The memories of the past came to my heart bit by bit, but the place in the memory no longer exists, and no matter how deep the memory is, there is no place to rely on, how can Zhao Zheng withstand such a big blow, he screamed and fainted to the ground. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yesterday's face is no more, and today's encounter should be so painful.

Perhaps, except for the misty images left in the memory, the rest of the Fushou Mountain in the past has been turned to ashes.

Now it's supposed to be Fushougang.

I saw that the whole hill is all kinds of weeds growing wildly, the wind blows, the weeds are hanging low, the whole hill is filled with a sad atmosphere, as if Fushou Mountain is destroyed, but the sadness hidden in it can not be dispersed for a long time, as if the soul of the unjust death is wandering among the hills, telling their tragic experience in a low voice.

Zhao Zheng woke up and cried bitterly, fainted in the crying, fainted and woke up, four or five times in a row, the mood calmed down, the minotaur was afraid that he would make a mistake, and surrounded him and couldn't help persuading, Zhao Zheng was just silent.

At that moment, the minotaur sent the demons to the town to buy some items, and spent the night on Fushougang.

The gang is empty, the wind is strong in the middle of the night, Zhao Zheng is looking at the empty hill, the black place seems to hide some restless restlessness, he suddenly thought in his heart, the master is dead, the senior brothers are also dead, should he set up a grave for them.

But then I thought that their bones were gone, so how could I have made a grave for them?

I sat in a daze, thinking about it, and couldn't sleep all night.

On the second day, when the Minotaur woke up, Zhao Zheng told the Minotaur about his idea, and the Minotaur said: "Since the Venerable Master and the senior brothers died here, then every inch of land here is their bones, why do you have to have their bones to set up a grave?"

A word to wake up the dreamer, Zhao Zheng suddenly realized, chose a sunny place, wide vision, a pinch of soil and a pinch of land to erect a grave, he thought that when the master was there, he did not do a little bit of filial piety, now that the master is gone, he did these inconsequential things for the master, but it is finally a little comfort, he dug the soil in other places, and held it to the position he chose, sprinkled on the ground, and then patted the porcelain with his hand, he did this while shedding tears, while recalling the master's teachings in the past。

Seeing that Zhao was working so hard, the little demons wanted to take tools and step forward to help him, but the bull-headed demon stopped and said: "This is a benefactor doing filial piety, you don't have to go." ”

Only then did the little demons understand.

The minotaur told them to go to the town to buy some good stone tablets and some miscellaneous things, and the little demons went, and the minotaur stood quietly and watched.

The master raised himself once, but he didn't even leave any of his relics, and now he is making an empty grave for him, and I feel sad when I think about it.

Zhao Zheng kept doing that, until the afternoon, a half-person-high grave was erected, Zhao Zheng looked at this grave blankly, looking at it, there was a little comfort in his heart, as if the soul that had nowhere to return had a place to rest.

The little demons helped to stand the stele in front of the tomb, and handed a brush dipped in ink to Zhao Zheng, Zhao Zheng took it, hesitated slightly, and wrote uprightly on the stele: The tomb of the family teacher Ruan Wushan.

After he finished writing, he felt a burst of melancholy in his heart, although this tomb did not have a little bit of the master's bones, but standing in front of him, he always felt a little bit of sustenance in his heart.

It was only then that he suddenly understood the truth of why people die and set up graves, it turns out that the graves are for the living people to express their feelings of longing, and the dead are ignorant, and the sad ones are only the living.

Zhao Zheng was thinking about this, and his tears were full again.

The minotaur nodded, and the little demons took out hammers and drills, and Ding Ding knocked on the stele for a while, carved out the handwriting on the stele, and dyed it black with ink, in case it was annihilated by the wind and rain for a long time.

Then the little demons took out the burning paper and paper money for the sacrifice.

Zhao Zheng was very grateful to see that the minotaur was so well prepared.

Zhao Zheng burned paper in front of the master's grave, sprinkled sacrificial wine, and burned a few books of the cultivation treasure book brought by the little demons to comfort the master's spirit in the sky.

Then he kowtowed three more respectfully, and the minotaur also led the little demons to kneel down and kowtow respectfully.

Everyone lived in Fushougang for a few days, Zhao Zheng set up a grave for the senior brothers under the master's grave, carved a stone tablet, and also paid tribute, looking at the names of the master and the senior brothers in front of them, and their graves were also held high one by one, as if they had come alive, and in a wrong eye, as if they really felt that they were standing beside themselves.

With this feeling, his mood inexplicably improved a lot, as if he had returned to the past, back to the past when his master and brothers were all there.

He stood dumbfounded, feeling this mood in a trance, and the minotaur said softly beside him, "Benefactor, you should also build a grave for Master's child." ”

The minotaur has heard Zhao Zheng talk about Shou'er many times, and knows that Shou'er is lost for no reason, life and death are unpredictable, there has been no news for so long, it is estimated that the possibility of birth is not very large, it is a good child, a very well-behaved child, set up a grave for him, so that his wandering soul will also return to his father's side, so that he will not be homeless.

Hearing this, Zhao Zheng trembled, he never believed that Shou'er would have any mistakes, but he couldn't find it, which made him always feel very bad in his selfish heart, and he always couldn't bear to think about the bad side, it was a forbidden area in his heart.

Zhao Zheng has always dared not touch it, but he didn't expect that the minotaur would easily touch it now, and his meaning was obvious, that is, it was impossible for Shou'er to live.

Zhao Zheng's heart trembled, what he had always been unable to believe was said with certainty at this time, which clearly gave him a desperate thought, he trembled, the six gods had no master, and finally slowly seemed to believe, slowly holding the soil, piling a grave next to the master's grave, he did it silently, and tears flowed down his eyes again.

"Uncle Zhao, you're crying. ”

Shou'er's voice seemed to echo in his ears again.

He remembered that not long ago when the master taught him the six-word mantra in Fushou Mountain, he was moved to tears for a while, and Shou'er on the side saw what he said.

Unexpectedly, their voices and smiles are still in front of them, but they are separated from their own life and death.

Why wasn't he the one who died?

He sprinkled the dirt one by one, and suddenly thought of something, and froze all of a sudden.

Yes, the six-word formula, I remember that the master was afraid that he would forget and wrote on a word panel, and he has always treasured it on his body, which was the master's handwriting, but it can be regarded as the master's relics, thinking, subconsciously touching his arms, only then did he remember that his original clothes had been peeled off in their cave when the big-headed ghost washed himself, and the word panel must be in the clothes, but I don't know if it was rotten by the water.