Chapter 715 Warm Home (1)
Today is the day of Mei's burial. Before dawn, Mu Zhongqing went to Baoguo Temple to welcome Mei's coffin for burial. When he arrived there, Huo Yuan had already arrived. He was standing in the mourning hall in plain clothes, listening to the masters in the temple chanting the "Rebirth Mantra".
Mei's burial site was chosen on Zixia Mountain in the western suburbs of the capital. Huo Yuan asked Master Fahua of Baoguo Temple to help choose it. It is said that the feng shui of the burial site is very good, which can help the deceased to ascend to heaven early and ensure the prosperity and health of future generations.
According to the custom of the Jin Dynasty, the dead were buried before dawn. Therefore, after the masters finished reciting the "Rebirth Mantra", Huo Yuan ordered sixteen servants in mourning to come forward and carry Mei's coffin. They left Baoguo Temple with mourning music. Mu Zhongqing carried the spirit banner and walked in front. Behind him were fifty monks, fifty Taoists, dozens of mourning music players, and dozens of servants sent by Huo Yuan to mourn. They marched straight to Zixia Mountain.
Caiwei didn't dare to let the white-haired tiger show up again after arriving in the capital. After entering the city, she put it into the space and followed it into the space. She changed into plain clothes, released the horse in the space, rode the horse, and followed the parrot's instructions to Zixia Mountain.
On Zixia Mountain, there was mourning music. Before Mei was buried, the monks prescribed a prescription to break the prison, passed the lantern to illuminate the dead, visited the Lord of Hell, arrested all ghosts, invited the King of Hell, opened the golden bridge, and led the banner; the Taoists were submitting petitions, worshiping the Three Pure Ones, and bowing to the Jade Emperor; several eminent monks were burning incense, performing the Flame Mouth Ceremony, and worshipping the Water Repentance. There were also twelve young monks wearing embroidered clothes and red shoes, silently chanting the Reception Mantra in front of the coffin. After the ceremony, Mei's coffin was buried.
Caiwei came over after Mei was buried.
At this moment, the monks and Taoists were walking back one after another, wanting to return to the city. Caiwei was pretending to be dead, so it was inconvenient for people to see her. She waited until all the monks, Taoists, suonas, and drummers had gone before she appeared.
Mu Zhongqing was immersed in sorrow, and suddenly saw his daughter falling from the sky. He was suddenly overwhelmed with sorrow and joy, and his eyes were red with excitement.
He had been separated from his daughter for so long, and although he knew she was not dead, he had never really seen her. Until now, his daughter stood in front of him alive, and his heart that had been hanging was finally put down.
"Wei'er... You are back..."
Caiwei nodded and smiled: "Yes, Dad, I am back!"
After that, she turned to Huo Yuan: "Brother Huo, my family is grateful to you for taking care of me while I am away, thank you very much!"
The cliff was green, the wind was warm, and the girl was wearing a light-colored plain dress, smiling at him, with an unknown white flower pinned in her hair. Taking advantage of her white jade-like cheeks, it was a rare beauty in the world, not intended to be compared with Chunfang, but more beautiful than Chunfang, the beauty of the country is incomparable, just because it is easy to break.
Huo Yuan stared at her in a trance, and only came back to his senses when he heard her voice again.
"I've caused you trouble these days!"
Huo Yuan smiled warmly, his gentle and handsome face concealing his inner beating: "You're too polite, it's just a small favor, don't worry about it!"
Cai Wei nodded, and turned to look at the newly erected tombstone in front of her.
The white marble tombstone is tall and majestic, with auspicious cloud patterns carved on it, and a few numbers engraved on it: Tomb of Mei's Magnolia.
My grandmother has passed away. Although they didn't get along for a long time, she knew that my grandmother was a poor woman. She should have been a rich lady, married to a family of equal status, raised her husband and children, and lived a peaceful and smooth life.
However, fate played tricks on her, and she ended up in such a miserable state. She spent most of her life in pain, and only in the last period of her life did she have a few days of comfortable days. However, it was these few days of comfortable days that cost her life!