the sect.

A few days later, my mother called and said that she and my father would help me with volunteering and ask me to hold a good funeral for my master.

In the sixth year of the year, Shandong was already the first to take the exam, and then apply for volunteers after the results came down, I don't know if it is still like this.

After the admission notice came down, Senior Brother Zhuang went to the school I was going to, and before the official start of school, he went through the procedures for me to suspend my studies for a whole year.

But even though he was suspended from school, Senior Brother Zhuang still understood my textbook for this school year.

At that time, my parents thought that I liked to play with computers, so they enrolled me in computer science and technology, although Senior Brother Zhuang brought books, but there was no computer in Jisoul Village, so during the days of my master's funeral, I could only stare at the things in the books every day, fantasizing that I sat in front of the computer and opened the interface of TubeC, and fantasized that on a certain day in a certain month, I dismembered a computer in a laboratory.

Master once said that time is a very powerful thing, it can wipe out some of your memories, and it can also make you forget your sorrows.

In fact, it is.

Three months after Master's burial, when I went back to clean his grave, I was no longer as distressed as before. When he slept at night, the dreams were not only his voice and smile, but also in those dreams, something else appeared.

Five months later, I laughed out loud for the first time when I was chatting with Brother Zhuang, and six months later, the deceased was like this.

That is, between the sixth and seventh months of the first place, there was a drizzle in the woods, and it was already winter, and once it rained, the humidity mixed with the cold would occupy the ten miles of mountains.

The cold here is not the same as the cold in the north.

In the north, except for those port cities, most areas are dry and cold, sometimes catch the cold snap, after the wind blows over people's faces, first there is a bone-chilling cold, back to the heated room, the face begins to be hot and painful, I have also been in the Northeast, the cold in the Northeast is a terrible cold, so cold that people forget that they still have ears and noses, I have heard of people in the Northeast to freeze their ears and noses, if I have not personally experienced the cold there, I may find it difficult to believe that it is true.

Unlike the direct cold in the north, the clammy cold in the south is like boiling ice porridge and slowly dissipating the heat on people's bodies, it will penetrate into your skin little by little, burrow into your bones, at first, you feel a little cold, and then feel a very strong chill, this chill will continue to increase, until you are shaking with your arms around you, and you are so cold that you can't help yourself.

I grew up in the north and was used to the winter in Shandong, and it was really difficult to adapt to the sudden winter in southern Shu.

Senior Brother Zhuang was afraid that I wouldn't be able to stand the cold and humidity here, so he bought an electric heater and a heater for me.

Normally, I sweep Master's grave before six o'clock in the morning every day, but because of the rain, it was very cloudy that day, and the chill in the air was stronger than ever.

But when I came to the cemetery, I found a strange old man with white hair squatting in front of Master's grave, holding a bottle of white wine in his left hand, sometimes taking a sip of it himself, sometimes sprinkling a little bit on my Master's grave, and his right hand was always on the grave, and he was speaking inaudible words.

I felt as if he was holding my master's shoulders and saying something to him.

I took a few steps towards him, and he heard footsteps before slowly turning around.

With round and large eyes, a huge hooked nose, and thin lips, this man's face looked like that of an emaciated owl.

He is none other than my fellow disciple Zhao Zongdian.

After years of not seeing him, he looked much older, his hair had turned into silver hair, and the wrinkles on his face were more and deeper than before.

When he saw me, a smile suddenly appeared on his originally drooping face: "Oh, Youdao is so big." ”

I instinctively wanted to ask Uncle Shi how to return to the Soul Village, but after thinking about it, I knew that he had come to see my master.

Uncle Shi put the wine bottle next to Master's grave and slowly stood up, he looked at me, his smile slowly withered, and after a long time, he asked me, "When did your Master leave?" ”

I looked at Master's grave and said, "It's been half a year." ”

Uncle Shi let out an "oh", turned around again, and looked at the master's grave.

I didn't disturb my master, I took a broom to my master's grave and cleaned it aimlessly, in fact, I didn't know what to clean up, but I just felt that if I didn't come here every day to take a look and sweep it, it would be like something was missing.

Uncle Shi suddenly asked me, "Did your master tell you anything before leaving?" ”

I shook my head: "No, Master left the day before my college entrance examination, and I didn't see him for the last time." ”

Uncle Shi let out a long sigh: "Yes, your master is such a character. I have been thinking about others all my life, and I don't want to drag you down. ”

Hearing Uncle Shi's words, I fell silent.

After a while, Uncle Shi picked up the wine bottle next to the grave, turned it upside down, and sprinkled all the liquor in front of the grave in one go, and the air was filled with a spicy smell of wine.

Uncle Shi casually threw the wine bottle into the bamboo forest and said to me, "Don't tell Zhao Zongxin that I have been here." ”

I said to Uncle Shi, "Uncle Shi, when you come back this time, don't leave again, right?" ”

"If you don't go, you can't do it, I haven't finished what your master has entrusted me." As he spoke, Uncle Shi pulled out a bright silver nameplate from his pocket.

I saw that the nameplate was engraved with a Chinese character and a simple number: "Burial-2".

Uncle Shi fiddled with the nameplate and said to me with a smile: "I am in this organization now, and my status is not low." ”

I couldn't help but be stunned: "Uncle Shi, have you really joined the Funeral Sect?" ”

"Funeral?" Uncle Shi pondered for a moment and said, "Hehe, that's what you call it?" Actually, this organization doesn't have a name at all, but it's not wrong to call it a funeral cult, and everyone has such a word on their nameplate. ”

I asked Uncle Shi, "Uncle Shi, when did you join the Funeral Sect?" Have you ever seen the Master there? ”

Uncle Shi said: "After we separated from the tomb of the Dragon King, your master managed to contact me, and it was he who proposed that I try to investigate the origin of those mercenaries. Hehe, even when I joined the gang later, it was planned by your master. Hehe, Zong Yuan was like this when he was a child, and when he encountered some things that he couldn't solve by himself, he always had to find me to come out. ”

As he spoke, it seemed as if he was starting to reminisce about the past.

However, soon, he brought the topic back again: "Don't look at such a number on my nameplate, you think that I am the number two in it." That's not the case at all. Hehe, now, I am a higher-level elder in the organization, and I can be regarded as an honorary elder, and I don't have any real power. There is also a Great Elder above me, who is one of the leaders of this organization and the messenger of the Sect Master. So far, apart from him, I'm afraid no one has seen the true face of the sect leader. ”

I raised an eyebrow: "Honorary Elder? Is there such a position in the funeral religion? ”