Chapter 58 [The human race’s oath, the fire of life burns]

When people encounter big events, their reactions vary.

Some are panicked, some are screaming, some are not caring, and some are calm and calm.

Zhang Jingxu belongs to the last type of person.

He was obviously alert in his heart, but his face was not abnormal at all. Instead, he first looked at the old man's calves and asked with great care: "How is Uncle Liu's injury? Are there any anti-inflammatory drugs?"

The old man looked down and said indifferently for a while: "I can't die, there is no need to worry."

Zhang Jingxu laughed and said, "You are so angry."

As he said that, he approached slightly, bent down and looked down at the old man's calves, carefully observed the bandages on his legs, and asked curiously: "Who bandaged you this? The technique looks pretty straightforward."

With the word "Lisuo", he deliberately emphasized his tone.

The old man subconsciously retracted his calves, his tone became more low-key, and said, "If Captain Zhang is idle, I will have to lie down and recuperate."

He held the grass in his hand and shook it slightly. Suddenly, a warm current blew out, and the two tender leaves swayed gently, clearing the coldness in the whole house.

"In addition to staining the knife with our own blood, we also have to recite a sentence every day..."

"Even people in the officialdom have a rule that it is a festive event when they see a coffin. For example, when an official goes on a patrol, he will encounter someone who is in a funeral. No matter how high the official's rank is, he must be properly celebrating the sedan chair."

But the old man had already shut up and seemed to be ready to remain silent again.

The old man seemed to be in a state of madness and suddenly burst into laughter. His expression was also extremely fanatical, and his eyes were fierce. He looked at Zhang Jingxu and asked, "Captain Zhang, have you heard this clearly?"

He didn't just hear it clearly!

He didn't just hear it clearly...

"To be more precise, it's a knife, and a sentence."

"The whole way north, thousands of miles away, only when I was on the road, I was given the order. Everyone was immediately uproar because the order was too strange."

"And after the road ceremony, the officials must take out a piece of money very solemnly as a thank-you gift for meeting the coffin and give it to the funeral family as a thank-you."

Suddenly he turned to look at Zhang Jingxu, and a strange "hoho" laughed in his throat.

But just a moment later, the old man spoke again, his tone as if he was a memory, and his expression was clearly recalling...

Sure enough, the old man's face was vicissitudes, with obvious sadness, and said, "That year, I was forty years old, and my son was just twenty years old. Suddenly, someone from the county government came to take the booklet and put his name on the battlefield. We, father and son, all of us, were going to serve on the battlefield."

"Every household must be given a resident, and unlike the usual practice, a male student can be allowed to be left in the family, but all of them must be confiscated. Those who are less than fifty years old must be subject to labor service."

Suddenly he took out the "Immortal Stone" from his arms, held it in his hand and raised it slightly, roaring again: "Answer me, answer me, Uncle Liu, don't force me to take action. Zhang really didn't want to kill an old man who had made contributions with his own hands..."

"The cemetery is a house, the coffin is a bed, the corpse is lying in the bed, enjoying the peace of sleep after death."

A buzzing sound!

Zhang Jingxu felt a bang in his mind.

"Or it doesn't need to be built at all, it repairs itself and resurrects like a trick..."

"When people live, the house they live in is a yang house."

But he did not interrupt, but chose to continue listening.

"I'm indeed an old man from that time..."

"Uncle Liu, answer me." Zhang Jingxu roared like thunder, his face full of coldness.

The old man said, with a clear memory on his face, and said, "When I was just sensible, my father often taught me that making longevity materials for others is a matter of merit. And our ancestors have passed on from generation to generation to generation to generation the coffin craftsmanship..."

Zhang Jingxu sneered again and said lightly: "Zhang's actions in his life are the only word "steadiness."

Zhang Jingxu laughed again and said, "You are wrong. How can Zhang be idle? I'm here specifically to ask you about the coffin..."

At the same time, Yun Jingshu spoke quietly and said in a low voice: "There are people in the world, and there are ghosts in the world. Today, I will defend my country, so why fear is life or death..."

"After a person dies, the place where he is buried is a cemetery."

Suddenly his gentle tone changed, his eyes flashed in an instant, and he shouted sternly: "And Zhang remembers it very clearly that the coffin has blown into debris. So, Uncle Liu, can you tell me why it appears intact now?"

For some reason, my eyes were wet, and then there were tears that could not control the surging.

"That was a scary recruitment. The small Yicheng County actually recruited eight thousand people."

The old man sighed slightly, sat indifferently on a small stool, with a very cold expression and obviously unwilling to talk to.

"Learn art, work, grow up, grow up, and then get married and have children."

"The officials are waiting for this shout. After hearing this, no matter how big his official position is, they will give way. They will salute again and say sincerely: I wish the deceased a good journey."

However, the old man's face was bitter, and he sighed and shook his head again, saying, "I said, there is no need to do this."

She looked at Zhang Jingxu with an indescribable gentle look and said softly: "This is a vow, our human vow."

As he spoke, he leaned into his arms again and took out a green grass.

Zhang Jingxu's heart moved and asked softly: "What are you reciting?"

"The war seemed to be very urgent. We didn't even have time to be trained. All the soldiers were only given a knife and then led out of the city."

His face was clearly full of tears, but his laughter was so cunning. "Captain Zhang, do you want to hear the story of an old coffin maker?"

For some reason, the eldest princess also burst into tears and her voice even more faintly said: "Although I am a mortal, I wish to burn my life, burn, burn, burn."

He vaguely felt that the old man was probably going to say something bizarre next.

Zhang Jingxu was slightly stunned and frowned and said, "What did you say? What was back then?"

"And the funeral family will shout in unison: Go out to see the coffin, and be happy to be promoted. You also ask the officials to give way and bid farewell to the deceased to the house..."

In just a moment, tears suddenly flowed.

This time, he deliberately emphasized the word "coffin".

The old man coughed violently again and said tremblingly: "Yes, the yin bed, the living people sleep on the bed, and the dead people sleep on the coffin. Once a person dies, he should have a home after death, and this home is the coffin in the cemetery..."

The next move was like a young guy stroking his lover. He saw his face full of obsession, and his tears became even more surging.

When the old man said this, he was obviously trapped in the past, and the expression on his face faintly showed a fearless heroism.

"When I was very young, my father told me that the coffin is a yin bed, a cemetery, and a yin house."

"That weird order requires us to cut our hands with a knife every day, infect blood every day, and not wipe it off."

"So, whether it is the emperor or the nobles, they have attached great importance to coffins since ancient times. They not only do not get tired of hatred, but also respectfully call it a longevity material."

really……

Zhang Jingxu's eyes turned, looked at the coffin, and murmured softly: "The coffin is a yin bed, a cemetery, and a yin house."

An old man who once made contributions!

As he stopped, he continued, "Talk, Uncle Liu, you just asked me if I wanted to hear the story of the coffin maker. Now Zhang is ready to listen. Have you seen it? I am very steady."

Very stable?

Zhang Jingxu's eyes were cold and he said in a deep voice: "As long as you are willing to say, Zhang promises to listen. But I will do something before listening..."

He said meaningfully: "It's strange to say that this coffin looks familiar. If Zhang remembers correctly, I seem to have just seen it this morning. And..."

The memories on the old man's face became stronger, as if he was muttering to himself, saying, "I have a coffin shop at home, and my ancestors have done this for generations, so I have learned it since I was a child and have slowly mastered this craft."

"The military labor force of a total of 8,000 people was completed in just three days."

Zhang Jingxu looked solemn and said solemnly: "This is not interesting, but a heritage since ancient times. People know etiquette and are the human race."

"Is it because your skills are high enough that you can re-shoot a coffin within half a day?"

The command is too weird?

Zhang Jingxu was surprised and couldn't help but say, "What order is it?"

When the old man said this, he coughed violently a few times, then looked at Zhang Jingxu and asked, "Catcher Zhang, do you think this kind of folk custom is very interesting?"

"You officialdom also have a saying about this ritual that comes down from the sedan chair and is called a road sacrifice, and it is a sacrifice when you meet the road."

Although the old man showed a resistant attitude, Zhang Jingxu seemed to be indifferent. Instead, he smiled and walked to the coffin, pretending to be casually patted.

The old man subconsciously looked at the coffin, looked at the two treasures that were suppressed, and suddenly sighed for the third time, as if muttering to himself: "It's indeed stable enough, it's really stable enough. It's a pity, why isn't it back then..."

The old man shook his head, as if inexplicably sad, and said, "There is no need to be like this..."

This action shows that it is indeed stable enough.

The old man looked at him, raised his hand slightly, and said as if he was a demonstration: "When we were slaughtered, all the soldiers issued a knife, and that strange order was about this knife."

I saw the old man suddenly become excited, and the old dusk aura suddenly cleared.

His voice was high and generous, and he exuded a tragic feeling of thousands of people going, and he said loudly: "That sentence is: People have a world, ghosts have a world, this world is our human world, and evil ghosts are not allowed to occupy and invade. Today, we defend our country, so why fear life or death? Even ordinary people, I am willing to burn my life, burn, burn, burn, burn, hahahaha..."

The human race’s oath?

He stood up from the stool tremblingly, walked to the coffin tremblingly, and then stretched out his hand tremblingly.

Military labor service.

"I originally thought that this life would be so happy and happy. But I never expected that when a person reaches middle age, he would encounter military labor."
To be continued...