: Hundreds of Ghosts and Disasters

Author: An Huajun

Ji and Zhengdao said: "Mengdu has passed away, and the reward will be given to his parents. In the future, my father will have to work hard to clean his temple and perform sacrifices. My father will naturally know many things in the future. The most important thing now is to bury his body.

Have you found a good cemetery?"

Father Meng said: "My family has been common people for generations. After death, I just find a piece of land to bury it. It's not valuable in the countryside."

Ji Yuzheng said hurriedly: "This won't work. How can we do it?"

Huazhou had just been recovered, and Ji Yuzheng had just arrived a few days ago. As soon as he arrived, he encountered the matter of Mengdu. He was unfamiliar with the place and was in a hurry. If the Xuanfu Division had not made very detailed regulations on the funeral of the guards, Ji and Zheng would have

Don't even know what to do.

Not long after, Mengdu's mother arrived. Seeing Zhizhou, she hurriedly bowed and saluted.

Ji Yuzheng hurriedly supported him and said, "It'll be good if Madam is here. It's not early, let's get on our way early."

After saying that, he ordered the people behind him to set off, carrying Mengdu's coffin and walking towards the village.

Ji Yuzheng was a little annoyed when he encountered such a thing as soon as he took office. However, he knew that this matter was very important to Xuanfu Division, so he did not dare to neglect it at all.

The road into the village was very narrow, and the people who carried the materials were cautious before entering the village. As soon as they entered the village, the musicians started playing music again.

There were no fixed funeral tunes in this era. Xuanfu Si took a mixture of northern Shaanxi minor tunes, military music, etc., and stipulated the tunes to be used at funerals under this regulation. This form of performance is still an advocacy. It is just because most of them are used

Military music sounds more majestic.

In the rural areas of Guanzhong, there were frequent wars and there were no ancestral halls. The coffin was parked in front of Meng's house and a shed was set up, and it was very lively with people coming and going.

Father Meng saw some officials coming and going, and he didn't know what they were busy with. The usual funeral etiquette in rural areas was completely useless. Ji Yuzheng had his own way, and he seemed a bit redundant.

Ji Yuzheng took a sip of tea and took a breath. He got up and went to the courtyard. He saw Meng's father standing by the courtyard door, looking at the busy people in confusion. This was supposed to be his son's funeral, but at the funeral, he looked like

He is an outsider.

Walking to the door, Ji Yuzheng said: "Dad, Mengdu's tomb should be in an auspicious place. In addition to burial, a temple should be built for officials to offer sacrifices. I don't know if there is a suitable place in this village. Let's first

Go and have a look.”

Father Meng said: "Where can we find a place like this in our small village? Besides, if you want to choose a cemetery, don't you first have to see your husband?"

Ji and Zhengdao: "The Secretary of Xuanfu specially told me not to find Mr. Mengdu. He was a hero of the army and a national hero. Naturally, there should be no evil in the place where he is buried. All ghosts can ward him off. As long as the coffin falls on the ground, it will naturally be an auspicious place. It was created by heaven and earth."

generally."

"Ah -" Meng's father opened his mouth wide. Although his son is a little different from others, if he is said to be a born hero, he doesn't look like it. How come in Zhizhou's mouth, it is like the stars in the sky descending to earth?

Fairy figures.

Ji Yuzheng saw that Meng's father was a little confused and didn't understand what he meant. He said, "This village is called Chuantou Village. What can I say?"

Father Meng said: "Because the village is next to Luoshui River and there is a ferry at the ferry, people called it this."

Ji Yuzheng saw that Father Meng really couldn't say anything and had no choice but to order someone to call Li Zheng and Quming.

After talking about it, Li Quming said: "If it is said that Feng Shui is good, it is naturally the highland to the east of the village. It has mountains on its back and water on its side. The Feng Shui master said that there is the harmony of Yin and Yang and the place where wind and rain meet. It is a pity that it is not facing south.

But—"

Ji Yuzheng hurriedly stopped him and asked, "Just tell me whether the transportation is convenient there. There is no need to use yin and yang to bury the guards."

Li Quming said: "It is opposite the Luoshui Ferry, so the transportation is naturally convenient."

"Okay, take me to see it!" Ji Yuzheng stopped talking and followed Li Quming to the east of the village.

I saw that this place is facing the Luoshui Ferry in the west, and a north-south road passes in front of the stage. The transportation is indeed very convenient. The village is right behind, not far away. There is a huge mountain to the west, with mountains behind and water on the other side.

After reading it again, Ji Yuzheng nodded and said: "This is it. In a while, people will come to see where the burial is, where the temple is built, and how it can be convenient for the villagers. Now the coffin is parked in the village. In the past few days, Mengdu's life has been engraved on it.

Statue, build a sacrificial temple here. Three days later, he will be officially buried!"

Li Quming came forward and whispered: "Zhizhou, are you really building a temple? I don't know what kind of temple it is?"

Ji Yuzheng looked at Li Quming and said to him: "Mengdu has the honor of protecting the army, so it is natural that it should build a Martyrs' Shrine. There is one here and one in the state. The Martyrs' Shrine in the state is to worship those who have made great contributions to the country, especially those who have made great contributions to the country.

Soldiers, led by Mengdu, accompanied by meritorious officials."

Li Quming couldn't help but stick out his tongue: "Isn't that the same as the City God?"

Ji Yuzheng said impatiently: "Of course it is different from the City God. What the guards worship is his awe-inspiring aura, and it is the affairs of the Yang world. The things of the underworld are the City God. We live in the Yang world, how do we know the things of the underworld?"

After saying that, he shook his head and strode towards the village.

In fact, Ji and Zheng often confuse this kind of official sacrifice with the city god, not to mention the folk. However, the sacrifices at the Chung Martyrs Shrine are sacrifices in the world of the dead, and the merits of the world are not involved in the underworld stories. As long as you grasp this point, you will not be confused with the city god.

Confuse.

At this time, many tents and work sheds had been erected in front of Meng's father's house. Many craftsmen were busy inside.

Father Meng stood aside, wondering what these people were doing and what it had to do with him. Today he thought he would welcome his son back to his coffin for burial, but how could he have thought that so many things would happen? These people were at home, and he didn’t know whether to care about their food.

, even the tea is a bit unmanageable.

When he saw Zhizhou coming back, Meng's father hurriedly went to greet him. When he arrived, he didn't know what to say and seemed embarrassed.

Ji Yuzhengdao: "Dad, Mengdu has a lot of reward money, I don't know how to give it to you?"

As soon as he heard Qian Meng's father, he became energetic. He hurriedly asked: "Are there many other ways? Shouldn't it be that you hand over the money with one hand and I reach out to catch it?"

Ji Yuzheng smiled and said: "Of course not. More than a thousand guan of money is too heavy to carry. I have a few methods here for your reference. The first is that I will give you the newly printed Luoyang Huizi. After you accept it,

Just go and spend whatever you want——"

Father Meng was startled: "I heard from business people that in recent years, Xiangyang huizi has been used outside, and it is very popular. In big cities such as Huazhou, I heard that it takes 1,100 yuan to exchange for 1,000 yuan.

Zi. What, is it also printed in Luoyang now?"

Ji Yuzhengdao: "Xuanfu has moved from Xiangyang to Luoyang, and now he is naturally the Huizi of Luoyang."

Father Meng shook his head: "People from the countryside don't understand these things. If Luoyang Huizi is as good as Xiangyang Huizi, I can accept him."

After hearing this, Ji Yuzheng was choked and speechless for a long time. Huizi is the same Huizi. Changing the seal in another place would cause great misunderstandings in the countryside. After a while, he said: "There is another one."

There is a way. In a few days, the bank will set up a branch in Pucheng County. I will deposit the money for you in the bank. You can take the deposit receipt to the bank to withdraw the money at any time when you want to use it. If you deposit it in the bank, you will still get some interest for a year."

Father Meng lowered his head and thought for a while. He couldn't figure out what a bank was. There was interest every year, so could it be lending? He came from a country family and didn't understand that, let alone dare to do it. He said: "If it is convenient, it is better to give it to Huizi from Zhizhou."

.”

Ji Yuzheng had no choice but to say: "Okay, I will give you the money later. Dad, I keep the money at home now, so be careful."
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