"Master!"

"Master!"

Many Taoists rushed into the Bishan Hall.

I saw the old Taoist sitting cross-legged. Except for lowering his head, there was nothing unusual about him. His beard and hair were clean, his face was red and he seemed to be smiling, but his vitality and Taoism had quickly faded.

"Master!"

Everyone was originally enjoying themselves, but when something happened suddenly, they didn't react and were at a loss.

Only the senior brother seemed to have known it for a long time and was the calmest. He immediately said: "Don't panic, fourth junior brother, please quickly invite your friends to go to Xianyuan Temple. Master Wangjizi is welcome!"

"Yes! Go and invite Mr. Wang Jizi!"

"good!"

The fourth senior brother hurriedly ran outside.

With the sound of a bamboo flute, an eagle came and flew to Xianyuan Temple with a letter.

According to the custom here, when someone dies, the most virtuous person from relatives, friends and neighbors should be invited to take charge of the affairs after the death. When the master passed away, the first thing everyone thought of was Master Wangji.

Looking at the moving mountain hall at this time, the senior brother has also learned the ability to know people's fate. He probably already knew it, so he is the calmest. The second senior brother is calm by nature and quickly calmed down. He just stepped forward and fought for the master again.

After adjusting his Taoist robe and appearance, the third senior brother just sighed. The fourth senior brother, the fifth senior brother, the sixth senior brother and the seventh senior brother who walked back to the Banshan Hall all felt suddenly and stood there at a loss.

The little junior sister stood at the door of the hall with a dull look on her face.

Lin Jue couldn't help but sigh.

"Junior brothers and sisters, there is no need to be sad. Master had known about this, and you and I had already noticed it in our hearts, so why should we shed tears?" Senior Brother said, "It's time to do something."

Everyone turned to look at him.

Lin Jue felt vaguely like he had when he first went up the mountain. At that time, he and his junior sister were restless and at a loss. The senior brother was also the same, and he found a lot of things to do for the two of them.

It happened to be in this moving mountain palace.

Then I heard the senior brother say:

"Second Junior Brother, please write a letter and inform the many uncles and Master's old friends. Third Junior Brother, please take some gifts and go to the mountains to ask birds, birds and spirits to help deliver the letter. The road is difficult to find, so please take care of them."

The second senior brother and the third senior brother all went out.

"The fourth junior brother and the fifth junior brother will carry out the master's coffin and clean it. The sixth junior brother and the seventh junior brother will sweep the yard and decorate the Taoist temple." The senior brother paused as he said, "If you don't know how to decorate it, just wait until Wangjizi says.

Come, I will ask him for advice when he comes."

"good!"

"Junior brother and sister, it's up to you to prepare the fasting meal." After the senior brother finished speaking, he looked at the waiting cat outside, "I will go to receive the fourth aunt's grandma first."

"knew."

Lin Jue patted the junior sister on the shoulder.

The junior sister turned around with a dull look on her face, followed him, and walked out of the gate of the Banshan Palace. She turned around and looked back, but after taking two steps, she passed the door and could no longer see the scene in the palace.

Lin Jue's mood at this time was complicated and difficult to describe.

This is my fifth year on the mountain.

When I come to this world, the elder I have spent the longest time with is undoubtedly this master, and he has nothing to say about his own character or treatment of me. Just talking about my relationship with him, I am afraid it is better than that between his uncle and his aunt.

cousin.

However, in a hurry, if there was a spring of sadness in my heart, it was not there. Instead, it was more of a dull feeling of reluctance and regret.

I don’t know whether it was because I was prepared in advance, or because the incident happened so unexpectedly that I didn’t react.

I don’t know what’s going on with my junior sister.

But what I do know is that in this world, Master is probably the first person who is kind to her.

"Canopy..."

There was a fire in the stove.

It only took a short time for Taoist Master Wang Jizi of Xianyuan Temple to arrive here. Seeing Taoist Yunhe who had passed away, he did not say anything, but calmly and calmly commanded the senior brothers in the temple to follow local customs and regulations.

The rules of the Taoist sect were followed, and the choices were made according to the Taoist's temperament, and he took care of his master's funeral affairs with all his heart.

Taoists from other Taoist temples in Xianyuan Temple arrived later, followed by Taoist priests from Danding Sect from Jiulong Temple whom Lin Jue had not seen twice, and then Taoist priests from other Taoist temples in Yishan that they had hardly seen before.

Animals from the mountains came and stood at the door, or jumped up on the courtyard walls and eaves to look inside the palace. Birds also came, most of them parked on the roofs, and some stood on the pines in the courtyard to say goodbye to the old man.

There are also many mountain spirits and monsters coming.

There is a cool breeze that lingers around the beams, and I don't want to leave for a long time.

The eldest brother takes care of them. No matter what thoughts or emotions they have in their minds at this time, they are all hidden in this small kitchen room. The senior brothers are busy in the courtyard, the guests are arriving one after another, and the hurried footsteps

Conversations and discussions with different voices seemed to be blocked out.

Another colorful raccoon cat ran into the kitchen room, jumped into the little junior sister's arms and nestled in her, as if to accompany and comfort her.

The fox was also by Lin Jue's side.

After a long time, he heard his junior sister call him:

"Senior brother."

Lin Jue was cooking a vegetarian meal. He looked up at her and saw that her expression was still dull and her eyes were clear. She scratched her head and asked him, "Tell me, am I dreaming?"

…

Seven days of vigil.

It is not for the purpose of reciting sutras for salvation, not for the soul to come back, nor is it to follow the secular etiquette and show the disciples' filial piety to the master to outsiders, it is simply to wait for the old friend to come.

Within seven days, seven master uncles rushed back one after another.

There were two senior uncles that Lin Jue had seen before, and six other senior uncles that he had never seen before. The farthest one was thousands of miles away, but he managed to come back within a few days.

Seven days later, he raised his coffin and went up the mountain.

After leaving Fuqiu Temple and walking up the mountain, there is an inconspicuous path that does not lead to the top of the mountain, but to a forest in the back mountain. There are already many tombs here. The new ones can be seen as tombs, and the old ones can be seen.

It has long become an uneven ground.

This is the burial place of the ancestors of Fuqiu Temple.

When the noisy mountain wind came, the clear sound of blowing was blown far away, and the disciples carried the coffin away.

There were many pairs of eyes watching silently in the woods on both sides, and countless birds were parked on the treetops on the left and right, accompanying them step by step. A dozen cats followed in a long string behind them.

"This is it." Senior Brother pointed to an ordinary grave covered with grass in front of him. The mountain door had been opened, and there was just a square hole inside. "Master built this himself."

Seeing his calm expression, Lin Jue couldn't help but wonder, would he also build one for himself in a few years?

"Lost the coffin!"

Wangjizi Taoist shouted.

Many apprentices carefully carried the coffin over, but when they were about to put it down, something strange happened——

No matter what, the coffin couldn't be put down.

"Um?"

"What's going on?"

"Master, do you still have any unfulfilled wishes?"

Everyone was a little confused.

Lin Jue was also one of those who carried the coffin. At this moment, he felt that the coffin weighed a thousand kilograms and was supported by a thousand kilograms of weight from the ground. He could neither lift it up nor put it down.

"Puff puff..."

A crow flew over and landed on the senior brother's shoulder.

Lin Jue recognized that it was the one that had led him and his junior sister to Xianyuan Temple.

Just when everyone was puzzled, they suddenly felt something moving in the forest behind them. When they looked back, they saw an old monk wearing earthy gray robes running up the steep slope through the treetops.

The old monk looked sad and sad, looking tired but in a hurry.

"My old brother..."

As soon as he landed on the ground, he immediately held the coffin and cried, his voice extremely sad.

With a bang, the coffin landed on the ground.

"I see……"

Lin Jue looked at the old monk and knew in his heart.

This should be the old friend who, after Master attended the Qiyun Mountain Festival and knew that his life was short, traveled thousands of miles to meet him, right?

The old monk's voice became increasingly sad.

Everyone seemed to be affected by it, sadness and sorrow poured out one after another, and everyone shed tears.
To be continued...