216 Abbot personally started the burial
It was already dusk when we reached the foot of Tianguang Temple, but we didn't stop along the way.
Ming Wanli was already waiting there with his men.
Seeing that there are so many people, the Wang family is willing to send the coffin to the back mountain now. If they don’t send it now, they will have to do it at dawn tomorrow.
Of course He Jin was looking forward to it. When they got to the back mountain, there were little monks guarding the night, so they could have a good night's rest.
With Uncle Ming bringing people, Ping An pulled Lin Feng to follow behind obediently. Lin Feng cried a lot yesterday and his face didn't look very good. After all, he was just a thirteen-year-old child.
Wu Jun followed the young master with the luggage on his back. He was the same size as Lin Feng and was too tall to catch up with him. There was no point in trying to do something that he couldn't do. Er Qiang was different. He was tall and strong and could help carry the luggage for a while occasionally.
The three coffins cost only twenty taels, and the cost of the Wang family team was forty taels. Ping'an now thought that it was not expensive at all. In the three days before and after, yesterday and tomorrow, the eight thousand and eight steps alone were enough to make one's scalp numb.
The coffin was not light, and there was no way to rest on such steps, so people had to be replaced constantly. This was something Wu Qi had discussed with the Wang family before. His family would also help, otherwise no matter how much silver they were offered, they would not be able to get it.
Lin Feng looked at the twenty or thirty people in front of him, and tears began to flow uncontrollably. If it weren't for the young master, the eldest son, and people like Uncle Ming and Uncle He, he would never have been able to move the tomb here.
He originally thought that thirty or forty taels would be enough, after all, building a house in the countryside only costs a dozen taels. Yesterday, Wang Quan accidentally revealed it to him, and he realized that the cost of the coffin and the Wang family's expenses would be sixty taels, not including other expenses, such as the tombstone.
About eighty taels upwards.
Ordinary reburials are easy to do. A low-quality coffin weighing two taels will do, and there is no need to climb eight thousand eight hundred steps.
He glanced at the young master out of the corner of his eye and saw that he had obviously slowed down. He must have not rested well last night.
When they were halfway through the journey, it was already dark. The people brought by Ming Wanli lit up the magic lamps. With more than a dozen lights on, the road beneath their feet became much brighter.
An hour and a half later.
Several monks led the coffin to the back mountain. They would help keep watch tonight. Ping An knew that the old abbot must have arranged for people to chant sutras.
The matter of reburial has always been subject to etiquette from ancient times to the present. If possible, try not to move the body, otherwise how can you say that the body is in peace? It is best not to move the body for thousands of years after burial. But for cases like Lin Feng's parents, the time of reburial must be considered and Buddhist sutras must be recited.
Yi Ping'an thought to herself that Lin Feng's parents and grandparents had probably been reincarnated long ago, and the coffins were filled with nothing but skin. No, not even skin was left, only bones.
But we cannot say such things. After all, burial is a way for people to miss their loved ones, and human emotions always need a place to rest.
The next day, Ping'an and the others got up very early, and the old abbot got up even earlier than them. When they arrived at the back mountain, the abbot had already brought a number of senior monks who were sitting cross-legged there chanting sutras.
No one knew when Lin Feng came, maybe he didn't sleep at all last night. He knelt in front of the coffin and kept burning paper.
Ming Wanli walked towards Ping An and said, "Master Ping An, the eldest son asked you to treat the abbot's knee after the funeral and return to the city in the afternoon. We will leave tomorrow. He originally planned to come yesterday afternoon, but was asked to leave by the prefect."
Ping An nodded: "It will only take half an hour to treat the abbot. Have you arranged everything in Yangcheng?"
Ming Wanli chuckled: "It's okay, Wu Qi and Fang Ming are managing this place very well."
Ping An stopped talking. There was one coffin in front and two behind. Not far away was the grave of Lin Feng's grandfather. There was a dug hole on the right side of the grave and two dug holes behind it. These holes were each dug with three shovels of soil before Lin Feng left yesterday.
It seems that all four people were buried alone.
This made Ping An a little puzzled. In his previous life, couples seemed to be buried together, but here they were just placed side by side and not in the same tomb.
He looked at the monks chanting the sutras again. He didn't expect that the old abbot was really kind to the Lin family. He personally led people to chant the sutras so early in the morning. He heard from his master that the old abbot was hard to be invited in recent years. He either stayed down the mountain or traveled around.
I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to travel long distances in the future. He can only control his legs and feet, and it is impossible to cure him completely as it is an old age disease.
The moment the coffin was carried into the grave, there were the sounds of Lin Feng's crying, the monks' chanting, the temple not far away, the mountains and forests a few feet away, and the sun rising in the east.
Ping'an's heart suddenly calmed down. This is life, life and death, ups and downs.
The funeral was over in the morning, and the rest of the work was up to the Wang family. Ping An also asked Manager Wu to choose the tombstone.
The abbot came over with the support of two monks, and Ping An hurried to greet him.
"Master Abbot, Master has asked me to drain the fluid from your knee. After that, you should have some vegetarian food and return to the city. We will leave early tomorrow morning."
The abbot nodded and said, "Okay, I've heard from Wanli that he's planning to come as well. The old lady in the prefect's family is ill, and knowing that your master is here, she must want your master to treat her."
In the abbot's small courtyard, Ping'an was very skilled and in less than fifteen minutes he had drained fluids, applied medicine, and bandaged the abbot's wound.
Doctor Liu was stunned. Is this still a child?
"Master Abbot, you must eat according to what the master wrote. With the help of the folk prescription, your feet will not hurt. As for your knees, you cannot stop taking the medicine. Even if your knees don't hurt at all, you still have to continue taking the medicine for a while. This kind of disease cannot be tired. For example, you must not go up and down the stairs here, unless someone carries you up and down."
The abbot sighed, "Ping An, the abbot is old and doesn't want to go anywhere. He just wants to stay at Tianguang Temple. Ping An, your master is good in every way, but he is a little impulsive. You can follow him, but don't leave him alone. He is thirty-one this year and has a disaster, not big or small."
Ping An frowned: "Master Abbot, how can my master avoid this disaster?"
The abbot remained silent for a long time, then said softly, "You can't avoid it, but you can help him."
Ping An stopped asking questions, now he believed it very much, metaphysics is hard to explain, but it really exists, it is not easy for a fortune teller to live to old age in peace and safety, such as Hu Gan, unless you don't tell fortunes to others easily, you can't tell them easily.
The secret of heaven cannot be revealed, that’s probably what it means.
"Be good to Lin Feng, he is a good person. Come to the temple with him when you have time in a few years."
Ping An smiled, "Of course I will come to see Master Abbot again. You must take good care of yourself and tell Master Fang. If you feel unwell, take a letter to Baicaotang in the city. As long as Master Fang and I are near Yong'an, we will rush over as soon as possible."
The abbot smiled and said, "I understand, Ping An. I will listen to you and your master. I will wait for you in the temple."
In the afternoon, Ping An followed Uncle Ming, Uncle He and others down the mountain. Lin Feng followed him all the time, and his face was obviously much more relaxed. Yes, all his relatives were lying safely in the back mountain. Be it a natural disaster or a man-made disaster, they no longer needed to suffer.
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