Chapter 49 The Evil Daughter Who Was Driven Away
The old man handed the money to Zhang Xiaojia, but Zhang Xiaojia pushed it back.
There is one kind of money that a fortune teller must never accept, and that is money from a dying person.
The old man laughed heartily, which made people feel open-minded and calm. He said with emotion, "It seems that my time is coming to an end!"
Zhang Xiaojia quickly stood up and gently poured the old man a cup of steaming hot tea. The tea rippled gently in the cup, emitting bursts of delicate fragrance.
The old man picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said to Zhang Xiaojia with a smile, "Little girl, no, I should call you Little Master now! When I went to see the doctor before, they told me I only had six months to live. I am ninety-five years old this year, and I have experienced many ups and downs in my life, but there is always a regret in my heart that I cannot make up for. I wonder if you can help this old man fulfill his wish?"
Zhang Xiaojia also responded with a warm smile, "Old man, please feel free to ask. As long as it is within our Taoist ability, all Taoists will do their utmost to help you solve your problems!"
The old man slowly told his story.
In 1944, it was a time of war. He was just an ordinary soldier of the 178th Division of the 47th Army of the Sichuan Army.
At that time, the entire battle situation was tense and critical, and their regiment received a vital task - to cover the safe evacuation of 400,000 friendly troops in order to preserve our army's precious manpower.
Time was running out. On May 12 of the same year, an order arrived at their regiment like a whirlwind. Their superiors demanded that they quickly occupy the mountainous terrain near Xin'an Iron Gate, capitalize on the favorable terrain, build a solid defensive line, and resolutely block the enemy's pursuit, ensuring that friendly forces could smoothly cross the Longhai Railway from north to south and successfully evacuate the battlefield.
However, everyone knew this blocking battle would be a brutal one, practically a fight for their lives. As long as their commander decisively led his troops in a retreat, saving their lives would be easy. Our commander decided: Hold our ground! Even to the last man, we would not retreat a single step, resolutely completing the arduous mission of covering the evacuation of our allies.
Determined to fight to the death, the entire regiment rushed to their designated location. At Niuxinzhai, they encountered the ferocious Japanese army. A fierce battle ensued, the roar of gunfire deafening, the cries of death resounding through the air. Every inch of ground was stained with blood, and men fell every moment. Yet, the soldiers remained undaunted and bravely fought on.
After a bloody battle, their regiment inflicted a heavy blow on the Japanese, but also suffered heavy losses. In desperation, the regimental commander led his remaining men on a circuitous route, traveling to Chencun, Laojundong, Heshanggou, Magou, and Shanghe. Along the way, they slept in the open air and endured hunger, but they always maintained high morale and tenacious fighting spirit.
May 14, 1944, was a rare sunny day, yet the shadow of war hung heavy over the land. Our regimental commander resolutely stepped forward, drawing the full attention of the vicious Japanese army.
The regimental commander diverted the enemy's attention away from the main force that was urgently evacuating. He led the charge, bravely fighting with his few comrades, constantly holding back the enemy's advance and buying precious and ample time for the main force to evacuate.
Unfortunately, the cunning Japanese army soon discovered the commander's intentions and quickly mobilized troops to surround him and his comrades. Faced with an enemy several times their size and well-equipped, the commander and his comrades did not retreat at all, but instead ignited an even stronger fighting spirit.
With a deafening roar, Japanese planes roared in like birds of prey, dropping a string of deadly bombs. At the same time, various heavy weapons spewed flames, pouring down mercilessly on the regimental commander's position. In an instant, smoke filled the air, flames shot up into the sky, and the entire battlefield seemed to have turned into a hell on earth.
In this brutal bombing, the regimental commander's troops suffered heavy casualties. Many soldiers collapsed in pools of blood, unable to stand up again. But the remaining soldiers still followed closely behind the regimental commander and continued to fight a desperate battle with the Japanese army.
The regimental commander brandished his broadsword, each swing unleashing a storm of blood. He roared, charging into the enemy lines, slaying them wherever he went. Though his body was covered in wounds, the resolve in his eyes never wavered.
However, the disparity in strength between us and the enemy was too great, and after a fierce battle, the regiment commander and his last few comrades were ultimately outnumbered. With their ammunition and food running out, they chose to defend the dignity and honor of their motherland with their own lives.
The old man's face was now filled with tears. His lips trembled as he spoke, "I'm the youngest soldier in this regiment! When I received the order to hold my ground, the regimental commander resolutely sent me back to the rear, keeping me away from that brutal battle. He gave me two tasks..."
Our entire regiment was wiped out and all perished on the battlefield. Now I am the only one left..."
At this point, the old man paused, his thoughts drifting back to those war-torn years. After a long pause, he choked up and continued, "The regimental commander gave me two missions. If a regiment were completely wiped out by the enemy, it would be the greatest shame it could bear. But as long as every soldier remained fighting to the bitter end, the regiment's designation would remain unchanged, and it would surely be rebuilt one day. The other mission was to bring them home."
After saying these words, the old man slowly raised his head, his gaze determined and full of pride looking into the distance, muttering to himself, "Captain, did you see that? I've finally fulfilled your last wish—I've successfully rebuilt our regiment!"
After controlling his emotions and taking a deep breath, Laozi continued, "The news of our regimental commander and his comrades' sacrifice spread quickly. However, the war was urgent, so the regimental commander and his comrades were buried in Henan. But Henan is so big, where exactly are they buried? Almost no one knows."
Over the years, I have searched everywhere, hoping to find his burial place. From youth to old age, I have never found any news about the regiment commander and the soldiers.
Little Master, can you let me take our commander and comrades home?"
Zhang Xiaojia asked, "Old man, do you have the birth dates of your commander or comrades?"
The old man quickly took out a thick stack of documents from his briefcase.
The old man said thankfully, "I brought it."
Zhang Xiaojia's eyes darkened when he got the date of birth document. There was only the year and month, but no day.
The old man saw the look on Zhang Xiaojia's face and asked disappointedly, "Can't you find it?"
Zhang Xiaojia said firmly, "Yes."
Can a ghost
But she had to say yes.
Zhang Xiaojia stood up, bowed towards the west, lit some incense, and burned millet ingots.
Zhang Xiaojia: "Tianyi Sect disciple, Zhang Xiaojia, please come in and see the judge."
A cold wind blew quietly, and a figure in a black robe slowly walked into the yard. In his hand, he held a judge's pen that gleamed with a cold light, giving him an indescribable majesty and solemnity.
Zhang Xiaojia bowed slightly and said, "Your Excellency the Judge, I have something to ask you."
The judge simply dodged to the side, what a joke, this is the Southern Emperor’s wife, who dares to mess with her.
He secretly groaned in his heart, but the judge did not dare to show any negligence on his face. He still responded with a pleasant face: "You are too polite, fellow Taoist. Please speak."
Zhang Xiaojia handed the thick stack of documents in his hand to the judge and asked, "Sir, where did the ghost messengers receive these heroic souls from?"
The judge took the document calmly, then gently tapped the mysterious and majestic judge's pen. In an instant, it seemed as if an invisible force was surging at the tip of the pen, and then, information about the origin of the heroic soul flooded into the judge's mind like a tide.
In just a moment, the judge knew the exact address and told Zhang Xiaojia without hesitation.
"Fellow Daoist, the souls of these people are bound in a barrier. I will send a ghost messenger to take a look."
After hearing this, the old man became extremely excited. He widened his eyes and shouted in disbelief, "How is this possible! I clearly looked for that place myself before, but I didn't find anything!"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaojia couldn't help but look at the old man's face carefully again.
This time, she finally saw some clues. The old man exuded a sense of righteousness and also contained a deep power of merit.
Such a powerful aura makes it impossible for ordinary demons and monsters to get close to him. It seems that the old man has indeed been to that place, but there is an extremely secret and powerful barrier there.
The barrier means that the souls of the deceased have not found peace and they still have things that they cannot let go of.
Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaojia made a prompt decision and quickly took out his mobile phone to contact his elder brother.
Zhang Xiaoqi on the other end of the phone was also shocked after hearing the description of the little idiot, and muttered to himself: "Boundary? Could it be that kind of..."
At that moment, Zhang Xiaoqi was leisurely drinking tea with Xu Yizhi and the others. Upon learning of the emergency, they immediately stood up, cast their Taoist magic, and rushed along the ghost path, rushing to where Zhang Xiaojia was at lightning speed.
Zhang Xiaojia looked at Jiang Haoran from Maoshan, Qin Shu from Quanzhen, Qingfeng from Longhushan, Zhao Zhigang from Longmen, Zhenren Jinjin from Jindandao, Zhenren Yunfeng from Qingwei, and her eldest brother who came together.
Zhang Xiaoqi looked at the documents and the number of people. Since the judge and the ghost messenger had already arrived, they planned to go there via the ghost path as well.
Zhang Xiaojia picked up Zhang Xiaomi and planned to go together.
Zhang Xiaoqi gave a pile of Five Thunder Tokens to Zhang Xiaojia.
Zhang Xiaojia said to the old man, "Grandpa, wait here for my news. We will be back soon."
The old man looked at her, thinking that he would also ask the guard to take him there later, so he nodded.
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