Chapter 1229 Let's get more paper money.
After a good cry, Song Chunxue asked Qi Yun to stay at her second sister's house to help out, while she went to her third and fourth sisters' and second brother's houses first.
She didn't rush to meet them, but waited until she was sure they were safe before telling them about her second sister's passing.
"What?"
"Second sister is gone?"
The third sister immediately burst into tears, slapping her thighs and stamping her feet, "I knew it! Around this time last year, she said she was going to die soon, but I didn't believe it. I never thought it was true."
Fourth Sister wiped away her tears. "Let A-Lai go. Since he's gone, I won't go... I have two pairs of newly made earrings. Please give them to Second Sister for me."
The second brother just sighed, "Your second sister is also a person with a hard life. Although she was frightened, she didn't suffer much. Don't be too sad. I'll go with you to see her off in person."
In fact, people of this age don't personally attend the funerals of their siblings when one of them passes away; they usually send their son, who is mobile, instead.
Even if they were able to walk, they wouldn't go in person.
As I get older, I can't bear to see the death of a loved one; I can't take it.
But my second brother, Song Zhizhu, is going.
Song Chunxue wanted to stop them, but then realized that there was nothing she could do if she went back directly, so she said they would go back together after dinner.
They walked there, step by step, on the way to their second sister's house, talking a lot about her.
"Your eyes look swollen, have you been crying?"
Song Zhizhu said, "You look young, which seems normal, but in my opinion, at this age, with your children all married, every extra day you live is a bonus, there's nothing to cry about."
“Our parents both passed away in their thirties or forties, as you know. In comparison, your second sister passed away peacefully. If I could pass away suddenly like her, without ever soiling myself on the bed, I would be extremely grateful to God.”
Song Chunxue nodded. She had died before, so she knew that her second sister was already lucky.
But she was still sad.
I always feel regretful that I didn't come back sooner to see my sisters more often.
“Aren’t you a spiritual practitioner? Everyone calls you Master Song. How come you can’t even understand this when it comes to yourself?”
Song Zhizhu smiled and comforted her, "If it weren't for you these past few years, your sisters and I wouldn't be living such a good life. We built a new house, and we dare to raise two pigs every year. We also have new clothes to wear every year. Your second sister was just saying last time that we've all benefited from your success."
Song Chunxue wiped away her tears, "I know, it's just a difference of one night. If I had gone to see my second sister first yesterday, and then to see my eldest brother..."
Song Zhizhu patted her shoulder, "Silly girl, the child is your flesh and blood, she won't blame you. Besides, how did you know back then that the bandits would go to your second sister's side first? If it had turned out the other way around, you would have regretted it for the rest of your life and suffered endless pain."
Second Brother is right, but Song Chunxue cherishes the chance to meet again even more after being given a second chance at life, and still can't let go of the past.
“It’s the first time, so it’s always going to be tough for a while,” Song Zhizhu said matter-of-factly. “You’ll get used to it once you see us all walking ahead of you.”
Song Chunxue wanted to cry again. She realized that when they passed away one after the other in her previous life, she was not so sad because she hadn't seen them for so long.
It took a long time and a slow process to process and quietly accept the fact that they had passed away.
This time, they met more often and had so many unforgettable moments together. The sudden separation hurt them deeply.
"Believe it or not, when you came to us, your second sister's spirit followed you. If she saw you crying like this, she would definitely laugh at you."
Song Chunxue sniffed. "I think so."
She now misses those who were able to see that world when she first started cultivating Taoism.
Alai followed behind them without saying a word, occasionally grabbing a handful of grass stalks from the roadside and chewing them.
"By the way, I feel like you're in even more energy than before. Could it be that you've become even more powerful?" Song Zhizhu asked with a smile, his heavy steps and hands behind his back. "How powerful are you now? Can you show me?"
"It's impressive, but still not enough. If I were like Master Zhang, who could predict the future, I would have received some guidance from the unseen forces last night and gone to find my second sister first."
Song Zhizhu shook his head helplessly, "You're still so stubborn. There's a saying that fate is hard to change. If you really save your second sister, she'll still be traumatized and have to lie in bed being waited on. Which do you think she'll choose?"
As someone who had spent several years lying on a heated brick bed, Song Chunxue decisively chose, "Of course, I choose the former."
“Right, that’s definitely what your second sister thinks,” Song Zhizhu said gently. “Last time she complained to me that as she gets older, the problems left over from working too hard when she was young have all appeared. Her legs hurt, her back hurts, her feet get too hot at night and she can’t put them down, she always wakes up in the middle of the night, or she can’t sleep well and always dreams about the most difficult time when she was young. She feels very sad, and several times she felt that she wouldn’t be able to stay up until dawn.”
Song Chunxue understood; she had experienced something similar before.
“You need to look ahead,” Song Zhizhu quietly picked two dates from a tree by the roadside, handing one to her and the other to Alai. “Have you ever thought that someone like you, who has achieved such spiritual cultivation, will not only have to watch us leave one after another, but may also have to watch your child walk ahead of you?”
"..." Song Chunxue clutched the front of her clothes, feeling as if red-hot wire had formed a spider web, burning her heart with pain.
She had thought about it.
But she dared not think about it too deeply.
Therefore, she does not want to pursue immortality in this life.
She didn't want to live like an old monster, watching her children walk ahead of her.
She was so heartbroken just from seeing other people's pain.
She didn't dare to think about it even if her children died of old age.
Therefore, Song Chunxue was thinking about whether she should take less of the anti-aging pills in the future.
So be it, I'll just get old.
She also wants to visit her child during holidays and festivals in the years to come.
It's meaningless to be younger than them; the one who's sad is herself.
"By the way, why didn't Lord Xie come with you?"
Song Chunxue looked up at the sky, "You really know how to bring up the most awkward things. He's already forgotten about me. God has given me ten carefree years of soaring success..."
As she spoke, her eyes reddened and she choked up, "Does this mean we have to take it all back little by little from now on?"
Helpless, Song Zhizhu turned to Alai and said, "Come on, try to persuade your aunt. Maybe she's just getting old, and all her previous cultivation isn't working anymore. I thought she was the most open-minded among us. I overestimated her."
Ah Lai looked at Song Chunxue and spat the date pit onto the ground. "Aunt, life and death are predestined and wealth is determined by fate. You have already given us a good life. As the saying goes, when one person attains enlightenment, even their chickens and dogs ascend to heaven. Because of you, Aunt, my mother even paid someone to pull wheat."
“We’ve all been enjoying the good life because of you. It would be so unfair if you lived any longer.” A-Lai jumped onto the low wall by the roadside. “Auntie, I think you’ve been going through something recently and you’re feeling really sad. That’s why you’re so upset about my aunt’s passing.”
As he spoke, Alai looked at her carefully and said, “Judging from your face, you must still be troubled by your past love affair and still have an obsession with Lord Xie. That’s why you can’t think straight when you encounter this situation.”
"After you bury your second aunt, you should go and resolve your inner conflicts so that you can focus on your spiritual practice."
Song Chunxue looked away, "You've learned from Master Zhang, you're quite good at making things up."
“I’ll go buy a pair of scissors, some more yellow paper, and a rubbing of paper money, and get more paper money for your second aunt.” Her mood had calmed down considerably. “If we can’t afford a big house while we’re alive, we’ll burn more maids for her when she dies. Let’s go to the paper money shop and buy her the kind of paper money that rich people have.”
“Didn’t you say you had another apprentice who went to buy a coffin? If he bought a paper one, don’t buy the same one twice, or the King of Hell will punish you.” Song Zhizhu pointed to the street not far away. “Let’s make money first, paper money isn’t urgent.”
Song Chunxue laughed, "Second Brother, who told you that even the King of Hell cares about this?"
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