April 27th is the 19th day of the third lunar month and is a good time to offer sacrifices, bury the dead, and move the coffin!
The original plan was to place the ashes in Phoenix Mountain before Qingming Festival, but there has been no suitable day since March.
The imperial calendar at home was almost torn apart, and finally someone was asked to calculate a suitable day.
The weather in the city of Sijiu is at its best at the end of April, with a cool breeze and sunny days.
Jiang Cha declined the invitation of others and drove to Phoenix Mountain alone.
Follow the navigation to find the cemetery, call the staff there, and someone will be responsible for helping with the ceremony.
Those who often listen to Deyun Club's crosstalk know that if you want to hold a funeral in a decent manner, there are many things to pay attention to.
Wearing mourning clothes is the most basic thing, and there are also mourning hats with different colored cloth pieces according to seniority.
There are also people who scatter money to clear the way, filial sons cry for the deceased, and several people carry the coffin. Friends and relatives who are more particular will also set up offering tables along the way to worship on the day of the funeral.
Because many of their descendants have not been contacted, and some are as old as Lao He.
When I heard that the ashes were brought back, I was so excited that my blood pressure got high and I could only rest at home.
As she was the only family member here, her filial son and grandson had no choice but to ask the staff here to help find professional help.
Jiang Cha had already confirmed with the staff here the night before, and all matters were left to them.
It was 4:30 in the morning, and the sun hadn't risen yet, but we arrived at the cemetery in the dark.
If she hadn't experienced her previous life, she would probably be scared to death right now.
I crawled out of a pile of dead bodies in my previous life, so to be honest, what's so scary about looking at rows of cold stone tablets?
Because it was booked according to the highest standards of the ceremony, she didn't see how powerful the staffing was until she arrived at the scene.
The musicians, including those playing the suona, stood at the side, and a row of handsome young men in suits and white gloves stood closest to Jiang Cha.
In the most conspicuous position in the middle, several masters prepared the things needed for the ritual.
As soon as the ginger tea appeared, the handsome man in a suit carefully took the jar with both hands.
Then they placed it on something similar to a sedan chair that they had prepared in advance, and then carried it to the selected location by eight handsome men in black suits and white gloves.
As soon as the jar was placed on the sedan chair, the musicians began to play with all their might.
Not to mention the music accompanies the "palanquin" they lifted, Jiang Cha even had a cold sweat on the back of his neck.
Because I specifically asked for ginger tea beforehand, I must pay attention to the time.
All ceremonies must be completed before the sun rises, so it is still dark now.
The street lights in the distance were not very effective, and the music was playing.
No matter how brave she was, she still felt a chill.
When they reached the chosen location, they gently lowered the "palanquin" to the ground, carefully carried the jar out, and slowly walked to the pre-prepared pit.
At this time, the trumpeters stopped the somewhat chilling music, and the masters began to recite the Amitabha Sutra, the Great Compassion Mantra, the Ksitigarbha Sutra, etc.
Soon the jar was properly placed, and the soil was buried and the monument was erected in one go.
There were also several "filial sons and grandsons" in mourning clothes crying for the deceased. The sound was so sad that it made people cry.
Finally, light incense, place offerings, circulate ginger tea around the tomb, and sprinkle white wine on it.
"Ms. Jiang, the ceremony is over. Do you need anything else?"
The staff member who was in charge of coordination came to Jiang Cha and asked if there were any other arrangements.
Listening to the instructions, Jiang Cha took out the prepared envelope from her bag and handed it to him.
"This is the final payment, check it out! Besides the originally agreed amount, the extra money is for everyone's hard work!
You can share it with everyone later. It’s not much, but it’s a token of appreciation. Thank you all for your hard work! Thank you!
These people did a great job, and as the host, they definitely won't be stingy.
Especially those "filial sons and grandchildren", listening to them crying, Jiang Cha felt that the money he gave was not enough.
Everyone was very happy to find out that in addition to the originally agreed price, there was also a tip.
But when facing the family members, I still have to try to keep a serious expression.
Before leaving, Jiang Cha quietly pulled the person in charge and asked him in a low voice which temple the master who had just chanted the scriptures was from.
"Ms. Jiang, the masters who just performed the ritual are all lay Buddhists with lay Buddhist certificates. They have studied the scriptures for many years and are quite knowledgeable!"
Just a second ago, I was admiring the fact that the staff here had quite a lot of connections, but I never knew that the so-called master was just a lay Buddhist!
It’s not that the lay Buddhist is bad, it’s just that she had a preconceived notion and thought that they had really invited a great monk from some family!
After all the staff left, Jiang Cha was the only one left in front of the tombstone, quietly looking at the tombstone in front of him.
Unlike other tombstones, this one has photos of the deceased or their names carved on it.
On the stone tablet in front of her was only a few strokes of the image of the Type 38 rifle, which was the rifle that everyone in their group had back then.
The small tombstone does not contain everyone's name. Some of them are wearing different clothes because they belong to different camps.
The only common goal is to eliminate the Japanese devils, but it is not easy to express it openly in today's society.
So as to avoid being exaggerated by some busybodies and disturbing their eternal sleep.
So Jiang Cha asked the carving master to carve a subtle logo on it to commemorate their life in the midst of bullets and guns.
The left side of the tombstone is engraved with the date of burial: November 25, 1944!
That day was the last day for everyone to persevere, and it was also the last day for Jiang Cha to persevere.
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