Wonderful natural way, feathering what a part.

The pounds were robbed, and the body was indispensable.

There is a folk saying that monks do not ask for their names, and the Tao does not say longevity, which means that after becoming a monk, the dust is cut off, and the cultivator is just to seek an immortality, and the light and dust are with the time to rest.

Feathering is a saying of the sages in ancient times, which refers to the fact that those who have cultivated to a certain realm can shed the mortal womb and ascend to the sky to become immortals with their souls. Later, the heaven and the earth were cut off, the masters of the world could not go to the sky, and the heavens and people could not come to the world.

Of course, feathering is feathering, it does not mean that this person has really become feathers, or has wings, how to be buried or how to be buried, and put it into the ground.

This is also a traditional custom, from the aristocratic officials, down to the common people, or the three religions and nine streams are agreed to become customs, death is like life, and the dead are poop.

This Taoist priest is not exempt from vulgarity.

However, unlike ordinary people, Taoist priests are all seated if there is no doubt, and of course there are many people who have been robbed in the demon subjugation and demon eradication, but as long as the body is kept intact, it will be buried.

There are two main types of burial methods among the upper Taoist priests of Taoism: one is called "sitting in the jar", the body is put into a large vat in a sitting position, and then the burial is carried out after sealing the jar, and then the grave is pressed, and then the tower is built with bricks and stones, and the monument is erected. This method is very similar to the method of Nirvana after the death of a Buddhist monk, and it is difficult for the relics stupa to come out of this kind.

The second is the coffin burial, in addition to the sitting posture changed to the lying corpse, the coffin instead of the vat, but also the tomb on the tower to erect a monument to show its morality.

These are the burial methods of the middle and upper class Taoist priests of Taoism, and the ordinary small Taoist priests are no different from the ordinary laypeople.

Mei Dao people belong to the side branch of Taoism, and their inheritance of the Zhongnan view is a vein of ghosts and gods, and it may not have been included in the Taoist tower.

Out of prudence, coupled with the fact that Luo Buyi has been recovering from his injuries, he finally returned to Zhongnanguan on the seventh day after Mei Daoren's death, and retrieved his own rites while taking care of the aftermath for Mei Daoren.

Luo Buyi dragged his body that seemed to be made of broken bones, and searched for a long time in the Zhongnan Temple with Hua Ning, before he found the Zhongnan genealogy hidden under the statue under the advice of Ling Chunqiu, who came to deal with the aftermath of the Mei Dao people.

"Due to the reason of the great art of ghosts and gods, the Zhongnanguan lineage is extremely afraid of leaving a corpse after death, so as not to be fooled or retaliated by ghosts and gods, and bring disaster to the world!" Hua Ning flipped through the genealogy, and finally found the information he wanted in one of the pages of records, and it was not easy for Luo to read it out.

Ling Chunqiu had actually been here twice a year ago, but Mei Daoren's body was protected by the cold ice condensed by Hua Ning's sword intent, even if the weather was warm these days, that ice would not melt for a long time, so he had to come every other day, so he waited for Luo Buyi and Hua Ning today, and said: "So I have to gather the fire to melt it." ”

said that he set his eyes on Luo Buyi, after all, according to the mantle heir, Luo Buyi, who was entrusted by the Meidao people with ghosts and gods, had the power to decide how the Meidao people should be buried.

"Then according to what Ling Daru said, let's turn Senior Mei into fire!" The voice was hoarse and jerky, and the words were slow, making it impossible to imagine that these words came from the mouth of a young man of sixteen or seventeen.

Hua Ning stepped forward to support Luo Buyi, whose face became flushed because of a few words, tugged at his sleeve distressedly, wiped the cold sweat on his sideburns with his sleeve, and then said to Ling Chunqiu: "Master Ling, it's not easy to be injured, I'm a daughter again, this time it's all thanks to Master Ling!"

Ling Chunqiu nodded and said, "It's reasonable, the old man is right!"

So Hua Ning, who was not easy to carry the sword behind him, sat in the courtyard with the sick Luo Buyi behind him, watching Ling Chunqiu busy with the front and back.

"I'm fine. Luo Buyi rolled his eyes weakly, and patted Hua Ning's small hand with his left hand, which had not yet formed a scar.

Feeling the strangeness coming from the back of her hand, Hua Ning felt even more pity in her heart, but her face was red.

In this way, the two of them stopped talking, and watched Ling Chunqiu busy up and down, busy before and after, and busy endlessly.

Don't think that the cremation of the Meidao people is very simple, take the Nirvana of the Buddhist monks as an example, you need to arrange the four-inch square wood horizontally and vertically, half a foot apart, three feet high to form a well, add vanilla sawdust to the well, and pour sesame oil to raise the temperature, and then spread a clean straw mat on it, and then put the flesh on it after a few more layers.

Perhaps due to time and place constraints, Ling Chunqiu couldn't find the best fragrant wood and spices for a while, but a lot of the things he needed were piled up in the backyard.

Hua Ning's fingers moved slightly, and the ice cubes that froze the Meidao people turned into a trace of frost and sprinkled on the ground, without hurting the corpses of the Meidao people.

Luo Buzhi smiled slightly, Xindao Hua Ning's sword talent is so good, the sword intent has changed dramatically in a short period of time, this kind of method is no longer weaker than a master who specializes in ice spells, she should be the one who opens the sword.

But fortunately, it wasn't her, otherwise he would have to bear everything he suffered for her.

As soon as the ice on the Mei Dao people disappeared, a subordinate brought by Ling Chunqiu put it on the straw mat. Ling Chunqiu picked up a torch and ignited the hay around the wooden well, and then threw the torch under the straw mat covered with palm oil, and the fire instantly ignited, making people can't help but take a few steps back.

Then he saw that Ling Chunqiu took out a worn-out iron pot out of nowhere, buckled it to the ground, and then picked up the remaining square wood from the pile of wood wells, and knocked it "dangdang".

"The long wind returns, the five spices rise, the long wind returns, the sparks fly, wake up and get drunk, the tourists return after sleeping, the long wind returns, where to find the ......"

At this time, Ling Chunqiu Ling Daru still has the style of one of the three major Confucians of Qinghua Academy, the scarf has long fallen off his head due to Zhang Luo's up and down, and the brand-new Confucian shirt is also stained with oil because of helping to carry firewood and palm oil, and the sweat on his face is mixed with tears and snot flowing together, and he falls to the ground with the action of hitting the iron pot.

Maybe it was affected by the atmosphere at this time, or maybe it was because the corpse would have a smoky stench when it burned, even if it was covered by palm oil, the smell could not be completely eliminated, Hua Ning's eyes gradually turned red.

Luo Buyi is inevitably sad, Mei Daoren is the first person they have met since they entered the state capital, when he was alive, he took care of him and Hua Ning a lot, he has a bold personality, he is eclectic, and he entrusted his sect's secret ghost and god technique to him before he died, such trust made him at a loss, and he could only try his best to practice this technique.

At this time, the mountain gate of Zhongnanguan sounded the knock of "tuk tuk", although Luo Buyi and the three of them didn't care to go to see the door, they had their own people to ask, and after a while, they ran back and replied: "Luo Shaoxia, it is the neighbors here who come here to mourn, otherwise I will send it away......"

"No need, let people in!" Luo Buyi tried to be as concise as possible, but Rao's simple words had already made his face change, and he almost felt angry.

Hua Ning hurriedly smoothed Shun Luo's chest with his hand, and explained to Wu Zi's somewhat puzzled subordinates: "Senior Mei took great care of the neighbors when he was alive, and now Senior Mei has ascended to heaven, and it is the proper duty to let the neighbors come in to worship one or two, but be careful not to be noisy!"

Luo Bu nodded approvingly, indicating that this was what he meant.

The subordinate answered quite understandingly, and then ran to the mountain gate again, apparently to convey the meaning of Luo Bu and Hua Ning.

Then I heard the wooden door open softly, and there were men and women from the neighborhood who were carrying a stick of incense, or carrying a basket of wine and food, or carrying a pot of wine through the front hall, and it seemed that it should have been discussed.

Probably it should be the reminder of the subordinates who played a role, these people were all light when they came, and after putting the things in their hands on the ground, they bowed on the spot, bowed to Ling Daru, who was still singing a little song and didn't know whether to cry or laugh, and then nodded lightly in the direction of Luo Buyi and Hua Ning, and then tiptoed towards the mountain gate.

The fire was blazing, the flames were soaring, and the pungent smell finally could not be hidden, and gradually filled the air.

Hua Ning frowned, although it was covered by a white gauze hat, there was still a smell that couldn't stop getting into her nose, making her beautiful eyebrows twist into knots, but she had no good plan for it.

At this time, Luo Buyi took a deep breath, raised his left hand tremblingly, rubbed his index finger and middle finger with his thumb, pinched out a flame, and threw it into the air.

"Snort"

There were many strange noises, and the flames that Luo Buyi pinched out burned in the air, clearing the smell away.

Luo Buyi slowly bent down, but he couldn't reach for the wine jug on the ground, and he couldn't touch the handle of the wine jug no matter what, so he couldn't help but smile helplessly.

At this moment, a hand reached out beside him to lift the flask for him, and at the same time helped him up.

Hua Ning handed the wine jug to Dao Luo Buyi and said, "Take a sip." ”

Luo Buyi chuckled, only felt that the people around him were the most cute, took a sip of the pot mouth, and then with a thought, a simple flying sword broke through the air in the sword box behind Hua Ning, churning endlessly over the backyard.

As the so-called "husband sings with wife", although the relationship between Luo Buyi and Hua Ning is not to that point, it is not far off, seeing Luo Buyi like this, Hua Ning also took a sip of wine, and threw the wine jug to the ground at will.

With a "snap", the wine jug shattered, and at the same time, Hua Ning turned out two identical white short swords in his hand and flew into the air, following Luo Buyi's Three Thousand Ancient Sword.

So the three flying swords flew up and down, like butterflies, like shocks, and suddenly frolicked in the clouds, and suddenly passed through the flames.

Under the flying sword, Ling Chunqiu struck "Xuan" and sang, Luo Buyi and Hua Ning snuggled tightly together, and for a long time, they tried their best to salute the shadow of the flames.

The fires sometimes stop, but people are always sad.

Of course, more people just hide their emotions and lick them in a no-man's place.

"The two of you are leaving?" Ling Chunqiu was holding his old friend's golden pagoda in his hand, and his embarrassed figure was getting old.

Hua Ning helped Luo Buyi to the back of Ryoma, who had been hungry for a few days and had not lost half of his weight, turned back to Ling Chunqiu and saluted, and said, "Luo Buyi still has important things to deal with, I just look forward to coming back to catch up with my master when I have nothing to do!"

"Ryoma snorted.

Luo Buyi turned his head with difficulty and smiled at Ling Chunqiu, then sat up straight, and said to Ryoma in a dry and hoarse voice: "Go!"

There was a sudden wind on the street, Hua Ning slanted his sword and saluted, holding the dragon horse in one hand and the hat in the other, Luo Bu was not easy to sit on the back of the dragon horse The indescribable vicissitudes of life and depression, but he tried his best to hold a red broken paper umbrella and swayed in the wind.

For a moment, the sound of Ryoma's four hooves stepping on the stone pavement drifted far away with the wind.

Da-da-da-da.