Zhou Yanzhen said immediately: "Sister Song Xiang, wait here, I'll go find the abbot and ask!"

"Then trouble Sister Zhou!" Song Xiang cast a grateful look at Zhou Yanzhen and watched her go to the backyard.

Song Xiang and Feng Mian sent Wei Tingxun to the living room where he lived, and saw Wei Tingxun kneeling on the ground with a pop, kowtow and said, "Thank you so much for helping Tingxun bury his parents in a dignified way!"

"What the girl doesn't know is that a woman from a wealthy family came here earlier and said she was willing to take care of my mother's and father's affairs, but she only put forward a condition, that is, she wanted me to be her concubine. I didn't want to agree. It’s only been delayed until now.”

At this point, Wei Tingxun completely collapsed, hugging his head and crying: "I am a young man from an official family. Although I am down, I am not spineless. How can I be a wife's wife? I don't want to obey her, so she scolds me." I’m a prude!”

Feng Mian took out a handkerchief from his arms and handed it to Wei Tingxun, then lifted him up from the ground and helped him sit down on a stool.

Wei Tingxun wiped his tears, cried for a while, and gradually calmed down in his heart, saying: "After my mother and father died, I always thought that I would go to hell with them. This would be considered a family reunion, but my parents As the son of a man, how could I dare to seek death before the bones are collected? In order to place two thin coffins for them so that their coffins can be buried, I have to live till now and struggle to support them."

"Thanks to meeting the girl today, my parents will not be exposed dead in the forest."

He spoke in a calm and somewhat desolate tone, but Song Xiang could hear infinite sadness in it.

With that said, he stood up and knelt down again.

"Girl, Ting Xun has nothing to repay for your great kindness. He can only pledge himself to her..."

"Don't, don't, don't, don't!" Song Xiang ignored the etiquette between men and women, helped Wei Ting up and said, "Young master is born in a noble family, so you should have a better girl to match you, but don't do it just because I paid to help you bury your parents. And he decided his marriage hastily."

"It doesn't matter if I am born in a noble family. The girl has shown great kindness to me. I am willing to repay the girl. If the girl does not agree, I can only repay the girl's kindness in the next life."

Song Xiang hurriedly said: "Master Wei, don't be depressed. Your mother and father will not want to see you despise life like this. You should live well for them!"

Hearing this, Feng Mian nodded almost imperceptibly and said without any scruples: "At least the young master's mother and father really love him! It's not like my mother-in-law, who is planning every day to send me to my forties." Women do the continuation.”

"Ah?" Wei Tingxun was slightly surprised, and then apologized quickly, "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean it!"

"Nothing!" Feng Mian said expressionlessly, "I am just telling you this to persuade you not to live and die because of your mother and father leaving. Your destiny is in your own hands. I hope you will understand."

While the three of them were talking, Zhou Yanzhen hurriedly came back from the backyard. She said enthusiastically: "The abbot is compassionate and is willing to carve out a piece of land in the back mountain to serve as a cemetery for Mr. Wei, his wife and his husband!"

"Sister Song Xiang, some monks have already opened a cemetery near the thatched hut in the back mountain!"

Wei Tingxun bowed to Zhou Yanzhen and said, "Thank you for your help, lady!"

Zhou Yanzhen waved her hands carelessly: "If you don't have any difficulties when you are away from home, just wait and see. Sister Song Xiang will definitely take care of things for you!"

The three of them waited for another hour before the little novice monk reported that Tao Tou and Hong'er had led the villagers to carry the coffin to the back mountain.

Only then did Song Xiang know that there was a village at the bottom of the back mountain very close to Qingying Temple. Not only was it convenient to go up and down the back mountain, the road was also easier to walk than the front mountain.

Wei Tingxun carried two thin brocade quilts on his back and took Song and Xiang to the grass shed on the back mountain. Before they even got close, he could smell a strange smell.

I'm afraid I won't be able to put on my shroud.

Taro stood guard in front of the coffin. When he saw Song Xiang coming, he whispered: "Miss!"

Song Xiang took Wei Tingxun over and ordered someone to open the coffin lid.

Wei Tingxun walked to the two coffins like a zombie, spread red brocade quilts under the two coffins, and then said calmly to the villagers: "Aunts, please help carry my mother and father into the coffins for burial."

Taro said in time: "Add two taels of silver to each person!"

When the villagers heard that there was money to be made, they rushed up in a swarm. Regardless of whether the body had a peculiar smell or not, they held it up with the white cloth underneath and carried it into the coffin one by one.

Taro respectfully handed the shroud in Wei Tingxun's hand to Wei Tingxun, watched him open the package, put the shroud on each of his parents, and finally looked around the coffin for the last time, before turning his head and walking to the side.

"Lid the coffin!"

A cold voice sounded, with a heavy air of death.

The villagers quickly covered the coffin, picked up the nails and began to secure the coffin.

Wei Tingxun watched helplessly from the side, with a terrifyingly calm expression under his dirty face.

The monks have already dug a tomb on one side, waiting for the coffins of Mr. Wei, his wife and husband to be buried.

Hong'er took out a small earthen jar of grain from the package and handed it to Wei Tingxun. Wei Tingxun took the earthen jar and threw it at the two coffins. After throwing it, he smashed the earthen jar into pieces. This was called a big burial.

After the burial was completed, Wei Tingxun's thin lips trembled as he said: "Out! Funeral! Out! Burial!"

The villagers carried two coffins and buried them, and then buried two new graves.

The monks nearby chanted sutras for salvation in front of the grave.

Wei Tingxun suddenly collapsed to the ground. His face was pale and confused, as if he had lost his soul.

Zhou Yanzhen came closer to Song Xiang and said, "Mr. Wei's situation looks very wrong. You can think of a way to make him cry. It's better to cry than to hold it in like this. If this continues without crying, he will..."

Everyone knows what will happen.

Song Xiang took the paper money from Hong'er's hand, walked to Wei Tingxun and said, "Mr. Wei, your mother and father are gone. Can you burn the paper and cry for them?"

"If you don't cry, how can they feel at ease under the Nine Springs?"

Wei Tingxun was indifferent.

Song Xiang looked at Feng Mian for help. Feng Mian frowned and said something to Deng Zhu beside him.

Dengzhu walked over and said to Wei Tingxun: "Master Wei, your mother and father are dead, why don't you cry? If you don't cry, you are unfilial!"

"I'm not unfilial! I'm not!" Wei Ting couldn't help but retorted. The grievances in his heart were like floods, and they burst into tears in an instant.

Song Xiang finally breathed a sigh of relief: Just cry, it will be fine.

Feng Mian said: Dengzhu, I didn't teach you to say this. I only asked you to stimulate him, how could you still...

Dengzhu didn't know Feng Mian's inner thoughts. He waited beside Wei Tingxun, his eyes full of sympathy.

Song Xiang knelt down and lit the paper money with fire folds. After Wei Tingxun's crying subdued, he handed him a large number of paper clothes.

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