The Lin family's mountain is located in the southwest of Beijing. It is only guarded in the autumn when wild ginseng is harvested, and outsiders are not allowed to enter the mountain.
It is usually unattended, and people living nearby can go up the mountain to chop firewood, or pick wild vegetables and fruits.
Before Su Yuanqing came, he thought the mountain road was difficult to travel on, after all, the heavy snow had not stopped this winter.
When he arrived, he found that the journey was much easier than he had expected.
Firstly, the Su family's cemetery wasn't deep in the mountains, but behind a dense forest on the mountainside. Secondly, the imperial court had previously organized soldiers to go up the mountain to chop firewood to keep the people warm, so some areas had been flattened.
Soon, Su Yuanqing found the Su family's cemetery.
There are more than a hundred tombs of all sizes. Starting from the first generation of Pingning Hou, all the direct descendants are buried here.
Therefore, it would be difficult for the Su family to move the grave again. The best way is to buy the Lin family's mountain.
It was still dark, and the surrounding area was densely forested. The wind blew the shadows of the trees, making a rustling sound.
Su Yuanqing was so scared that his legs were shaking. He looked at the shovel in his hand, then at the grave, and stood there for a long time without moving.
Fortunately, it was winter now, and most of the trees were bare except for the pines. If it were summer, this place would be a hundred times more eerie than it was now.
After a while, Su Yuanqing knew that he had to take action.
He put down the shovel, knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times.
"Don't blame me, my ancestors. I did this so that you can lie here peacefully. If you want to blame someone, blame those people from the Lin family. They are so cruel and want us to pay more money."
"I couldn't fulfill the Lin family's wishes, so I asked for your blessing so that I could successfully obtain this mountain."
After Su Yuanqing finished speaking, he knew it was not good to delay any longer. He stood up, picked up the shovel and started working.
If Su Chengye and his brothers were here at this moment, they would definitely be shocked.
Because Su Yuanqing was digging the Su family's ancestral tomb, the soil was frozen and a little hard, and Su Yuanqing dug hard with one shovel at a time.
He dug two graves in a row, in both cases until the coffins were slightly exposed.
Just as I was debating whether to dig another one, I suddenly heard crying. It was the kind of intermittent, babbling sound of a woman crying.
This place was surrounded by mountains and dense forests. Su Yuanqing couldn't even tell where the crying came from, as if the sound came from all directions.
He was so scared that he threw the shovel in his hand, turned around and ran back the way he came.
He remembered the thing in his arms, took it out, threw it behind him and continued running.
The crying sound was still echoing in his ears, and Su Yuanqing even dared to stare at his feet and not look anywhere else.
As I ran, I felt that the crying was getting closer.
He suddenly looked up, as if he saw the White Impermanence in the picture book. Su Yuanqing screamed "Ah", tripped over something, and fell forward.
In a trance, he felt that he was holding onto a piece of wood, and fearing that he would fall to the ground, he held on tighter.
Then I heard the man's harsh voice scolding, "How dare you! Let me go!"
Su Yuanqing was brought back to his senses by the scolding, and then he saw clearly that what he was holding was not a piece of wood at all, but a coffin.
He took two steps back and saw the scene clearly.
There was no such thing as Bai Wuchang. He thought that Bai Wuchang was a filial son or grandson who carried a spirit banner and wore mourning clothes during a funeral.
Su Yuanqing patted his chest and said, as long as they are all human beings.
At this time, the group of people were also glaring at him, and the middle-aged man in the lead helped an old man in his sixties.
The middle-aged man said, "My dear little brother, please be careful when you walk. You have offended my father."
Su Yuanqing took a few looks at the group of people. It was a funeral procession of more than ten people, including two women.
Listening to the way this middle-aged man spoke, he seemed like a scholar. Even when he was angry, his words were polite and courteous.
Looking at the way these people were dressed, they didn't look like they were from a wealthy family. Even the coffins were made of ordinary mahogany.
Su Yuanqing judged in his heart that it must be a small family that was lucky enough to have one or two scholars.
He always treated people differently based on their status, and knowing that the other party was not from a wealthy family, he began to look down on them.
"What do you mean I should keep an eye on it? I think it's unlucky for you to have a funeral so early in the morning."
"Who do you think you are? How dare you talk to me like that?"
"Were you the ones crying just now? If you didn't scare me to death, I'd still come back to settle the score with you."
The leading man frowned and stepped forward to argue, but was stopped by the old man next to him.
The old man shook his head, his voice steady.
"It's all a misunderstanding. Little brother, are you going down the mountain? Go ahead."
Su Yuanqing was unhappy, and said with his arms folded across his chest, half smiling.
"Just because you want me to leave, I'll leave. This road isn't yours, right?"
"You can let me go if you want. Weren't you quite arrogant just now? Kneel down on the ground and apologize to me, and I will forgive you."
As he spoke, he pointed at the middle-aged man in the lead.
The old man, who had a gentle expression just now, suddenly glanced at Su Yuanqing sharply.
"Little brother, what did you say?"
Su Yuanqing didn't realize the seriousness of the matter yet, and snorted, "I said, make him kneel down. Otherwise, don't even think about holding a funeral and burying him today."
The old man suddenly waved his hand, and two people suddenly walked out of the funeral procession, emitting a cold aura.
Su Yuanqing had an illusion that these two people were like Rakshasas who had just returned from hell and stepped on a pile of white bones to return to the human world.
He stepped back repeatedly, "We can talk it over."
Then he turned around and ran down a small path.
The two men wanted to chase after him, but the old man said calmly, "Don't chase them. Let's go see Old Marquis Su first, and then bury the fourth brother."
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