Daoist Liyue, I live in the Hall of Rebirth!

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The wine was poured silently on the ground in front of the stele, soaking the surrounding weeds.

"Shaoyuan, sister-in-law, I'm here to see you again."

"I'm sorry, my brothers don't have a lot of money, and I can't afford too high-end funerals and ceremonies, so I can scrape together the money to give you a decent one."

"But looking at your budget-conscious appearance before, I'm afraid you won't be used to the extravagance."

"Hey, you're not a person who enjoys it. Apart from treating Xiao Jiang, you don't know where to spend the rest of your money."

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"...Nianzi is dead."

"At the beginning of the month, I was still able to talk to me, but the night before yesterday, it was gone. The one who left was so simple. No one notified. I told their relatives."

"Nianzi has a stubborn personality. After so many years, he dragged his illness and died, even if he had something to do with it..."

"Do you know why? He has been brooding over your deaths."

"It's not just about the age, even I, a belated person, feel uncomfortable. If you are dead, what will Xiao Jiang do?"

"He was originally not very intelligent, and he didn't learn all the words. After all these years, he was dragged up by our buddies, but what should we do in the future."

"Can you still ask for a wife..."

"If this continues, the incense in your family will be cut off."

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Zhao Si grumbled sadly, while Shen Ming listened silently from the side.

Time passed in the gossip, the wine was gone, the bowl was empty, and the ground was dry.

"You Xiangsheng Hall, how much does it cost for an ordinary funeral, just like Shaoyuan and Duanya." Zhao Si rubbed his sore nose and said.

"Fifty thousand is enough." Shen Ming offered the lowest price.

"Fifty thousand, is this the same price for Nianzi?"

"Yes." Shen Ming nodded.

"That's [-]...that's a lot." Zhao Si frowned and thought, "We only know five or six comrades in arms, each of whom is less than two thousand."

"It's not impossible, two thousand is still acceptable."

"Brother, Nianzi's funeral expenses should also be paid to us. Nianzi's parents and his wife can't afford the money."

"Li Nian's 5 yuan has already been paid by someone," Shen Ming said.

"Someone paid?" Zhao Si was taken aback, then scratched his head, "Well, forget it, we will pay for Shao Yuan and Duan Ya, is it [-] per person?"

"It's been many years, let's count fifty thousand together." Shen Ming sighed softly.

Chapter 210 Eighth When We Are Gone, Those Are Your Reliances

"How about Hu Tao, when will you come over to hold the ceremony?" Shen Ming walked back and said to Hu Tao.

"One by one, send Li Nian away first, and then pick a day to deal with these two." Hu Tao put down the diary and said.

Shen Ming and Hu Tao stopped not far away, quietly waiting for Zhao Si and Xiao Jiang to finish chatting.

"Uncle, let me tell you, I have made friends."

"Really?!" Zhao Si asked.

"It's true, a big sister with blond hair, but she is gentle, and she even plays hide-and-seek with Xiao Jiang."

"Then do you still contact her?" Zhao Si looked forward to it.

"No, I haven't seen it since."

"Ah, so..." Zhao Si was disappointed.

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After chatting for an unknown amount of time, Zhao Si finally stood up, patted Xiao Jiang's head, and prepared to say goodbye.

"Let's go, thank you for this incident." Zhao Si said with a sigh.

"No thanks." Shen Ming and Hu Tao.

"After those three days, we'll see you at Nianzi's house." Zhao Si was about to leave.

"Uncle, uncle!" Xiao Jiang ran over and waved.

"What's the matter?" Zhao Si turned his head and saw that Xiao Jiang was holding a pot in his hand, and there were some rusty Mora.

"Thank you uncle for chatting with me and playing with me for so long." Xiao Jiang held up the jar in his hand.

"I... don't have anything to give away, but there are a lot of valuables in my father's hiding place, which is a place that even my mother doesn't know about."

"Just now, seeing uncle and big brother drinking the water in this bottle, I thought that my father seems to have hidden a lot of similar things, so I randomly picked some and gave them to you."

"I don't know if you guys will like it..." Xiao Jiang bowed her head.

"Hahaha, Xiao Jiang, Xiao Jiang, your father loves you so much that he told you where he hid his private money." Zhao Si laughed a few times, but hidden in the laughter was a distressed sigh.

"Private money?" Xiao Jiang was puzzled.

"Ok!"

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Si raised his head.

After a long time, he reached out and touched Xiao Jiang's head.

"Yes, private money, these are all specially left for you by your father. They are your future wealth, so keep them well."

"I... I won't take it anymore, you keep it, and I will add a little more for you from time to time."

"One day, when we're not even here, those private money may be what you rely on for your future life."

......

Xiao Jiang couldn't understand Zhao Si's words, so he could only nod his head and follow suit.

Zhao Si and Shen Ming went down the mountain, while Xiao Jiang returned to the broken wooden table, sat down quietly, and kicked the stool when he was bored.

It takes half a day to sit.

When I was hungry and thirsty, I ate some food and water from my uncle, and then continued to sit still.

"Why haven't Mom and Dad come back?"

"Do you want to go out for a walk? No, no, what if my parents can't find me when they come back."

"Let's continue to wait."

......

Shen Ming and Hu Tao returned to the Hall of Rebirth, Hu Tao went to prepare for the funeral, while Shen Ming continued to prepare his unfinished lesson plans.

However, when preparing the lesson plans, his mood was a little heavy.

Immortals return to hermitage, and Liyue is ruled by humans. In just a few words, it expresses what Liyue has been doing for hundreds of years.

Liyue's transition from the rule of God to the rule of man will definitely be accompanied by many problems, and in the past few days, Shen Ming has glimpsed the tip of the iceberg from this incident.

The transformation of society is bound to be accompanied by various pains. The interlacing of the historical inertia of the land of gods and the arrival of the next era will inevitably produce friction, and these frictions may represent the sorrow and decline of a certain person or a certain group .

They did not adapt to the new era, or did not have time to adapt to the new era, so they were eliminated here.

Dijun must have expected this when he made the decision, but... the Dijun who loves Liyue more than loves himself, how determined was he to implement his policy for hundreds of years? of it.

Shen Ming didn't know, but it didn't hinder his admiration for the emperor.

The tragedy of Xiao Jiang's family is irreversible, but Li Nian's tragedy could have been avoided. If he could recognize the pulse of this era and know the fact that the immortals are gradually retiring, he would not have too much dependence and hope on the immortals.

When the mentality is correct, you can accept the help of the Xian family calmly.

It's a pity that there are no ifs in this world. In Li Nian's mind, immortals are still watching the land of Liyue in the dark, and gods still rule the justice in the world. Gods will listen to people's prayers, and gods will respond to people's expectations.

If you do something bad, and the gods know about it, something will knock on your door; if you do something virtuous, good luck will come.

......

"Forget it, don't think about it, I'm just a guest of the Xiangsheng Hall, why should I worry about it?"

Shen Ming pulled the corner of his mouth and shook his head fiercely.

"I don't do the work of connecting humans and gods myself. So what if the relationship between immortals and humans is far away, so let's split it up. This is not something I have the ability to think about."

"Besides, it's not completely cut off. The fools of Zhidong Kingdom still need the immortals to fight. The will to protect Liyue has never changed, but it has been replaced by a more invisible method."

At this point, Shen Ming quickly closed the lesson plan.

It's almost done, it's time to teach those shop assistants a lesson.

When he arrived at the stage of the lecture, he found that many shop assistants had already taken their seats in advance, whispering to each other from time to time, but when Shen Ming stood in front of the stage, everyone stopped communicating.

It seems that the clerks still recognize me as a guest.

Shen Ming nodded in satisfaction.

"Ahem, what we want to talk about today is - from culture to customs, a brief talk about the influence of immortals and gods on Liyue."

"As we all know, Liyue..."

Shen Ming talked eloquently in front of the stage, sometimes from the perspective of jokers, and sometimes from the perspective of official history, which gradually fascinated the clerks in the audience.

Behind the scenes, Hu Tao hid aside, quietly watching Shen Ming's lecture.

Seeing that he had regained his radiant look, she loosened her grip on the curtain slightly.

Hu Tao put a smile on his face, hummed a song, moved a stool, just under the stage, where no one could see behind the scenes, Hu Tao listened to Shen Ming's lecture with relish.

The clerks in front of the stage listened intently, but no one knew that there was also an audience in the back who was immersed in the long river of history told by Shen Ming.

Hu Tao leaned on her cheeks with both hands, shaking and listening, this is her exclusive place.

Although he was a lonely spectator, he could see a lot of scenery in front of him that he couldn't see clearly. Hu Tao focused on Shen Ming.

Shen Ming's back was sweating profusely, this was the back view of hard work that the audience in front couldn't see.

Thank you for your hard work, dear.

Chapter 210 IX I Don't Like Sad Stories

Three days passed quickly, and in the middle of the night, Hu Tao brought only Shen Ming and another clerk to Li Nian's house, where she was going to perform the last ceremony.

Under the night sky, a faint flame burst into the sky.

The clerk held the urn in silence, Shen Ming drew a circle on the surrounding ground to avoid disturbing other sprites, while Hu Tao held the funeral seriously and solemnly.

The dying butterfly fire rushed to the starry sky, taking away the family's longing for Li Nian, and the breeze blew like stars twinkling.

In the past few days, Li Nian's parents have almost recovered, but they can only watch from the sidelines, not daring to approach. If they approach, it may cause another howl.

Li Nian's wife was the closest. After the ceremony, the clerk handed over the last trace of Li Nian's existence to her, and the small urn was held in his arms by his wife.

"The dead are gone, the living still need to look forward." The clerk whispered.

Except for this sentence, the three people in the Xiangsheng Hall stopped talking, worked in silence, and then left in silence in the sad atmosphere of Li Nian's family.

This is the tradition of the Guishengtang. When the time comes, the clerks will bring all the tools and come to the other party's home quietly. After the ceremony is completed, they will hand over the urn to the other party's family, and then leave quietly. .

Although he was somewhat sentimental, Shen Ming had already learned to adapt to such an atmosphere, and his sad mood gradually turned into respect for death.

Li Nian died, but the lives of others continued.

His relatives began to contact Li Nian's family one after another, trying to find a way to make their family's life better without Li Nian.

Of course, these are all things to say later, and have nothing to do with everyone in the Hall of Death.

Now, they are going to the mountains to fulfill Li Nian's wish.

The Tianheng Mountain in the middle of the night added a bit of loneliness, I didn't even see a few monsters, and the cold wind blew, so I could only lift the walnut's hat.

Arriving at the familiar hut, Xiao Jiang had already gone back to the room to sleep, not aware of the arrival of Hu Tao and other people in the Xiangsheng Hall.

But it's okay, just come quietly like this, let's go quietly.

Shaoyuan and Duanya have been dead for many years, and there is no body left. Naturally, there is no need for coffins and urns. When Hu Tao and the others come here, all they can do is to enclose a place according to the procedure, recite the mantra of passing away, and make everyone want to say , want to tell them the words to say to them.