Master never follows a routine

Jiang Linmu heard about this when he was still in the mortal world.

A prime minister of the previous dynasty carried out reforms every year, which filled the treasury with a lot of money.

It's just that people who implemented reforms in history did not end well, such as Shang Yang who was divided into five horses, and Wang Anshi who was dubbed a villain.

The prime minister was particularly miserable, and he was sentenced to death.

He was hanged at the gate of the imperial city, with old ginseng in his mouth, for three days.

A full three thousand knives.

When he died, he didn't have a few good pieces of meat on his body.

"Now, he's starting to talk about him again." Jiang Linmu took a sip of tea, looked at Ying Lin who was listening to him with a serious face, and couldn't help teasing him again.

"Do you know that Zongmen never goes alone when they go out on missions?"

"what?"

"Because one person dies, the other person can go back and order the whole village to eat." Jiang Linmu smiled.

But it is true, if many people go forward, if one person dies, the other person can at least bring a letter, even if the bones are found.

"Master is really..."

The sound of the rain outside the house became more and more serious, and the figure of a woman holding a child was faintly visible in the mist.

Jiang Linmu glanced out the window.

Ying Lin followed his gaze and blinked: "Master..."

Jiang Linmu put a finger against his lower lip, motioning him to keep quiet.

After a while, the two people at the next table also noticed the abnormality at the door.

The man in the gray coat narrowed his eyes and said "Hey": "Why didn't that man come in to hide from the rain? What if the child gets wet?"

Another person shouted at the top of his voice: "Girl, it's raining too hard, now take shelter from the rain!"

The woman didn't seem to hear it, and wandered around, but refused to approach.

"I'll go and have a look." The man in the gray coat rushed into the rain curtain holding the umbrella that the store had left at the door, but the closer he got, the more the woman's figure faded away.

He looked left and right, scratched his head and came back.

"Strange, what about people?"

"Could it be, hell...today is Ching Ming!" His companion swallowed.

"Stop talking, I have to go back quickly!"

They paid for the drink and left in a hurry.

Jiang Linmu propped his chin and continued to look out the window.

The female ghost held the dead baby and walked slowly over through the mist. Her feet didn't touch the ground, her face was withered to the bone, and her skin was like yellowed thin paper. The baby in her arms was skinny and black, obviously rotted for a long time.

This is a place where strangers live, she couldn't come in at first, but luckily those two people invited her just now.

"Burn some paper for her." Jiang Linmu looked up at her and said without changing his face.

It's exciting to face a real ghost for the first time!

He brought a lot of coins and ingots over here, and gave some to her, mother probably wouldn't mind...

The female ghost got the coins, hugged the child and bowed to them, then turned around and was about to leave.

"Don't go yet." Jiang Linmu called to stop her: "Your clothes are in the style of the previous dynasty. You must have been a lonely ghost here for a long time, right?"

She nodded slightly, wondering if there was anything in her empty eye sockets, but Jiang Linmu felt as if something was looking at him,

"I want to ask, before this small town was built, was there a grave in the sunny part of the southeast of this mountain?" Jiang Linmu swallowed and said as calmly as possible.

When he and his mother came here to wander around, he still had a vague impression of some places: "There seems to be a large area of ​​purple flowers in that place, and the nearby stream turns around, and you can clearly see the rocks and sand at the bottom."

The female ghost pointed to the southeast, opened and closed her mouth, but couldn't hear what she said.

It was a ghost language, and strangers couldn't hear it. Fortunately, Jiang Linmu had learned it and could understand it.

With a joyful face, he grabbed another handful of coins and burned them to her: "Thank you, girl, let's use it."

The female ghost took the coin, and her figure gradually faded away.

"What are you doing!" The old tea seller yelled, rushed over angrily, and slapped the table, shaking it three times.

Jiang Linmu thought that since you are so strong, being a butcher is more promising than opening a teahouse...

In front of Ying Lin was the burnt paper money, and the faint incense ash spread out, and he was still holding a handful of Ming coins in his hand, as if he was about to throw it into the fire...

He quickly and nonchalantly put the coins back into the Qiankun bag.

Jiang Linmu rubbed his nose, burning paper in other people's shop is really wicked.

"I'm really sorry..."

"Bah! Bad luck!" The old man glared at them: "Keep burning away!"

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I wish you a prosperous business, Gong Xi Fa Cai, and a long life..." Jiang Linmu apologized, while pulling Ying Lin out.

The old man snorted coldly, turned his head away, and saw an ingot of Yuanbao on the table.

The sound of the rain gradually faded, and the sky was filled with dark clouds.

Jiang Linmu's footsteps couldn't help but slowed down a bit. After a long time here, he felt a little timid because of his closeness to his hometown.

"This was originally a barren mountain, and there was a mass grave at the foot of the mountain. I heard that during the war, many people died here, and the plague broke out. The corpses were thrown into the ravine casually. If there are people who don't want to live, they will come here. Learn about life everywhere." Jiang Linmu pointed to the trench two miles away from the town.

The surrounding grass sprouts are growing everywhere, but there is no grass in the trench, only sand and stones, which makes people shudder.

"Master, what do you think is that?" Ying Lin pointed to the blurred red in the depths of the trench and asked.

The two of them approached and saw that it was an overturned cradle. Inside, the small red mattress was torn and put aside, and there was a letter under it, with the birth date written crookedly.

"It should be some abandoned baby who was attacked by wolves, and the mattress was torn like this." Ying Lin said in a dull voice.

"My mother found me here at the beginning, and I was lucky that I was not taken away by wolves." Jiang Linmu's chest was sore, and he forced a smile: "Later, when I think about it, how can ordinary women come to such a place? She At that time, I am afraid that I have given up my mind."

"Master..."

"Come on, let's go see her."

On the road, wild ghosts can be seen everywhere, and as soon as they see a sign, they will immediately rush to snatch other ghosts for offerings.

A group of people came down from the mountain, including men and women, old and young, a total of 15 people, dressed in sackcloth, with splendid and beautiful clothes that couldn't be hidden inside.

As they walked along the way, other people who were carrying baskets and prepared to worship their ancestors lowered their heads and dodged aside.

Jiang Linmu couldn't help but look at them more, village bully!

"What are you looking at? Be careful to dig out your eyes!" The leading man glared at him.

Jiang Linmu smiled, and began to yell: "Look at the dog!"

"You're looking for death!" The man raised his fist, he could hit ten of such a boy in one fell swoop!

"Nonsense!" The old man next to him scolded: "Just after paying homage to our ancestors, you did it right under his nose! How decent is that?"

The man put away his fist awkwardly, and gave Jiang Linmu a vicious look: "You wait for me!"

The old man also looked up at Jiang Linmu, and said hoarsely and dullly, "Boy, I'll let you go today."

Jiang Linmu raised his eyebrows slightly: "I'll wait, remember to live as long as possible..."

Ying Lin quickly gave him a hand: "Master, don't have too many interactions with these mortals."

"Oh."

Jiang Linmu wondered what kind of intersection he was afraid of, he was full of death, and smelled like rotten wood.

It's hard to say whether I can see the sun tomorrow!

After this group of people left, the other common people stood up straight and spat at their backs with envy and hatred.

"What a dog! What a big deal!"

"It's all smoke from the ancestral graves!" The woman next to her sighed, clasped her hands together and bowed to her ancestors: "The ancestors also bless my children!"

"That's right, there were still people who entered the immortal sect in his family back then! The magistrate of the county came to see it in person!"

Jiang Linmu shook his head with a smile, and whispered to Xianglin, "Why didn't I have such power when I entered the Immortal Sect!"

He said to himself again: "Maybe we were poor at that time, even if we entered the fairy gate, no one would believe it."

"Master, don't overthink it, let's go." Ying Lin tugged at his sleeve.

On the sunny hillside, even through layers of mist, you can still see a star-shaped purple thistle flower.

There is a tomb standing alone on the hillside. The stele is paved with a large piece of white jade, surrounded by guardrails, and it is extraordinarily trimmed. There are two lush green pines planted in front of the tomb.

"Senior Brother Li, he really bothered." Jiang Linmu stared blankly at the grave, his eyes a little sore: "She has been homeless for half her life, and she has a place to return to."

He pushed back and said, "What are you still standing for? Follow me quickly. If mother sees you, she will be very happy too."

Ying Lin was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses, and said, "I see that the grave is still covered with wreaths, so there are people worshiping her?"

"It's not impossible... I asked Brother Li to give my mother a lot of spirit stones, which are worth ten thousand taels of gold in exchange for the mortal world. She is kind-hearted, so what kind of child does she take in?" Jiang Linmu forced a smile: " It's great that someone besides me remembers her..."

Jiang Linmu dragged Ying Lin to the monument.

On the tombstone is written "the tomb of Chongliang, the father of the Chen family".

There is still unburned incense in front of the tomb, and Ming coins are wet by rain and stick to the front of the stele.

This is someone else's tomb, and there are other people's heirs supporting it.

Ying Lin grabbed Jiang Linmu who was in a daze: "Master, did we find the wrong place?"

"Impossible!" Jiang Linmu said in a hoarse voice, "This is the place I calculated at the beginning. The mountain is yang, and there are mountain gods to suppress it. Wild ghosts dare not get close. The water is yin, surrounded by two waters, and the real dragon appears! Brother Li said , he buried his mother here! How could he not find it..."

"Could it be somewhere else?" Ying Lin looked around, the place is not big, even through the slightest mist, it can be seen that there are no other graves besides this place.

"I'm going to find Li Changfeng."

"No!" Ying Lin hurriedly pulled him back: "No matter who you are in the sect, except for special missions, you are not allowed to enter the mortal world privately!"

"Master, don't worry, when we came here just now, we also saw a large family coming from here. The fireworks are still on, and the wreaths are not affordable for ordinary people. They should have left them. Why don't you ask them first?" ?”