Chapter 988 Is it okay to be a donkey?
On the desolate hillside, withered grass covered the yellow earth, and in February, there was not a trace of green in sight.
The short, withered grass covering the mountains cannot conceal the desolation and vicissitudes of the mountains.
Led by her second sister, Song Chunxue arrived at a patch of yellow earth halfway up the mountain. The grave mounds were low and the weeds were not growing much.
There were indeed traces of sheep trampling on the grave, otherwise the grass wouldn't be so short.
There was no trace of paper around, indicating that no one had come to pay their respects at this grave for a long time.
"Where are your children? Don't they ever come to visit your grave during Qingming Festival?"
“They’ve all moved away, I don’t know where they went. I’ve rarely heard from them in recent years, I guess his father remarried, otherwise they wouldn’t have broken off the relationship so abruptly.”
The people here are poor, but every Qingming Festival they will buy a few sheets of white paper, cut them into strips, bury them in the graves, and pour three baskets of fresh soil on the graves.
But here, it seems like an abandoned graveyard that no one cares about.
Master Zhang examined the area around the gravesite. “The feng shui here isn’t exactly good, but it’s not bad either. There are no rat holes and no water damage.”
As he spoke, he squatted down, took out a stack of yellow paper with scriptures inscribed on it from his sleeve, burned it, and then took out a few blank yellow papers that he had folded. While burning them in front of the grave, he recited a passage of scripture in a low voice.
Song Chunxue threw a large bag of paper money in front of the fire, seemingly lost in thought.
Song Chunxiang lit incense, placed snacks in front of the grave, and offered a cup of white wine on the ground.
"Your eldest sister is short of clothes, did she bring any winter clothes?"
These words made the Song sisters both look at Master Zhang.
"You can see her?" Song Chunxue rubbed her eyes. "Why can't I see her now?"
If it were a few years ago, Song Chunxiang would have felt a chill run down her spine and her scalp tingle with fear upon hearing such a conversation between the two of them.
But now, she feels like she's half-buried in the ground, and hearing this warms her heart.
This proves that the eldest sister knew they were coming here, and that she has spirits of fallen heroes here.
Do you want to see it?
"Yes," Song Chunxue said, no longer afraid. "I want to see her."
Having been given a second chance at life, not being able to see her eldest sister is her biggest regret.
"Come forward." Zhang Daochang pressed his thumb on his ring finger and rubbed his finger sword across Song Chunxue's brow. "Open your eyes."
The other younger disciples climbed to higher places, so even if they heard it, they weren't surprised.
"May I take a look?"
When Song Chunxiang saw Lao Wu staring at the open space in front of her with tears streaming down his face, she made a request to the Taoist priest.
Master Zhang shook his head slightly, "Opening one's eyes can harm an ordinary person's health. It's enough that you know she's here."
Her spirit was weak to begin with, and her yang energy was not abundant. She was already on a long downward slope and had no more than ten years of life left. It was better not to look at her.
...
Lord Zhao and Taoist Han closed their eyes to rest on the mountaintop, neither of them speaking.
Several young children had already run down the mountain. Lord Zhao opened his eyes and saw that the group halfway down the mountain had begun to walk down. Without hesitation, he got up and jumped off the embankment.
Damn it, Master Han hasn't uttered a single word since he got up this morning. He thinks he might have gone too far last night and angered the old snake, so he plans to stay away from it.
"Does Lord Zhao consider himself your young apprentice? Aren't you afraid of twisting your ankle if you jump down?"
Master Han's clear, cold voice rang out, and Lord Zhao almost twisted his ankle.
He quickly regained his composure, put his hands behind his back, and turned to look at Master Han indifferently, "It's alright, it's alright, I'm still young."
"..."
"Aren't you going down the mountain?"
Master Han looked down at him, his eyes filled with an indescribable pressure, as if he would reach out and slap the top of his head at any moment.
Lord Zhao reacted quickly, bowing and saying, "I'm sorry, I was truly offended last night. Please forgive my rudeness, Daoist Master."
“I will not accept an apology that is not sincere.” He squatted down and looked up at the jade thumb ring on his hand.
Lord Zhao understood that they were clearly asking him for favors.
Moreover, anything that can be acquired by Master Han is not ordinary; it must be something he cherishes.
But if someone tries to take advantage of their age, he can't beat them.
He gritted his teeth, "Please enlighten me, Daoist Master."
"I want that piece of land outside the capital."
Land in the outskirts of Beijing?
Zhao Jin's heart skipped a beat; it was truly unexpected.
"What would you, a cultivator, need land for?"
Master Han slowly walked down the mountain, and upon closer inspection, he found that his feet were stepping on empty air.
"Aren't you also a cultivator?"
That's true, but what does he want the land for?
“I promised someone that this land, which they used to live on, is now your territory.” Turning his gaze away from the endless mountains, Master Han said gently, “I’ve never had a chance to tell you. It was a little demon who had followed me for hundreds of years. This is to fulfill one of his wishes.”
It's just a piece of land, why go through all this trouble, only speaking up legitimately after offending him? Master Han is really good at keeping his composure.
This realization baffled Zhao Jin.
"It's just a matter of a word. If Master Han had brought it up earlier, how could I have refused?" Zhao Jin turned to look at the carriage below the mountain. The group of people was almost there, and only the two of them were missing.
“Come on, if you don’t like jumping around, I’ll carry you on my back.” He leaned down slightly and lifted you up with both hands. “Otherwise, you’ll slide down like a ghost, and people who see you will be so scared they’ll have nightmares.”
Master Han pondered for a moment, "You want to be my horse?"
"..." This is so tedious. Lord Zhao turned his head and said irritably, "Fine, I'll just be a donkey then."
“Okay.” He immediately jumped onto his back, but it didn’t feel like much weight. He patted him on the shoulder and said, “Jump. I want to see how well you can jump.”
"..." This guy is really something, he's such a sucker for taking advantage of others.
He's so quick to talk, he's like a horse trying to catch a donkey even when it's not good enough, I'm speechless.
During this trip, he felt that his cultivation had not improved, but rather that he had become more down-to-earth.
Honestly, he's with two country bumpkin junior brothers who love donkeys.
He drew his longsword and leaped and glided down from the highest point of the desolate mountain, the wind whistling past his ears, giving him an exhilarating experience.
He suddenly ran in front of the carriage and almost couldn't stop.
The apprentices at the foot of the mountain were stunned, their mouths agape in a mixture of envy and regret.
"Oh my, how come I didn't think of that? This is how you should play on a hillside."
“That’s right, we young people don’t have as many ideas as our master. Next time, let’s go down the mountain like this.”
“Then carry me on your back, just like Master carried Master Han.”
"Are you drunk? You want me to carry you? Do you have the skills of Master Han? We'd just end up falling over."
"Don't worry, if you fall over, I won't lie on my back."
"Stop right there, or I'll slap you."
Hearing his apprentices bickering, Lord Zhao said sternly, "What's all this fuss about? Get in the carriage quickly. We still need to visit your uncle's parents' graves. Don't delay us."
After Master Han and Lord Zhao got into the carriage, Song Chunxue suppressed a smile, glanced at her senior brother, and said to her second sister, "Let's go see our parents."
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