The most bullish Taoist temple in history

Chapter 368, It rains during the Qingming Festival
"Dad, why do you feel that there are so many fewer pilgrims?"

At this time, Li Huan was sitting bored on the steps of the Taoist temple, holding a three-year simulation of the five-year senior high school entrance examination in his hand, pretending to be reading, but his expression was so dazed that he didn't know where he was going.

This is a small gift from Ouyang Li to her new girlfriend. The cute Li Huan still cherishes it very much, but she doesn't know that this is the beginning of the nightmare.
"Because, today is Ching Ming Festival." Li Yu paused, looked at the few, and finally empty halls and said: "This is a taboo, during this period, almost all Taoist temples are closed. "

Li Yu also went to close the gate, this year was the first time it closed so early except for the New Year.

Li Huan was puzzled.

"why?"

Fang Hua on the side suddenly said: "Because this year is the day when the gate of ghosts is open, ghosts are everywhere. According to legend, there will be a lot of ghosts gathered around temples and Taoist temples. If you come to Taoist temples to worship today, it is easy to run into evil spirits, so in order to prevent evil spirits, most of them Taoist temples will be closed today and the most important thing is that today is Qingming Festival, and pilgrims will also go back to their hometowns to visit tombs and worship mountains, your Taoist temple is open, and there is no point in staying here without pilgrims."

At this moment, Fang Hua paused again.

"Besides, people in Taoist temples are also human beings. They are all born of human beings. That is to say, there are blood relatives, family members, and deceased relatives. They also need to use Ching Ming Festival to entrust their thoughts. Holidays, I went back to my hometown to worship the mountains.”

Li Huan looked at Fang Hua with some admiration: "Sister Fang Hua really knows a lot."

"Hmph, that is."

Fang Hua wiped his small nose, looking extremely cute, obviously learned a lot of posture levels from Fang Huamin's memory.

Li Yu didn't deny it, in fact, this was most of the reasons.

"I don't know if there are ghosts around the Taoist temple during the Qingming Festival. However, whether they are Taoists or monks, they are all human beings, and most of them have not cut off their six roots. Tomb-sweeping day is going to be celebrated, so everyone is on vacation today except for some people who must insist on maintaining order in social positions, such as Gu Taisan, he has no vacation to take." Li Yu smiled and sat before the steps.

"Then, do you want to celebrate Qingming Festival?" Fang Hua looked at Li Huan and shrugged, "Anyway, I don't need it."

Where are the parents of the zombies? To put it bluntly, the zombies bred by heaven and earth have no chance to celebrate Qingming for their parents.
After all, the world is dead, and zombies no longer exist.

"I've been with my dad."

Li Huan's father is Li Yu
"Meow."

Xiao Hei is not a human being, but it is a festival for people, or for cats, every day is like a festival.

Li Yu paused and said.

"Well, in theory, I don't have to. After all, my parents don't know where they are going. As for the relatives of my parents, my grandparents and grandparents don't know at all."

"Does that mean we don't have to celebrate Qingming?"

"That's not it either."

Li Yu looked at the sky with some drizzle, and murmured.

"It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and passers-by on the road want to lose their souls. Some people have graves that are ten feet tall and no one cares about them."

"Ching Ming Festival is said to be the season for returning home to sweep graves. In fact, many times, it is also a day for relatives and friends from all walks of life to reunite. In many cases, grave sweeping has become secondary." Li Yu smiled and said: "The living and The day when the living reunite, the day when the dead and the living reunite, between yin and yang, finally meet."

Li Yu was walking in front, followed by Li Huan, Fang Hua, Xiaohei, the two sisters Su Mengqi, and even Nian Beast Xiaobai who didn't know the truth.

The evil spirit Zhang Yiming has temporarily returned to his tomb. Part of his spirit body has been purified in the Taishan seal. While the supernatural power disappears, the influence on the living is gradually weakened. He returns to his tomb, far away. It's okay to look at things like your own son.
A piece of fresh and green grass, except for a few decayed wooden signs that have been erected.

Fang Hua asked.

"where is this place."

"This is the mass grave next to Qiming Mountain." Li Yu said softly, "It's been there since a long time ago. When we celebrated the Ching Ming Festival, we had no family members to worship, so we came here with our parents to transcend this mountain. A lonely ghost with no one to manage in the world."

At this time, Fang Hua was puzzled.

"But there are no ghosts around here."

Fang Hua's red eyes stared at the surroundings. There were no ghosts here, not even a little bit of yin.

Li Yu was not surprised and asked.

"So, those who celebrate the Ching Ming Festival, do you believe that there are ghosts in this world?"

Fang Hua paused and shook his head.

There were enough people who didn't believe in ghosts and gods in the past, let alone modern times, many people simply don't believe that there are ghosts and gods in this world.

"That's right. Many people don't believe in ghosts and gods, but they still go back to their hometown every year to sweep graves and clean grass every year."

"The point is not whether there are ghosts, but whether the thoughts of the dead have been conveyed. Many festivals are like this. The Dragon Boat Festival is to commemorate Qu Yuan, but is Qu Yuan's soul still there? It's not there, maybe his present life is in the past. Living a festival to commemorate oneself, and the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, there are many, many examples.”

Li Yu smiled.

Of course, I know that there are no ghosts here. The age of the tomb is very long, and the ghosts here have already gone to reincarnation.

Li Yu remembered that even the wooden sign on it was replaced by his parents every year, at least let people know that there are still people who have not forgotten their existence.

They are not alone.

Put the brazier on the ground and sweep out a grass-free space around it.

Then put the prepared paper money into the brazier and ignite it.

Recite the scriptures for salvation, and save the lonely souls and wild ghosts that may not exist here.

A gust of wind blows, and the lonely soul of thousands of miles turns into dust and smoke.
Just when Li Yu was saving his life, a middle-aged man appeared here, wearing a gray cloth bunt, sitting under a tree with a confused face, and his body showed a translucent shape.

The appearance of this middle-aged man surprised Li Yu a little.

"How can there be human ghosts?" Li Yun was a little puzzled. With the mountain's eyes, he naturally knew that there were no human ghosts on this mountain.

Since there are no ghosts, what is the scene in front of me?

"Did you see it?"

"I see." Several people said in unison, obviously they all saw the middle-aged brother.

Li Yu stopped the transcendence.

Come in front of this middle-aged man and use the golden eyes on him.

No panels are rendered.

Not a ghost.

Fang Hua looked curiously at the middle-aged man in front of him.

"An unformed spirit? Or something else."

After Li Yu looked at it for a long time, he paused and said, "It's the memory and the thought body."

(End of this chapter)