Liang Hongde for eight years.

Twenty-one years have passed since the fifth year of Shunping, and Renzong reigned for seventeen years, first there was Shunping, and after eleven years of Shunping, it was Qingchang, and in the sixth year of Qingchang, Renzong died. Yingzong ascended the throne and changed the Yuan to Longwu.

In the fourth year of Longwu, Yingzong collapsed due to illness, and the crown prince Liang Huan ascended the throne and changed to Yuan Hongde.

In the year of Longwu, the Great Liang was prevalent in martial arts, fighting in all directions, and the national consumption was not small.

After Emperor Hongde ascended the throne, he was insufficient, and gradually developed a heart of fun, and the state affairs gradually became chaotic, and the whole country was in a state of flux.

In the third year of Hongde, there were barbarians in the north who rebelled, and the old Yan royal family rose up, occupied the Yan land, and established the country of Dayan.

In the same year, the southern Yunnan Mengshe country was in turmoil, and it was divided into six countries.

In the fourth year of Hongde, the snow region connected the northern Xinjiang tribes and helped Gu Yuanhao to the national high clouds.

The chaos in the world has started since then.

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Jiujiang, Xunyang.

The state affairs are gradually chaotic, it is difficult to have peace in the world, and the people are not having a good time.

In the past, boats came and went, and the lively Xunyang Town was not much of a cruise ship, and the fishermen were even more miserable, and it also showed a bit of desolation.

All businesses are not easy to do now, and the surrounding villages are even more hungry.

Due to the proper operation in the past few years, Jiangtou Village barely lived a normal life, but many businesses have also stopped, and the village can only be maintained with its own accumulation.

On this day, in Jiangtou Village, there was silence in front of all houses.

There is only one lively place, but in that family, it is a plain one.

This is someone who has died.

Although the situation in the current dynasty is not good, this family is full of people and has a wide range of connections.

There was an endless stream of people, and there was another team of people at the entrance of the village, carrying large and small boxes, obviously bringing a lot of 'laying ceremonies'.

After a while, the group came to the door of the funeral house.

Someone came to greet you.

There were four men, a young woman and three young men.

They are all dressed in filial piety, and they are obviously relatives of the deceased.

Each of the four of them also brought a few boys, all of whom were their own sons and nephews.

Except for a few children who didn't know much about things, the adults could see the grief on their faces, especially the woman, whose eyes were even more swollen, and she obviously cried a lot.

Among the visiting group, the leaders were two elderly people in Jiazi, a middle-aged man in his forties, and three teenagers of different ages.

The woman knelt down, thanked her for coming to her parents, and then got up with the help of the other.

"Alas, but I don't know where Senior Lu is?"

One of the two old men asked.

"My uncle and grandfather are in the mourning hall, and he personally gave the rituals to his grandmother. ”

The old man nodded, sighed again, and said, "There are still visitors, so we won't bother." ”

"Brother Chun, you lead Uncle Huang and them in. ”

The woman turned back and commanded.

Hearing this command, among the three young people who accompanied him, the one who looked more honest nodded and welcomed the person into the courtyard.

The courtyard is not small, it can be seen that it has been renovated several times, the courtyard has been full of banquets, but before the feast is opened, the surrounding tables are sitting all the villagers of Jiangtou Village and some visiting guests.

The group walked into the courtyard with the honest young man, looked around, and the old man who had just spoken said, "Let's go to the mourning hall first." ”

The honest young man didn't say much, and obediently led everyone to the mourning hall.

Walking into the mourning hall, I saw that there was an old Taoist priest in the hall who was reciting scriptures and doing things for the deceased.

In addition, on the left hand side of the mourning hall, there are relatives of the deceased, but there are not many relatives, only two half-centenarian old men and two old women. He was kneeling on the futon, and his face was full of sorrow.

Instead of disturbing the old way of chanting scriptures sitting in front of the incense table, everyone walked up to the four old men in filial piety clothes and made a salute.

"Brother Zhou, brother and sister, mourn!"

The four old men also stood up to return the salute.

"Thank you two brothers Huang for coming to give my mother a ride. ”

In the mourning hall, after all, it was not good to say much, after the ceremony, the group did not say much, took incense, paper money, worshipped, and then walked out of the mourning hall.

During this period, the old way of doing things has not been seen with open eyes.

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As the days passed, the day of burial of the deceased.

Close relatives and friends all set off with the locomotive to the cemetery.

Before leaving, all kinds of funeral goods were displayed one by one, and the book was read to the coffin, and the ceremony was laid in parallel. The procession was led by the mourner, who walked while crying, and relatives and friends walked in front of the hearse.

Unlike ordinary people, the old way of doing things walks in front of the hearse and recites sutras, as if opening the way for the deceased.

Relatives and friends who followed the hearse threw paper money along the way.

I don't know how long I went, and I came to a place with beautiful mountains and rivers,

Lao Dao continued to close his eyes and chant the scriptures, ignoring others, while relatives and friends dug the tomb on the cemetery first, and laid lime, charcoal, and tree monuments in front of the tomb.

After that, the coffin was lifted from the hearse, and there was another memorial.

Spread the mat at the bottom of the mound, and then use the wear on the stele as a fulcrum, and slowly and smoothly put the coffin into the mound with a rope.

When getting off the coffin, Mingjing was placed on the coffin, and the family members stood in silence for men and women.

All kinds of funerary goods are placed next to the coffin, and the coffin and burial goods are covered with coffin clothes. And they spread mats on top of it, and added anti-wood, and then covered them with earth, and built earth into a grave.

The grave was paved, and relatives and friends paid their respects.

I saw the old way sitting cross-legged in front of the tombstone, and they all retreated with sadness.

After everyone left, the old Taoist priest slowly opened his eyes, and on his expressionless face, when he opened his eyes, he saw two turbid tears flowing.

The old Taoist priest stroked over the tombstone.

The content of the inscription on the top reads: 'The tomb of the old widow of the ancestor Zhou Lu'.

The old Taoist priest stroked the tombstone, and could see the reluctance, and after a while, he said: "Ying'er, my brother is reluctant to give you up!"

The old Taoist priest is Lu Xuan.

More than ten years have passed, although he has been recuperated, his sister Lu Yingshou has finally come to an end.

After falling asleep one night, I never woke up.

Lu Xuan had already prepared for this, and he was not too sad in his heart, but there was also a lot of sadness, sad that his sister died, there were no relatives, and it was this farewell that hurt him, and there would be no one in this world who called his brother in the future.

After the death of his sister, all the funerals were personally organized by Lu Xuan, and now he is buried, and he is also a real heaven and man forever.

In this world, except for cultivators, there is no reincarnation of reincarnation, which means that after Lu Ying's death, there can be no second Lu Ying.

This farewell is naturally a farewell.

Sitting in front of the tombstone, Lu Xuan recalled everything that happened between himself and his sister.

Although many years have passed, some things when he was a child are still so clear, perhaps because of his status as a monk, but more often than not, the rare warmth in it is memorable.

He still remembers his sister's round little face when he was a child, his silly smile, and his trust in his brother, no matter what he said, Lu Ying never thought he was deceiving, even if it was something he had never seen in his life, Lu Xuan said that there was, then there must be.

It's just a blink of an eye, the little girl back then, now ......

Lu Xuan came back to his senses and set his eyes on the tombstone in front of him again.

Bluestone is as cold as iron.

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