215 Raymond Lam Crying at the Grave
Ping An knelt down, and Er Qiang and others followed suit.
"Grandmother Lin, Uncle Lin, Aunt Lin, we will stay with Lin Feng at the foot of the mountain tonight. Tomorrow morning, we will follow Uncle Wang and the others to move your grave. You will soon be able to reunite with Grandfather Lin at the back of Tianguang Temple. There is Buddha's light shining there all year round, and the mountains and waters are beautiful. It is a very good place."
Ping An kowtowed three times and then stood up: "Lin Feng, stop crying and come down the mountain with us. We will move their graves tomorrow morning."
Lin Feng suddenly knelt down and kowtowed to Ping An: "Master Ping An, Lin Feng thanks you very much."
Ping An pulled him up: "Lin Feng, you have to remember that you are not alone. We are always here. Let's go down the mountain. There will be a lot of things to do tomorrow. We must at least get to the foot of the temple."
Everyone understands that burial the day after tomorrow should be early, as it would be unlucky if it is late.
When they arrived at the foot of the mountain, Wu Jun and his friends had already prepared dinner, which included porridge and steamed buns. Xiao Wu and a few members of the Wang family had already set up their tent and sprinkled a circle of realgar powder around it.
He Jin originally wanted to take Master Ping'an to live in the town, but seeing this, he gave up and decided to just let him accompany Lin Feng. The child was pitiful. He just saw that the soil on one side of the grave had been dug by wild animals. Fortunately, the hole was not deep. If he had come later, he didn't know what would have happened.
Wang Quan's father found He Jin and said, "Although it is at the foot of the mountain, it is quite far from the village. There are sixteen of us in total. Let's divide into two teams, eight people each. One team will guard the first half of the night, and the other team will guard the second half of the night. We can also take turns to catch up on sleep on the way tomorrow. What do you think?"
"Brother Wang, this is feasible. I will give you two of my men. But let me make it clear first: until my young master is twelve years old, he will not be allowed to guard the place."
"Of course, you guys should stay here for half the night."
"Brother Wang, that won't work. Tomorrow we'll mainly rely on you. You need to get a good night's sleep in the second half of the night. Call us in the middle of the night."
Ping An listened on the side and let Uncle He take care of all the arrangements.
To be honest, this was the first time in his life that he had spent the night in a place like this.
The calls of unknown birds, the shadowy forests, the indescribable stuffiness, I am not afraid at all.
Each person got a big bowl of porridge with three steamed buns. The steamed buns were not as big as before, but not small either. Ping An asked for one less as he was not used to eating too much for dinner.
The night passed quietly.
At daybreak, everyone got up. There was a stream not far away. The stove had been lit and porridge was bubbling with steam.
Wang Quan's father discussed the next arrangements with He Jin.
The rest of the people were busy with their own things. The tents had to be dismantled, and they had to pack up after eating. Some people also had to cut a road quickly. This was a barren mountain and not many people came here. The thatch was too deep, and it was not convenient to put down and lower the coffins.
Erqiang and Wu Jun were left to watch the vehicles below, while the rest of the people carried three coffins to the grave.
The time for excavation is the quarter after noon, which the abbot had already calculated and there is no time to delay.
When the time came, He Jin set off firecrackers. After Lin Feng dug the first shovel of soil, he followed Uncle Wang's instructions and knelt on the ground ten feet away to burn paper money and gold ingots. Xiao Wu burned two small piles of paper money not far from him. Uncle Wang said that these were for the wandering ghosts, so that they would not come to steal Lin Feng's parents' paper money.
In order to prevent any greedy little ghosts, Ping An held a peach branch and surrounded Lin Feng, beating it in the air and on the ground continuously, to ensure that all the paper money burned by Lin Feng would reach his parents and grandmother.
Ping An didn't quite believe in such an operation, but he was honest. If he believed, it would be there, and if he didn't believe, it wouldn't be there. Now Lin Feng needed to believe that his parents could get the ghost money in this way, so he just assumed it was there.
While burning paper money, Lin Feng cried and called for his parents, and at the same time did not forget to ask them to take all the paper money away so that they would not be without money to spend in the underworld.
The boy, who was usually silent and taciturn, suddenly started crying and talking, which made Ping An burst into tears. A few steps away, Uncle Wang and others were digging the grave with all their might.
The Wang family was divided into two groups, and the two graves were dug at the same time, except that Lin Feng's grandmother's grave was dug a little earlier.
He Jin breathed a sigh of relief. There were two holes on one side of Lin Feng's parents' grave made by wild animals, and one of them was almost inside. Although Lin Feng's parents had turned into bones, it would be a lifelong pain for Lin Feng if they were disturbed by these things.
Not bad, not bad.
A quarter of an hour later, Lin Feng's grandmother's coffin was unearthed first. He Jin stood in front of Lin Feng and would not show these to him for the time being. It also made Master Ping An lower his eyes, after all, he was still a child.
Lin Feng was told yesterday that he was not allowed to look at the bones, and the ancestors did not want him to see them either. The coffin would be padded with a new quilt he bought, and Uncle Wang and others would then pick up the bones little by little and arrange them in the coffin, and finally cover it with the quilt. Only then could the family members take a look, and the coffin would be closed after just one look.
He Jin set off another string of firecrackers.
Lin Feng burst into tears. He originally had a good family. Although his grandfather was a beggar since he was young, he was spotted by the escort agency at the age of seven or eight and was trained to be an escort master. His father even started practicing martial arts at the age of five or six.
If you walk by the river often, you will get your feet wet. My grandfather was injured and had to work on the farm at home. My grandmother had passed away at that time. My father took over the escort agency to support the family when he was young. He died outside ten years later. My mother fell ill and never recovered.
His grandfather suffered setbacks year after year and knew that he would not live long, so he sold his property and brought him to Tianguang Temple. Because he accidentally saved the abbot's life in his early years, the two became friends.
His grandfather told him that he could not think of anyone else to turn to except the abbot, and he was only five years old at that time.
An hour later, all three coffins were closed. Lin Feng had burst into tears. Ping An had been by his side from beginning to end, and so had Xiao Wu.
After burning the rotten coffins and filling the empty holes, Ping An and Lin Feng walked in front, and the remaining twelve people were just enough to carry three coffins down the mountain.
Ping An and Lin Feng trotted to the foot of the mountain and told Er Qiang and Wu Jun to set up the mule cart. As soon as the coffin arrived, they should load the cart and leave. They should avoid delays on the road and try to reach the back mountain of Tianguang Temple before dark so that there would be no rush for the burial the next day.
Erqiang and Wu Jun saw three brand new coffins coming down the mountain, and then looked at Lin Feng who was crying non-stop, and they also burst into tears. Lin Feng was so pitiful, as he lost all his four closest relatives.
Ping An discovered that maybe there were too many firecrackers here, and there were people standing in the distance watching this side. He told Lin Feng, but Lin Feng just glanced at him indifferently without saying a word.
These people had been helped by his grandfather and his father, but after his grandmother and his parents died, they were unwilling to let them lie on the hill behind the village, no matter how much money they spent.
Since you are an outsider, you will be a stranger for the rest of your life.
The horse-drawn carriage and the mule-drawn cart were on the road, speeding forward. Lin Feng was a filial son, so he naturally sat on the mule-drawn cart.
He Jin had already laid down half of the carriage. Ping An was no longer polite and soon fell into a deep sleep.
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