President's Legendary Master

"Really? So you have to queue up for reincarnation!" Mr. Yang smiled: "I know you are not an ordinary person, Zhang Daomiao, right? I remember hearing your name somewhere?"

"My master's name is Wuming Daoist, have you heard of it? The Wuming Daoist of Changbai Mountain in the northeast." Daomiao said with great interest when talking about the old Taoist master: "We have been to Beijing several times, but we always come and go in a hurry."

"Oh, I know, I know, okay, okay, read a rebirth curse or something for me later... I miss my comrades too... Old man, remember to come to my grave to see me, I miss you You are almost 60 years old, and you still miss me... I love to eat the food from my hometown, but you also said that you will invite me to eat the food from your hometown in the future... I will treat you to the Beijing-China Roast Duck...you said You want to treat me to braised beef... I'll treat you to noodles with miscellaneous sauce...you have to treat me to highland barley wine..." Old Yang slowly closed his eyes, Qiu Chunshan's tears flowed even more fiercely, holding the old man Hand, unexpectedly answered: "Then my hometown is in the Northeast, I treat you to eat chicken stewed mushrooms, highland barley wine is not good, let's drink Shaodao? How about Lao Baigan? Drink it secretly, so that no one knows... …”

Mr. Yang closed his eyes and smiled: "You are still the same...you don't want Commissar Hao to know...hehe, Lao Hao's nose belongs to a dog...you can smell it as soon as you smell it!"

"We eat outside, he can't smell it, or see when he rests, he will go home and reunite as soon as he rests, our chance will come...we eat whatever we want, drink as much as we want... " Qiu Chunshan was so excited that he couldn't help himself: "I'll take you to Disneyland to watch the Miss World pageant...buy tickets and go to the Victoria's Secret Show, okay? Let's not go to see the cherry blossoms. Don't go to their territory!"

Daomiao: "...!!!"

He knew that Qiu Chunshan had fallen into the confusion of past and present lives, and he would be fine in a while, because he was too emotional, and he started talking nonsense!

What kind of beauty pageant can you take an old man in his [-]s to see?Lingerie show?

When the electrocardiograph made a "beep" sound, Qiu Chunshan immediately cried out with a "wow".

A group of people rushed in from outside... Daomiao didn't see the rest of the scene, because Dugu Haoyan rushed in and took him out.

In any case, even though he knew that the old man had passed away, the doctor still performed resuscitation routinely on him, and the hope was slim, so he had to do it.

Dao Miao was brought out by Dugu Haoyan, and Qiu Chunshan was dragged out by others, he couldn't cry himself.

A few elderly people were also sent to the first aid in grief. The family members here are in charge of a middle-aged man with work experience. He looks like a cadre. Although he is sad, his emotions can be controlled.

Seeing Qiu Chunshan crying like this, he comforted him: "The old man walked away very peacefully. Compared with those comrades who died, he feels that he has already made money, so don't be too sad."

Qiu Chunshan rolled his eyes and passed out!

The scene is not chaotic, is it?Anyway, there were a lot of people, so Dugu Haoyan immediately took the people out of the nursing home and returned to the villa.

The atmosphere was sluggish for a while, Qiu Chunshan woke up, took a bite to eat after washing up, and went to the small living room to find Daomiao: "I have something I want to ask you."

He respects Dao Miao very much now.

"Let's talk." Daomiao held the hot milk and looked at him.

At the same time, Qiu Tianwang also came over, as well as Boss Wang.

"We want to know how to give Mr. Yang... a little bit of benefit, or burn some more gold and silver or something, to buy off the king of Hades, and do something for him." Qiu Tianwang didn't know what to say. It is suitable.

"Maybe it's about offering some three animal sacrifices or something?" Grandma Wang was relatively old-fashioned.

Qiu Tianwang's eyes were red again, like swollen peaches: "I just want to do my part for him."

It looks like more than trying to do one's best.

Daomiao thought for a while: "Death is like a lamp going out. Don't involve the dead too much. It's best to let him go to the ground for peace."

"Well, I know." Qiu Tianwang sniffed, nodded and said, "I just hope that he can be reincarnated safely. I have suffered enough in this life. I hope that in his next life, he can be born in a peaceful and prosperous world without suffering... is that okay?"

"Based on the merits of his generation, there should be no problem." Daomiao said, "Don't worry."

Seeing Daomiao's indifferent appearance, Qiu Tianwang rubbed his hands together: "Actually, we are thinking about helping him accumulate Yinde, is it called Yinde?"

Daomiao understood: "You know, in the fairy tale, the story about Nezha being enshrined as incense for three years?"

"Isn't that shown on TV?" Qiu Chunshan wiped away tears: "It's all made up by the screenwriter."

"Not all." Daomiao told him: "In Taoism, there is indeed such a method of accumulating merit."

"Really... useful?" Qiu Tianwang's eyes lit up.

"In fact, enjoying the incense in the world and using people's beliefs and offerings to save oneself does exist. In the early years when human technology was not developed, there were countless existences who came to the world to build temples from immortals. There are all kinds of origins, but this has two functions, one is to bear a major cause and effect during life, and cannot be reincarnated for a while, so a temple is set up in the mortal world, usually a family temple, and is worshiped by the descendants of the family, just like Guan Yu In life, he was a general of Han and Shu, and after his death, he was often worshiped and enshrined by people. The incense continued, and he finally became a martial sage; Yinde, this requires a certain amount of offerings to achieve, many times, they hide in the temple to spy on the wishes of human beings, if it is a good thing, they will help, and when the human beings come to fulfill the wish, it will be regarded as a meritorious deed." Dao Miao said: "Although it is small, at least we can guarantee that no time will be wasted. Some of the more famous temples today have been intercepted and stolen by many messy monsters, but it is no longer necessary to build temples to collect incense. It fits the times, and you can even scan the QR code next to the merit box for giving merit money, so if you want to make the other party have a lot of virtue, remember to sacrifice endlessly."

"What else can we do for the old man?" Qiu Chunshan seriously wrote down Daomiao's instructions: "Just say it."

"In his name, try to do good deeds, good deeds, and don't do evil to humanity. If you don't get rewarded in this life, you will be rewarded with success in the next life." Daomiao said: "Infinite blessings and longevity."

Because of Mr. Yang's death, the group stayed in Beijing for another seven days.

During this period, because of Mr. Yang's high status, many politicians attended his funeral. Naturally, what he advocated was a modern and civilized funeral. A lot of paper sacrifices were made.

It even includes long guns, artillery, tanks, and fighter jets, which are very "militarized" things.

"All the shroud shops now sell this?" Dugu Weng's eyes widened.

Dugu Haoyan was also a little surprised, let alone Dugu Feiyan, he even muttered to Qiu Chunshan, "You can also buy some models for the old man to burn, I don't know if it counts."

Later, they were stopped by Daomiao, and Daomiao told them not to burn the models, it's not good to blame the expensive ones.

Because burning models is the same as "going to the grave and burning newspapers to fool ghosts".

"I paid the deposit, and I'll tie the knot after paying the money. The craftsmanship is good." Qiu Tianwang pointed to the pile of things and said, "From now on, I will buy a set every three years, and come to visit the tomb every Qingming."

Grandma Wang's side is more traditional. In addition to paying extra for the soldiers and horses, there are also plain dishes made by the old lady herself, which are presented in front of the case.

Of course, these activities only started after the leaders left. When the leaders came, it was a very "modern and civilized scene", except for the wreaths and elegiac couplets.

The kind that doesn't even have an incense burner.

Mr. Yang's funeral was handled very well.

The final burial place is very strange, only a few family members are allowed to go there, and there is a place far away from the outskirts of Beijing, surrounded by mountains and rivers, with a wide view and a good place, enough to become a scenic spot, but it has always been a barren mountain The state of the ridge is silent and nameless.

As for the people buried there, there are only numbers, no names, no photos, and no biographies.

A man in a black suit, with a hat, big sunglasses and a mask, dressed like a big star going out in public, not to mention his looks, even his voice was lowered.

After he read the sacrificial text, he burned the sacrificial text, buried it, and filled it with earth.

Seeing the incomprehension of the family members, the man told them: "This place is one of the secret cemeteries. The people who are buried here only have their birth year and their number in the unit. The rest will be kept as a secret." , even now, it’s not time to decrypt it.”

"Then don't you even have a name?" Grandma Wang looked at a tombstone next to her with trembling hands, "Maybe my little uncle is buried here?"

According to the rules, martyrs like her little uncle do have remains, but I am afraid that the remains cannot be sent back to their hometown for burial, and they can only be sent back as relics.

The one standing is just a tomb of clothes.

"I'm sorry, old man, everything here is secret." The man said with difficulty: "Please understand, they are secrets from life to death for the sake of the country."

Grandma Wang covered her mouth, choking with tears.

Because she saw the tombstone next to it, the birth date on it was the same as her little uncle's, but she wasn't sure if it was her little uncle or not.

Qiu Tianwang is rich and powerful, he bought 99 white chrysanthemums, but Qiu Chunshan actually took those white chrysanthemums and put one in front of every tombstone. No one knew what this young man did. What do you mean, and he wiped every tombstone with a clean handkerchief. Later, when the handkerchief was torn, he used his own sleeve instead.

Mrs. Qiu couldn't stand it anymore, and brought him several spare handkerchiefs of her own.

Among them, there are probably only a few people who understand his actions. Secretary Cui is an old man who almost fainted from crying.

Only Daomiao, after the mourners had left, he went back to the car, changed into a suit of clothes, and came out with a suit of clothes, incense tables, tributes, high incense, red candles, everything was missing. There was a ceremony of transcendence.

From the morning till the afternoon when the sun went down, he didn't finish. He was so tired that he was about to collapse, and was brought back to the villa by Dugu Haoyan: "Why are you so tired?"

"It's worth it." This is Daomiao's answer, simple and clear.

They didn't set off until the funeral was over, and when they left this time, they separated and left. The three members of the Qiu family sent the Wang family back first, and they will be treated as relatives in the future.

But Dugu Haoyan and the others are really going back, how long has it been since they came out?The fifteenth day of the first lunar month has passed, and if I don't go back, I guess I will have to spend the second day of February outside.

So they have to return directly to the Northeast from Beijing.

Before leaving, he went to the cemetery again and presented a bouquet of flowers to the old man.

Daomiao looked at this geomantic treasure land: "The mountains and rivers here are unique, and the heroic spirit is immortal."

What everyone saw were cold tombstones.

Everyone in this place is an unsung hero.

The plane took off at the airport, and after it landed, Dao Miao slept in Dugu Haoyan's arms with his eyes closed. He was really airsick.

After finally getting home, after being hugged and washed by Dugu Haoyan, he lay on the bed and slept in a dark sleep. He had a dream. This dream was so real!