One of the boulders of the mountain protrudes from the curb, and it will reflect when it shines past, so it is obvious that there are often climbers resting here.

Under their gaze, Uncle Song held the urn in his arms tightly, walked up to the boulder step by step, stood on the highest place, and blew the bamboo horn vigorously.

The trumpet sounded long, echoing in all directions, and it went out far away.

Uncle Song looked up to the sky and shouted: "The daughter of the Li family is famous and returns to her hometown today...... The soul is back ......"

Accompanied by these words, the whistling mountain wind and the rustling of the leaves made it seem as if Li Jia's soul had really followed them.

The mountain wind gradually stopped, and everything was silent.

A few seconds later, a clear drum sound suddenly sounded from the bottom of the mountain: "Boom!"

It was as if it were a clarion call to shatter the silence, and many houses on the hill were lit with lights, every house lit a torch, and everyone held up a bamboo horn in his hand.

The sound of the bamboo horn sounded, and Uncle Song knelt on the ground and bowed: "Send the spirit back home!"

The vigorous and powerful voice was heard far away, and in the next second, the torches at the foot of the mountain had begun to move slowly.

A mournful female voice said with a crying voice: "Pick up the spirit!"

"Come on, come on, come on......"

The sound of drums and bamboo trumpets accompanied the woman's atmospheric singing, and the villagers with torches gradually gathered in one place, and came up the mountain at a very fast speed.

Uncle Song placed the urn on the boulder, and he slowly changed his pace to the beat of the drum and gong at the bottom of the mountain.

In the distance, they could already see the woman.

She wore a white long-sleeved skirt and danced lightly barefoot on a bamboo frame carried by four people.

As soon as I raised my hand, I got up, and the branches swayed, stretching straight up and stretching again, as if looking forward to the sky, raising my arms, swinging, like the waves of the roaring mountains and forests, swaying out the most moving ups and downs.

"Open the gate of heaven widely, and ride the ...... of the clouds" The wind was blowing, and the leaves rustled, as if they were swaggering with her beat.

This mountain and sea is my home, you are our family, we are here to see you back, send you away, don't be nostalgic, don't look back, goodbye, goodbye......

Qi Jian suddenly burst into tears, he didn't dare to open his eyes, and scolded hatefully while wiping his tears: "I, what's the wrong with me...... What kind of magic is this......"

"This is the receiving spirit. Shen Chi looked at the long fire dragon: "It's right to be sad, this is a spiritual song." ”

Qi Jian shuddered and said, "Their customs here are really strange......

"Fly high and soar, ride the clear air to resist yin and yang......"

After the woman finished singing the last word, the bamboo frame had stopped in front of them.

When everything was silent, they silently planted all the torches on the side of the road, and the woman in white walked down barefoot, kneeling in three steps, knocking in five steps, and finally picking up the urn.

The moment she picked up the urn, everyone knelt down and cried loudly.

Uncle Song didn't kneel, he blew the bamboo horn, the tune was pathetic, and people could hear it.

"Spirit!" the woman snorted and returned to the bamboo frame.

So they got up and returned the way they came.

On the way back, no one spoke, only the sound of bamboo trumpets continued to send them to the stockade.

White flags have been erected in the village, and all the villagers kneel at the entrance of the village to greet them.

Their ritual was too complicated, and Shen Chi and the others were isolated, and they could only watch as they sent Li Jia's urn to the high platform, and then began to beat around the high platform.

When Wenwen reappeared, she was already dressed in filial piety clothes, and behind her was a long list of children, each of whom was draped in filial piety clothes.

"No regrets......" They seemed to hear Li Jia's soft laughter.

The people in the village didn't sleep all night, and they danced until six o'clock in the morning, when the sun rose in the east, and the women on the stage who had been singing and dancing only knelt down and chanted: "Finish the ceremony!"

Uncle Song came over with a hoarse voice: "Please go to Shangzhu Xiang! ”

"Is it buried here?" Qi Jian looked at Shen Chi with some hesitation: "Didn't you say that you would be buried in the cemetery......"

"How can you be buried outside!" Uncle Song was furious and glared at Qi Jian angrily: "Teacher Li Jia is our relative! She is our daughter, and she should stay here when the leaves fall back to her roots!"

Shen Chi nodded: "What Uncle said is very reasonable. ”

Shang Jiuxiang has no place for Li Jia, especially after Li Gui was sentenced to death, everyone in the Li family hates Li Jia to the core, they don't know what etiquette and law are, they only help relatives and don't help, it is impossible for Li Jia to be buried back, even if he is placed in the cemetery, if no one goes to sweep the tomb, Li Jia will definitely be very lonely.

It's better to be buried in this village, at least, the people here really feel sorry for her.

He thought that Li Jia would definitely be willing to stay here, to stay with this group of children she really loved.

They put on incense, and the villagers followed them one by one to kneel down and worship the incense, and every time someone came, Wenwen and their filial sons had to kowtow and return the salute.

Finally, all of them knelt down together and thanked them for sending Teacher Li back.

By the time the sun shone on the platform, everyone had already made incense.

The woman on the high platform slowly walked down step by step, knelt down to the front and cried loudly: "Send the spirit!"

Everyone was crying, and Wenwen went up and came down with the urn and buried it in the grave dug up overnight behind the stockade.

After all this, it was already past nine o'clock.

Shen Chi and the others were led by Uncle Song's daughter Song Jiao to wash and eat, and Shen's mother said with some anxiety: "What about Wenwen?"

"Wen Nier is a filial son, and they can't come back until they burn the paper money to send Teacher Li a ride. Songjiao's voice was a little hoarse: "Daddy said that you can leave after eating and resting." ”

Shen's mother was a little strange: "What about Wenwen?"

"She's going with you, too. Songjiao pushed open the door, with a little embarrassment on her face: "Because...... Some people think that Teacher Li ...... because of her"

It turned out that this was the case, Shen Chi nodded clearly: "Well, we will also transfer Wenwen's account out, and we have already arranged for her surgery next week." ”

When Songjiao left, Qi Jian was a little angry: "Brother, do you say that they are too much!"

"It's human nature. Shen Chi sighed softly: "It also shows that Mr. Li is really popular." ”

It is precisely because they really regard Teacher Li Jia as a relative and a daughter, so they can't forgive Wenwen, let Song Jiao say this, and also have a bit of temptation, if Shen Chi and they are not ready to take care of Wenwen, they should only send Wenwen back to her original house.

But even if this is the case, Wenwen may not feel good in his heart.

In this way, the original four-day itinerary was scheduled, and they set out on the road back to the city the next day.

No one came to send it, Wenwen was obviously very disappointed, but stubbornly didn't cry, pursed his lips and went home to get his things and left.

When he was about to descend the mountain, Shen Chi suddenly stopped.

Qi Jian almost didn't hit him with Wenwen on his back: "Why did you stop?"

"Wenwen, look. Shen Chi pointed to the big tree on the opposite hill.

Wenwen tried to keep his eyes open and looked straight over, and in the wooded forest, the big trees were full of people, and they were motionless, quietly looking at them.

She finally cried loudly: "I will come back!" Uncle Song, Sister Jiao, Auntie, Little Sister...... I'll be back!"