The mountain road at night is very scary. There is no light in the forest, only a little moonlight shines on me through the gaps in the mountain and forest, as if the sky is turned upside down and the stars are on the ground.
The sound of insects came to mind in the forest, and along with the bursts of rustling sounds, Chen Changsheng arrived at the gate of Zhenlong Mountain.
Nowadays, the gate of Zhenlong Mountain is no longer as grand as it used to be. Perhaps it has been too long and the stone tablets at the foot of the mountain have some traces of wind and frost erosion.
Chen Changsheng went up the mountain, bypassed the Taoist temple, and came to the burial place on the mountain.
It is worth mentioning that there were paper money scattered on the grave. I looked at it and found that it had been scattered recently.
In addition, there is a new grave next to Old Man Huang's tomb. I don't know whose it belongs to.
Chen Changsheng had no time to care. When he arrived at Old Man Huang's grave, he opened the wine bottle, took a sip and then fell in front of the grave.
Chen Changsheng said: "It's not that Chen was stingy and didn't bring any incense, but I wanted to give you three sticks of incense. I was helpless, so I brought some wine and made do with it."
Chen Changsheng found it very strange. He was not a person who liked talking to graves, because he knew very well that the dead could not hear him.
He couldn't help but think that if he didn't know clearly and didn't know, then he would definitely believe that Yanhuang Tower could hear it.
Sometimes the more you understand, the more you lose the essence of things.
But no matter what, Chen Changsheng still wanted to say a few more words.
Just think of it as lying to yourself.
The reason is very simple, I just want to have a few words with that crooked old man Huang.
"Ruyi and Ping An have grown up, Ping Ping An, everything goes well..."
"Qingshan City is much more peaceful now, there is no need to worry anymore..."
Chen Changsheng muttered, saying a lot of things unconsciously.
There are many people worth thinking about.
But even though he was an old friend, most of them actually had a little respect for him. This was different. Only Yanhuanglou was a master with no 'rules'.
Many times, random jokes touched Chen Changsheng's complicated heart, so he cherished this friend very much.
At night, Chen Changsheng couldn't find anything to say. Perhaps he was a little tired, so he propped up his chin and closed his eyes in front of the grave and fell asleep.
In the dream, there was ten cents worth of tea in the tea stall, and I thought of Old Man Huang’s devastated look after losing his money, and I also thought of the steamed buns...
The moonlight recedes and mist rises from the mountains.
Chen Changsheng was awakened from his deep sleep by a rustling sound.
He slowly opened his eyes and turned his head to look.
But I saw a person walking through the mist. After getting closer, I saw that the person was holding incense candles and paper money, as if he was coming to worship.
Chen Changsheng remembered that this person was the master of the temple on Zhenlong Mountain, and his Taoist name seemed to be Zhixuan.
Master Zhixuan was shocked when he saw the man sitting in front of the grave, thinking he had seen a ghost.
But when he saw the person in front of the grave clearly, the fear in his heart was much heavier than before.
"you……"
Master Zhixuan's eyes widened, and then the incense candle paper money fell from his hand. He immediately knelt down and kowtowed.
"The path pays homage to the Immortal!"
Chen Changsheng looked at him and said, "It's too early, what is the real person doing here?"
Master Zhixuan was horrified. He did not expect to see this great immortal here.
He replied honestly: "On the small road, on the small road, I came to pay homage to my friend."
Chen Changsheng looked at the grave beside him, "Is this you?"
"Exactly."
Chen Changsheng then learned about the owner of this tomb from Master Zhixuan.
He was a good friend of Master Zhixuan when he was young and a native of Qingshan City. His surname was Zeng and his given name was Zhi. His family owned a paper shop in Qingshan City.
But later Zhixuan Zhenren came to the Taoism, and because his family ran a paper shop, he could not become a Taoist priest. The Taoist sect always had some strange rules.
"Xiao Dao makes his own decisions and buries his friend here. Please forgive me!"
Taoist Zhixuan was buried here because he thought that his friend would gain some immortality through this, which shows how much he valued his friend. He would rather offend the immortal than seek a blessing for his friend.
Chen Changsheng said calmly: "This mountain does not belong to Chen, and Chen has no control over where he is buried."
Taoist Zhixuan breathed a sigh of relief and then thanked him profusely.
Chen Changsheng looked at him and said, "It seems that the real person is very interested in this friend."
"He is Pindao's childhood friend."
"Is this so..."
"If you really want to pay homage to your friend, go ahead. There is no need to worry about Chen."
Master Zhixuan agreed upon hearing this.
He carefully picked up the incense sticks and paper money that fell on the ground, put them in his arms, went to the grave of his friend, took a fire and lit some paper money to attract incense.
After the incense candle burned, he took out a Dharma bell from his arms.
He stepped on the Seven-Star Gangsteps in front of the tomb and recited scriptures, as if he was performing a ritual.
"jingle……"
The Dharma bells jingle.
Chen Changsheng heard the Taoist scriptures recited by Taoist Zhixuan being very different.
I thought it was a scripture about salvation, but after listening carefully, I found something different.
"...the merits will be added to the body, the soul will return to the limitless, and the death will be peaceful..."
Master Zhixuan was chanting without any distraction.
By the time this ritual was completed, the mist in the mountain stream had dissipated, and Master Zhixuan was covered in sweat, so he sat down to rest.
Only then did Chen Changsheng speak: "The Taoist scriptures recited by real people are probably not just for salvation."
Taoist Zhixuan opened his mouth and said: "Returning to the Immortal is to accumulate blessings, so that the deceased can have a good pregnancy under Jiuyou."
"I see."
Chen Changsheng looked at Old Man Huang's tomb and said, "Thank you, Master, for always giving me some paper money for this old friend of mine."
"No, no, after all, it was Pindao who disturbed Mr.'s old friend first."
"It's okay, he likes the excitement."
Chen Changsheng borrowed some paper money from Master Zhixuan and scattered some.
During this period, Master Zhixuan wanted to speak several times, as if he wanted to ask something.
Chen Changsheng then opened his mouth and said, "You can ask whatever you want, real person."
After hearing this, Master Zhixuan asked: "I dare to ask the immortal, is it really useful to do these things in Xiaodao?"
Chen Changsheng was stunned after hearing this. He thought about it and replied: "It's useful."
Master Zhixuan smiled after hearing this and said, "Thank you so much, Immortal!"
In fact, it was Chen Changsheng who deceived him.
After the person has passed away, it is obviously useless to perform these rituals. It cannot accumulate negative blessings or wish him a good pregnancy.
But sometimes telling lies is not necessarily a bad thing.
This is the only thing Zhixuan can do for his old friend now.
Chen Changsheng said: "It is really a blessing for him to have a friend like Zhenren."
Master Zhixuan was shocked after hearing this, and said quickly: "I dare not take this seriously, I dare not..."
Chen Changsheng smiled warmly and then said: "Chen has come down the mountain. See you soon."
"Congratulations to the Immortal."
As Chen Changsheng walked, he couldn't help but think in his mind.
If you have such a friend, he will choose auspicious days for you whenever important events occur. When you meet your beloved, he will combine your horoscopes to see your marriage. When you have an heir, he will give you a name. If your business is not good, he will read your feng shui. When you are sick, he will help you exorcise evil spirits and heal you.
I will extend your life and receive blessings for you when you are old, choose a good land for you after your death, and even wait for you to go to the underworld to accumulate blessings for you.