Tang Zuo and Heipi hurriedly went back to my house to pack their things, and Professor Sun also went over with Chu Jiarui.

The fat man and I glared at the villagers, letting them kneel on the cold, wet ground and kowtow incessantly.

"Young Master Jiang!" Tang Zuo and they were just things they had with them, and they came out soon.

Professor Sun and Chu Jiarui are also a small bag, mainly to get the notebook they brought.

I closed my eyes and turned my head to look at the coffin, where my mother's body had long since decomposed, reduced to a white skeleton.

I said, "Bring me a sheet!"

The fat man knew what I was going to do, so he ran back, pulled a sheet and laid it on the ground.

My hand was very steady, and I picked out the white bones one by one, put them in the sheet, tied the four corners together, and hugged them in my arms, "Let's go!"

We walked to the courtyard of the village chief's house, and we didn't walk very fast, and the people behind us were still kneeling there, crying.

Once we got in the car, we drove out and stopped when we got to the hill and I got out again.

The turquoise hillside is at your feet, and behind you are even more dilapidated villages.

There was a crisp sound of "click...... and the old and thick old locust tree at the head of the village broke, and with a "boom" sound, it fell sideways on our way out of the village.

We went back, and I didn't say a word, clutching the tattered sheets in my arms.

The fat man kept sending messages with his mobile phone, and the black skin also sent messages.

I know that they must be contacting the Tang family and Cao Ying.

I can't take care of it anymore, my heart is gray now, and the whole world seems to be out of place with me.

Why did I come into this world?

Why did they do that to me, to my mother?

Am I really the lone star of the sky, my parents, my relatives, and my neighbors?

Why me?

Soon, we returned to Jiangcheng and drove directly to the funeral home.

At the gate, Cao Ying and the others all came, and Tang Lian and the housekeeper were also with several guys.

I got out of the car, couldn't see them with my eyes, and walked in silently.

I'm going to cremate my mother's bones, but I don't have any formalities, but Cao Ying seems to have issued a certificate and helped me with the camel running back and forth.

The cremation industry is still the one we have met, and I am the master Jiang of my family.

He was the guy named Junko who introduced me to Mitsuki Village.

I didn't blame him, I didn't implicate him, I just silently put the sheet on the morgue.

Master Jiang seemed to have learned from someone what happened in Sanshu Village, and there was pity in his eyes that I couldn't understand.

But I don't need to!

I watched as he pushed my mother's bones into the crematorium and pointed to the button on the wall.

I heard him ask me, "Are you going to press it yourself?"

I walked over and slapped the button on the button, and the crematorium, with a "whew", burst into flames.

I looked inside from the window, which wasn't big enough for a palm, and I seemed to see my mother still standing in front of the house, smiling and waving at me.

I don't know how long I waited, the fire in the crematorium went out.

The fat man helped me outside and waited, and the housekeeper asked me to go through the formalities.

A brand new urn was delivered to me, and I picked it up with both hands, got up and walked out.

I heard them calling me and talking to me, but I didn't seem to hear anything.

The fat man said something to them, and quickly caught up with me, and Tang Zuo also came over, and quickly went out to open the car door and start the car.

I got into the car, returned to the old street, and in silence, entered the study, and closed the door.

Everyone was locked out by me, including Tang Lian, whose eyes were swollen from crying.

I sat in the Luohan chair, leaning against the backrest, holding the urn, and I didn't know how time passed.

It's not very loud outside, and I know they're gone, but I don't want to see anyone now, let alone say it

words, just want to be alone.

What I didn't know was that in the evening, Qin Fei and Huo Hall also came, and after Professor Sun explained a few words, he left with Chu Jiarui.

They may stay until late before leaving.

Only the fat man, Tang Lian and the housekeeper were left outside.

Shidan was also very quiet, and after knowing my current situation, he was very worried, and he didn't want to make a mess, so he went upstairs to do his homework.

Midnight.

There was no sound outside, and I moved, feeling stiff, the blood on my chest had dried up, and my clothes were stiff.

I put down the urn and got up, took a set of my master's linen cardigans and changed here, put on my backpack, hugged the urn, and went out of the study.

In the store, Tang Zuo and Heipi did not go back to the room to sleep, one lay on the table, and the other fell asleep on the counter.

I didn't bother them, turned around and went to the back, opened the back door and walked out.

I walked to the intersection of Lao Cai and took a taxi, "Go to Bandung Temple!" I said to the driver.

"Over there so late? The door is long closed!" The driver looked back at me suspiciously, saw the urn I was holding in my hand, didn't say anything, turned around and drove away.

Wanlong Temple is very remote, and taxis rarely get work there in the middle of the night.

This driver may think that I am holding an urn in the middle of the night, which should be an appointment with Wanlong Temple, although my heart is hairy, I still did not refuse to ride, and drove me all the way to the outside of the mountain gate.

When I paid, I paid him an extra fifty dollars, pushed the car door and went down.

The driver poked his head out, "Are you going back?"

I shook my head and turned to walk up.

I walked to the back side door, took out the key to open the door, and after entering, I didn't go to find Master Wunian, but went to the side hall in front by myself.

When the monks on duty saw me, they were all taken aback, and just as they were about to speak, they saw the urn in my hand, so they didn't ask anything, and after helping me open the door of the side hall, they quickly went to the back and reported to Master Wunian.

I entered the side hall, put the urn on the offering table, invited a few sticks of incense, worshipped, *** incense burner, knelt on the futon in front of me, closed my eyes, and began to silently recite the Jizo Bodhisattva Sutra.

As soon as the chanting began, I gradually returned to my heart, without distractions and with no ears in my ears.

Master Wunian came, and when he saw me like this, he just silently recited the Buddha's name, and asked the monks on duty at night to pay more attention to me so as not to have any accidents, and went back.

It's just that I left home in the middle of the night, and everyone didn't know, and when everyone woke up early in the morning, Aunt Liu cooked a meal, and the housekeeper asked Tang Lian to call me, only to find that I was gone.

"What about people?" The fat man was furious, "Okay, why are people gone?"

The butler walked briskly to the door of the study and looked inside.

There were bloody clothes on the floor, my backpack was gone, and my urn was missing.

He frowned and said, "Don't panic, I should have gone somewhere!"

"Where can I go?" The fat man exclaimed, "In the middle of the night, where are you going not to call me?"

Tang Lian's eyes turned red again, and she looked at the housekeeper a little helplessly, "Uncle Ming, do you have a hexagram?"

Aunt Liu was even more worried and at a loss, sitting in a chair in a daze.

The butler nodded, went to the front, picked out a few copper coins from the counter, and sprinkled them on the table.

Tang Lian, Fat Man, and Tang Zuo all looked down.

It's actually the Mizusawa Festival hexagram!

Festival, Heng, bitter festival can not be chaste.

The elephant said: There is water on the Ze, knots. A gentleman uses a system of several degrees to discuss virtue.

Hexagram: Prosperity, if temperance is suffering, its auspiciousness cannot be questioned.

According to the divination and searching, that is: what people say is a lie. There is something to hide, there is no need to look for it, if you want to come back, you will come back.

The butler exhaled, his brows slightly furrowed, "Okay, don't worry, he'll be back in a few days!"