Chapter 63: Saving the Dead
When Qi Qian heard that Xi Zheng was a descendant of a general, and her servants were all soldiers, Qin Liuxi didn't need to tell him to do so. He asked people to collect the bodies one by one with mats collected from farmers and put them in the pit.
Qi Qian looked at the bodies wrapped in mats, turned to Qin Liuxi, and said, "Why don't we go back and ask those farmers if they have thin coffins?"
The former soldiers who defended their country ended up wrapped in a mat and died in a foreign land, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.
If there is a thin coffin, it is better than just a mat, and there are always old people in farmers' families who prepare funeral materials in advance.
Qin Liuxi heard this, looked over, and said, "It's just a small village. On weekdays, they can only buy daily expenses by selling with peddlers. The funeral materials are cut and polished by themselves in the mountains. There is only one old man in the whole village. Most of them are like these people. After a hundred years, they are just wrapped in a mat."
Qi Qian was silent.
"That's it. No matter if it's a mat or a funeral material, or if it's ragged clothes or silk, after death, people will eventually return to dust and earth to earth." Qin Liuxi said to Xi Zheng, "You fill the first handful of soil."
Xi Zheng nodded, took a shovel, and added the first shovel of soil to the pit. Then another shovel, which she filled on behalf of her brother, followed by Pingzi.
Qin Liuxi sat cross-legged, opened her lips, and recited the wonderful sutra of the Blood Lake of Fengdu by Taiyi Jiuku Tianzun to save the souls of the dead. Chen Pi, who was beside her, used a fire stick to burn the lifelike gold ingots made of yellow paper.
The forest was silent, only the scriptures were lingering, purifying people's minds.
Whether it was Qi Qian or Xi Zheng and others, it was the first time for them to see people saving the souls of the dead up close. The other party was just a little "young man", but when she recited the scriptures to do this simplest Taoist ritual, it made people unconsciously solemn.
Even troublemakers like Yingnan could not help but look fearful in such a situation.
The ancient and distant chanting sound disappeared, and the wind blew, and there seemed to be the sound of chains in the air.
Qin Liuxi opened her eyes and looked at the void in front of her. She pinched her hands to form a seal, chanted a spell, and her eyes were calm.
In the void that no one else could see, a soul bowed to her and thanked her, and disappeared into the forest with the messenger.
Qin Liuxi saw a few golden lights flying and falling into the spirit platform, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
She took a few gold ingots and put them into the fire alone, muttering something in her mouth. That was specially burned to pay the hard work and comfort fee for a certain messenger.
After the matter was done, Qin Liuxi cut another blank stele, engraved only a few Taoist runes, and stood in front of the small new grave.
Xi Zheng burned the last gold ingot in front of the grave, kowtowed three times solemnly, then stood up and bowed to Qin Liuxi: "Xi Zheng thanks you for your mercy, young master."
She did not ask about Qin Liuxi's identity. Qin Liuxi's actions impressed her and made her grateful. From then on, her life, Xi Zheng's, belonged to Qin Liuxi, and she would never regret it until her death.
Qin Liuxi stood up, took the wet handkerchief handed over by Qi Qian to wipe her hands, looked at her and said: "Your chance of survival is in the west, go west, there is only one way to die if you go north."
Xi Zheng was startled, then figured out something, and stepped forward: "Young master, you..."
Qin Liuxi meant that he didn't want her.
"You have your own destiny, but it is not by my side, but in the west. If you dare to venture, you will have your own world." Qin Liuxi handed the handkerchief to Chenpi, and then took out a jade talisman and handed it to her: "Wear it, and I will bless you with safety."