Two Hundred Dollars, Let Your Funeral Have A Mysterious Past

Chapter 21: That year the peach blossoms bloomed, that year the peach blossoms fell

"Old man, I see there are some Taoist things in your room. Do you like this?" Zhang Ye quickly changed the subject.

Hearing this, An Pingjie was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly and said, "You must have heard what the people in the village said, right? Young man."

Zhang Ye nodded.

An Pingjie sat up and said, "Young man, you might as well listen to me tell a story first."

Zhang Ye nodded: "I'm all ears."

Anpingjie was chatting eloquently, his eyes were bright and not as cloudy as before, and his energy and energy had recovered a bit.

“In the last century, in the spring of 1938, it was a time of war.

The people are in dire straits and the situation is miserable.

At that time, among the green mountains and green waters, there was a Taoist temple called the "Eternal Life Temple".

Inside the temple, there was an old Taoist priest and a young Taoist boy.

During the peach blossom season that year, the old Taoist priest was about to travel far. The little Taoist boy pulled the corner of the old Taoist priest's clothes, raised his head and asked, "Master, why are you going here?"

The old Taoist priest looked at the foot of the mountain and replied seriously: "Put down the Japanese pirates and help bring peace!"

The Taoist boy was puzzled: "Master, when will you come back?"

The old Taoist priest smiled slightly and replied: "If you come back, it will be a prosperous age!"

After saying that, he gently caressed the ignorant little Taoist boy's head, then turned around and left resolutely, leaving his back and voice getting further and further away: "If you don't come back... then you won't come back..."

The little Taoist boy looked at the old Taoist priest's leaving figure, his words echoing in his ears, and he paused for a long time.

Later, the little Taoist boy grew up and took over the Taoist temple.

But decades have passed, and by the time of peace and prosperity, the mountains and rivers are no longer in harm's way. The peach blossoms under the mountain also bloom year after year, and the ten-mile bluestone road in front of the Taoist temple is dyed red again and again...

But this little Taoist boy has never seen the old Taoist master come back..."

…

The room was very quiet, except for the hoarse voice of the old man, gently telling this old story.

Zhang Ye listened carefully, sometimes sighing with the old man, feeling the people and things in the story.

But I heard An Pingjie let out a long sigh, shook his head, and continued:

"Later, the little Taoist boy closed the mountain gate, left the Taoist temple, and went down the mountain to find the old Taoist priest.

However, Tao Tong also knows that after so many years, his master may have passed away, but there is still a glimmer of hope in his heart.

In this way, the Taoist boy has been searching hard for decades. During this period, he also set up a noodle stall to make a living..."

…

Speaking of this, tears appeared in An Pingjie's eyes.

Turning his head and looking at Zhang Ye, An Ping smiled freely and said with emotion: "That little Taoist boy is me."

After saying that, two tears slid down Anping's wrinkled cheeks.

He raised his hand to wipe his tears with his washed white sleeves, and choked with sobs: "I can't even remember the look of the master now. How many years have I not been back to that Guanshan Gate?"

"As people get older, they can no longer remember. I can't remember clearly..."

Zhang Ye felt a little sentimental, shook his head, and said seriously: "Old man, you and your master are both people worthy of respect."

An Ping wiped away her tears and adjusted her mood, "Hahaha, I'm getting old. I like to talk endlessly when I see people. Young man, don't think I'm too chatty."

An Pingjie smiled heartily.

Zhang Ye shook his head and said with a smile: "No way, old man, I love hearing these stories the most. You can continue to tell them. What happened next?"

"good!"

An Pingjie laughed a few times and was in a very happy mood: "Young man, although I have returned to secular life and even set up a noodle stall, old man, I have been a believer all my life and I often perform rituals for others or popularize Taoism to others. That’s why the people in this village often say that I’m so arrogant…”

…

Later, Zhang Ye chatted with An Pingjie.

After that, Anpingjie always insisted and failed to keep the money.

Then, Zhang Ye placed a business card on An Pingjie's bed, said hello to the old man, and left.

After Zhang Ye leaves.

An Pingjie looked at Zhang Ye's leaving figure through the window and sighed: "I'm afraid those boys are no longer alive..."

After living a lifetime, An Pingjie knows and understands many things.

After meeting Zhang Ye today and hearing Zhang Ye's purpose, he knew.

Those boys back then are probably in bad shape.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for this outsider to come to him.

But An Pingjie didn't expose it. Sometimes, it's good to pretend that you don't know something.

"What a pity, I haven't seen those little guys again for so many years."

"As I get older, everyone around me is leaving one by one. I will soon go down to accompany the master..."

"It's just a little regretful that I couldn't perform rituals for those young men and tell them the story of my time as a Taoist priest... Children, you have to be good down there!"

He hunched over and thought about Anping, watching the setting sun cast a dim afterglow, just like the peach blossom season that year, and he couldn't help but recall the past.

"Um?"

When he looked back, he saw a white card on the bed and was stunned.

Picked up the business card and looked at it carefully in the dim light.

"Chairman of the Last Wish Company: Zhang Ye."

"As long as you are willing to pay the fee, you will no longer be ordinary when you die!"

"Contact number: 139XXXXXXXX"

Looking at this business card, An Pingjie was stunned and murmured: "So that kid... is doing this..."

…

the other side.

Zhang Ye walked out of An Pingjie's house and walked towards the outside of the village.

At this time, the woman who led him here before and several other women came face to face.

"Young man, did you... just come out?" The woman looked at Zhang Ye with a complicated expression.

Zhang Ye smiled: "Well, I just came out."

As he spoke, Zhang Ye ignored these women and walked out of the village.

Several women looked at Zhang Ye in surprise and were about to speak.

Suddenly, their eyes froze, and they stood there as if they were imprisoned.

It took half a minute for them to react.

"Huh? What are we going to do?" The woman looked at the other women beside her in confusion.

Another woman looked at the washing tub in her hand: "We are going to wash clothes. What's wrong with you? Are you having trouble with your brain?"

The woman shook her head: "I always feel like I have forgotten something..."

As she spoke, the woman subconsciously turned her head to look.

On the road when we came, there were only a few children playing, but other than that, there was no one else.

"I seem to have forgotten something...but I just can't remember it."

"I also have this feeling……"

"Forget it, let's go wash the clothes first. It's going to be dark soon, and we won't be able to wash them in the dark."

"Yeah, yeah, let's go quickly."

…

After leaving the village, Zhang Ye walked on the path in the mountains.

The surrounding scenery is beautiful and the air is fresh, which is very different from the environment in big cities.

But now, Zhang Ye has no intention of paying attention to these scenery.

Mr. Anpingjie's physical condition made him unable to bear the long journey.

Once the old man is forcibly taken over, the old man may die on the way. In that case, the gain outweighs the loss.

However, he had already seen An Pingjie and had a conversation with the old man, so he had a certain understanding of him.

Since the old man couldn't go to the soldier's funeral in person, Zhang Ye could only arrange everything.

Moreover, combined with what Wang Yang said, he wanted to make the funerals of his comrades more beautiful.

I still want the old man to come over...

It's easy to let the old man go, as long as Zhang Ye spends points to buy characters in the system.

But it is very difficult to make a military funeral beautiful.

After all, the funeral ceremony of a soldier is not like that of Mr. Zhao. It is just a matter of relatives and friends coming to pay their respects.

The funeral ceremony of soldiers, especially those like Wang Yang and his comrades who died in the mission, is not done lightly.

"It's not easy...forget it, let's think about it when we go back." Zhang Ye sighed as he walked away.

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