Don't cry now, kneeling on the ground, staring at those ferocious faces, muttering the words "I'm sorry".
However, more than ten years of forgetting and more than ten years of waiting cannot be made up for by just three words, nor can it be made up for thousands of times.
Golden Requiem: Alas, I don’t know what to say at the moment. I can only say that he really forgot, but he really didn’t take it to heart.
Nether Mania: Maybe it was because of the turn of events that I got a little carried away.
Qingse: No matter what, he failed these spirits and was wrong.
Everyone was talking at this time and asked without crying: "How can I compensate them now?"
"They have been suppressed for a long time, and it is not easy to send them away. It not only requires rebuilding the cemetery and moving the bones.
And they have to recite sutras every day. After a year, they may be allowed to go to the land of the netherworld.
And this sutra needs to be recited by you yourself."
Bu Cry listened to this without any ambiguity, nodded and said: "I understand, this is my responsibility, I will do it.
I have decided that they gave me a new life at the most important time in my life.
Not to mention one year, it should be ten or eight years. I will renovate the tomb properly, and before they leave, I will live nearby and accompany them by chanting sutras every day.
This time, I won’t forget or neglect again.”
The eyes that don't cry are full of determination, and it seems that he has made up his mind.
Tang Sanmu nodded: "Since you said that, I will help you in a while, choose a place with better feng shui nearby, and design a drawing of the tomb.
When the time comes, let the breath flow and the feng shui go smoothly, and the violent energy in the spirit body can be slowly purified."
Bu Cry hurriedly thanked them. The fear in his eyes as he looked at those ferocious faces was no longer there, but he was mumbling with expectation: "Maybe one day, we can gather around the fire and have a long talk."
After saying that, Bu Cry rewarded Tang Sanmu a lot, and then hung up on Lian Mai.
If you don't cry, we can just do the site selection and other things later. Jiang Feng had already fallen asleep in the car.
After driving for such a long time, I was naturally very tired. I only rested for a while at night when I was woken up by the old woman.
Now his mouth is slightly open and he is snoring softly.
Tang Sanmu also said hello to his friends, hung up the live broadcast, turned around, and climbed onto the car lightly.
Sitting cross-legged, staring above, the cool breeze blew by, and the sudden stars became brighter and brighter.
They were gathering and sinking, as if they were about to come to the ground at any time.
Tang Sanmu stared at the star for a while, then slowly closed his eyes. It wasn't until about five o'clock the next morning that Jiang Feng opened his eyes and let out a long breath.
Tang Sanmu also seemed to feel something in his heart, opened his eyes and jumped out of the car.
"How are you, Brother Feng, are you resting well?"
"Not bad." Jiang Feng stretched his muscles and had a comfortable expression on his face.
Then he said: "Have you solved the problem of not crying when I accidentally fell asleep last night?
What happened in the end?"
"I admire Brother Feng for being able to sleep in such a lively atmosphere." After finishing speaking, Miki slowly recounted what happened last night.
As he spoke, the car started and was driving on the road.
On the way, Tang Sanmu completed the site selection and drawings that he promised not to cry.
At about 12 o'clock in the afternoon, the two came to Jiang Feng's house.
I thought I would eat something first, but I didn't expect two people to come over in Jiang Feng's yard with anxious expressions on their faces.
The courtyard was originally quiet, but when the two people ran over, the quiet atmosphere was suddenly disturbed.
One of them accidentally bumped into a branch of a tree, causing a few leaves to fall and stagger to the ground.
Jiang Feng slammed the table suddenly, frowned and said, "What's going on with you two? Are you in such a hurry? What kind of evil has you possessed?"
Tang Sanmu stared at the ground for a while, then suddenly said: "It's not that he was possessed by evil spirits, but something happened to his wife.
When the leaves fall and the hexagram Liu Yin rises, the wife falls into the netherworld and suffers a great calamity.
The leaves fell, by coincidence, six leaves in total.
The six leaves have negative and positive aspects, but they are exactly the unfavorable aspects of the wife.
And look at the lines on the leaves, they look like ghostly threads, like ghost mountains, which is an ominous sign and is associated with the underworld.
But there is still a leaf with more complicated lines inside, but there is a clear and clear line running through the hidden lines."
Jiang Feng was stunned for a moment, then observed it carefully, and said helplessly: "Brother Tang, isn't this a bug?"
“Why can’t bugs be the thread that runs through everything?
The lines in the leaves are like roads, and the bugs are like the wind passing through the roads.
It is presented here with great meaning, and it is about a ray of light before the gate of hell.
It’s just that I haven’t figured out what this light means.”
"Could it be just an ordinary bug by chance, with no deep meaning?" Jiang Feng asked.
But then he patted his mouth lightly: "Yes, yes, I must say that everything in the world is inevitable and there are no accidents, right?"
Tang Sanmu nodded with a smile, then picked up a leaf.
The bug was still crawling, like a vehicle driving through the passage.
"Brother Feng is right. Moreover, the leaves that are touched are just enough to form a hexagram.
How could the bugs above be an accident?"
The two people looked at each other, and before they could finish speaking, Tang Sanmu had already said everything in their hearts.
They knelt on the ground and said hurriedly: "Master Tang is right, our wife is sick, suffering from an evil disease, a very strange evil disease.
Please help! Otherwise, I’m afraid someone will die!”
Jiang Feng scratched his head and asked curiously: "Your wife?"
Are you two talking about...one person or two people?"
The two hurriedly said: "Brother Feng, our two wives have a very good personal relationship on weekdays, and we often make appointments to go out together.
This time the two of them went on a trip together, but things didn't feel right after they came back."
Jiang Feng then nodded. Both of them were Jiang Feng's subordinates, so they had naturally heard about Tang Sanmu's abilities for a long time.
So I waited near Jiang Feng's house early in the morning, and when they came back, I quickly rushed in.
Jiang Feng said: "Then I understand, doesn't the falling leaves represent death?
Leaves fall and people wither.
Insects lying on leaves are just a glimmer of life for dead things, aren't they?
Does it mean that you are here looking for the life in death? In other words, Brother Miki is the life you are looking for?"
When Tang Sanmu heard what Jiang Feng said, he was a little surprised and said: "Brother Feng, you are so knowledgeable.
It seems that I have read a lot of books on metaphysics recently."
Jiang Feng chuckled: "I have been with you for such a long time, so naturally I have developed a deep interest in these things.
If you have nothing to do, just look it up by yourself. I was just talking nonsense. What's wrong? Are you right?"
Tang Sanmu shook his head: "It's not entirely true, Ye Chengfeng is like a lonely boat, and the lonely boat shows no signs of life.
Let's go, let's go see the patient first and then talk about the meaning of this hexagram."
After finishing speaking, Jiang Feng's two men led the way to a building.
"Our two wives are together now, at the home of a famous goddess nearby.
After all, Brother Miki is very busy every day. If nothing happens, we don’t dare to trouble easily..."