The white affairs in the countryside are not so cumbersome, and when the time comes, people will be buried and buried in the earth for the rest of the deceased.

To sum up: as soon as the song sounds, the cloth is covered, and the whole village waits for the food.

Walking and walking, carrying and lifting, followed by a piece of white, the coffin, the soil was buried, and relatives and friends cried.

Eating in vain, especially when the elderly pass away, the family members are not necessarily too sad.

The host warmly entertained the guests, as if people were buried in the earth, and the sorrow had passed.

Li Chun and Guangzhi sat alone at a round table, with four dishes and two soups in front of them, without a trace of meat according to custom, but it was much better than what they usually ate.

"Eat more." Li Chun put vegetables in Guangzhi's bowl, and his mouth was not idle.

The next table is a whole sheep feast, a whole sheep is roasted on the charcoal fire, the sheep's hooves will not be wasted, boil a large pot of haggis soup, and drink a bowl of warmth.

And Li Chun is here for potato meetings, baked potatoes, fried potatoes, fried shredded potatoes, and potato rubbing...... In the Northwest Territories, potatoes are arguably the most common food.

It can be eaten as both a meal and a vegetable, so the people of the Northwest make potatoes in different ways, and it does not look boring to eat.

Although Li Chun can't eat mutton at the table, it is also excellent to be able to smell the meat.

And Guangzhi buried his head in the rice, but raised his head from time to time to look at the scene, especially Hu Zhuang, who greeted everyone with a smile, making his two thick eyebrows twisted into a question mark.

But he didn't say much, just stayed quietly by Li Chun's side, reducing his sense of presence.

………

After eating, the tractor dragged Li Chun and Guangzhi back to the [Space Temple].

The funeral in the countryside follows everything simply, and naturally there is no need for monks to stay awake overnight.

"Donor, mourn and change." Facing the family, Li Chun reassured again.

"Thank you, little master." Hu Zhuang also returned the salute with his fists.

Looking at the back of the other party's departure, Li Chun picked up the bag in his hand and showed a satisfied smile.

The white thing is not participated in in vain, the host family will have something to say, although the red envelope is not big, but it is more or less a heart.

But what made Li Chun smile was the roast leg of lamb wrapped in his hand.

You can't eat meat at the banquet, but there is no such restriction in private, so the host's family will pack some meals for the monks who participate in the red and white events to take away.

For Li Chun, who has not tasted the aroma of meat for three days, this roast leg of lamb is the world's most beautiful leg.

Of course, it's not all about satisfying his appetite, after all, Guangzhi is still growing his body, how can he only eat vegetarian.

Just as Li Chun was in a happy mood and secretly thought about how to dismantle this roast leg of mutton, Guangzhi, who had not spoken beside him, stretched out his little hand and pulled Li Chun's sleeve.

"Senior brother."

"Huh?" Li Chun looked down at Guangzhi with a puzzled expression.

Unexpectedly, Guangzhi's expression was even more puzzled, and he asked with a frown: "Senior brother, why do you have to gather your relatives for dinner when your relatives die, and there are people who are laughing?" ”

Looking at the confused little bald head in front of him, Li Chun put away his smiling face and gently stroked the other party's little head.

"It's to tell others that this family hasn't broken up yet."

After listening to Li Chun's words, Guangzhi showed a thoughtful expression, while Li Chun looked up at the sky at 45°C with his hands behind his back, quietly listening to Feng'er's chanting.

"It's not bad to be a life coach once in a while."

After a while, Guangzhi raised his head and looked at Li Chun with big watery eyes, and whispered in his mouth: "Senior brother, I miss Master." ”

"Hmm."

………

Half an hour later, Tallinn, located behind the [Space Temple], ushered in two figures, one large and one small.

Ordinary people are buried on the ground when they die and are called tombs, and when they are buried in cemeteries, they are called tombs, and the places where princes and princes bury their ministers and dignitaries after their deaths are called mounds, and the royal family is mausoleums, which are dedicated to the "tombs of emperors", and have the meaning of "special ascension passages (places)".

Monks, on the other hand, are not in the four names of tomb, tomb, mound, and mausoleum, and their burial place is in the tower.

And there are many towers, scattered like forests, it is called Tallinn.

Ordinary monks can't enter Tallinn, only monks who are eminent, highly respected, and have contributed to people can enjoy this honor.

The Tallinn in front of you is the tomb of the great monks of the [Space Temple], with different heights and different styles, and they are ranked according to their generations. From a distance, it is solemn.

It can also be seen from this tower that the ancestors of the [Space Temple] were indeed rich, but due to the erosion of time, many towers seem dilapidated.

Against the backdrop of the surrounding barrenness, it is even more shocking.

At this moment, Li Chun and Guangzhi knelt in front of the newest and shortest tower, and respectfully kowtowed three times.

The difference is that after kowtowing, Hiroshi breathed a long sigh of relief, as if the depression in his heart was swept away. And Li Chun had tears in his eyes, and looked back at the place where the master's bones were buried.

"Senior brother, don't be sad, Master said that if you live, you must live well, and you must look forward......" Guangzhi played the role of a little adult, and took Li Chun's hand and walked towards the temple.

"Hmm~" Li Chun came from the bottom of his heart, holding back tears, and looked at the master's tower reluctantly...... The next roast leg of lamb.

Worshipping the ancestors naturally requires tribute, so this roast leg of lamb that has not yet been heated in Li Chun's arms is goodbye to him.

Not long after the two of them left, a gray and hairy head emerged from the rubble pile of the collapsed stupa, and its black nose twitched a few times.

Then a square face showed anthropomorphic surprise, carefully moved his feet in the direction of the roast leg of mutton, and when he got closer, a flutter pounced to press the leg of mutton under him.

opened his mouth wide, bit at the leg of mutton, and let out a strange cry of "huh" in his mouth.

After half a ring, he raised his head like a proud general, squinting and surveying the four directions.

Then he picked up the leg of mutton and ran, but his body was about the same size as the leg of mutton, and he lost his balance without running a few steps.

Standing up, shaking his head, shaking off the dust from his body, a paralyzed face howled at the sun:

"Meow~Meow~"

This is an underage fox, but it is not a common red fox or a white fox, but an outlier of the fox family, a Tibetan fox with a world-weary face.

Of course, it can also be called Director Liang.

Li Chun naturally didn't know that his "filial piety" to his master's leg of lamb had been patronized by thieves, and now he was sitting at the door of the [Space Temple], looking at the scenery in front of him with no love.

He was pondering the question: what do people live for?

Obtain: [Erhu Harness].

As the saying goes, there must be gains and losses, although Li Chun lost the opportunity to kiss Fang Ze with a roast leg of mutton, but in the blind box of Bodhi Zi at night, he opened the skill of his heart.

[Erhu Pilot]: As the name suggests, when the erhu is stuffed under the crotch of the pants and ridden, the speed of the person is controlled according to the volume of the erhu pulled.

The higher the music, the faster it is!

Li Chun: "............"

"This is a thing!" After reading the introduction, Li Chun smashed the attached erhu to the ground at once.

"It's okay to give a broom, give an erhu to ride and run, this is to let Lao Tzu take the comedian route?"