Volume 2: Yunji Canghai Chapter 505: Ji County
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No information related to Ye Yu's family has been found in the ancestral hall of Yejiaji nor in the nearby mountain forest tombs. "" (.) This trip was to bury the remains of his wife and his wife. It would be a pity if the ancestral graves of the Ye family could not be found.
A child came over wiping his nose, followed by two native dogs enjoying themselves. He handed over the remaining fruit in his hand, causing the little guy to jump up with joy, and Lin Yi continued to move forward. Arriving under an old tree at the head of the village, he chatted with two old men basking in the sun for a few words, then came to a ruined wall at the end of the village.
The collapsed house was in disrepair and was now in ruins, overgrown with weeds and quite desolate. Next to this place is a small, dilapidated courtyard. A woman with a pretty face just happened to walk out of the courtyard door. She suddenly saw a strange Taoist priest. She trembled with fright, and with a "pop", an earthen basin fell into pieces.
"Ah!" She exclaimed in surprise. She was going to pick up the pot, but then realized that she was acting awkwardly in front of outsiders. She suddenly panicked and didn't know what to do. But the young Taoist came over, and when she was about to turn around and avoid it, he spoke -
"Sister-in-law, I wonder if your ancestor had a person named Ye Laoquan?"
After asking a question, Lin Yi stopped. He learned from the old man at the head of the village that not all residents in Yejiaji had the surname Ye. It was not easy to find a person who lived more than two hundred years ago. For example, the family at the end of the village is extinct, and there is no way of knowing who their ancestors are.
Ye Yu is the only son in the family. Both his parents are dead. He went out to practice Taoism but has not returned, so he is not dead. With this in mind, Lin Yi came to the end of the village. When he saw the panicked woman, he couldn't help but ask more questions. Perhaps Ye Laoquan and his uncles and brothers are passing on the incense of the Ye family!
The woman looked to be in her mid-twenties and was a little frail. When she heard someone asking, she leaned against the courtyard door and hurriedly bowed, but then shook her head in confusion.
Lin Yigong smiled helplessly, held his hands in his hands, indicating that he was not intrusive, and turned to leave. But the woman said from behind: "According to my man, this neighbor's surname is Ye, but because there are no descendants to take care of it, the beautiful house has become a ruin. Also, the Yejiaji is divided into front and back villages. This is For Houcun…”
The former village of Yejiaji is where people with the Ye family name gather. The two old men at the entrance of the village did not explain this, thinking that they were in the wrong place. Lin Yiyi thanked him, and suddenly asked curiously: "The family that was ruined is named Ye? I wonder if your eldest brother is here, so I might as well ask for advice on this!"
Her expression darkened. The woman was touched by Lin Yi's words and burst into tears. She pulled up her sleeves and wiped them, and said, "I'm not afraid of this Taoist priest's joke. My man is in a lawsuit!"
Lin Yi was slightly stunned, looking at the dilapidated yard in front of him, thinking, this is obviously a poor family, how could they be sued! He still apologized: "I was just presumptuous!"
The young Taoist in front of her was gentle and polite, and the woman felt a little at ease. She leaned forward and said, "Taoist Priest, there is no need to do this. It's the men in my family who are ill-fated, and I can't blame others..."
Although this woman was miserable, she still had the helplessness of obeying fate. It can be seen that this is a person with a gentle and virtuous temperament. Lin Yi comforted him casually: "If your eldest brother behaves correctly, the government will let him go in the future and reunite your family..."
"Good luck!" The woman sighed and whispered: "...But my man is an honest and honest man, but he was forcibly involved in several murder cases by the government. I'm afraid he won't be able to come back!"
"Oh!" Lin Yi pondered for a moment, and then said: "You might as well tell me..."
This woman's man's surname is Qi, and he is called Heizi. When he went to the county town to sell mountain products, he was locked up by the government officials, saying that he was related to a murder case.
Qi Heizi is dark and strong, but he is illiterate and has an upright heart. After being fooled several times by the policeman, he thought he could go home by deferring his confession. Unexpectedly, the government found the main culprit and put him on death row. And his woman, the country woman who was talking to Lin Yi, didn't understand and didn't dare to go to the government to argue. She was so frightened that she had no idea. She could only stay at home sadly and pray that her man would be safe soon. Return.
After comforting the woman for a few more words, Lin Yi said goodbye and left. Across the road is the former village of Yejiaji. After visiting several old people and borrowing the genealogy of the surname Ye, he still found the names of Ye Laoquan and his son Ye Yu behind a single branch of the surname Ye. But no one knows where the Ye family’s ancestral graves are.
He had personally promised Ye Yu that he would send him and his Qiaoer home, but he could not bury him with his parents. Lin Yi felt that he had failed his trust. Something that seems simple and easy turns out to be very difficult to implement.
Immortal? Heaven and earth, yes! omnipotent? Nonsense! He walked slowly towards the entrance of the village, looking quite helpless.
It seemed that the only option was to bury the remains of Ye Yu and his wife on a nearby mountain. With this in mind, when he was not far from the village entrance, Lin Yi turned to follow the field ridges and walked between the ridges. A few miles away, there is a mountain of earth dozens of feet high.
It's late winter, and the ridges are all yellow and desolate as far as the eye can see. Occasionally, one or two winter-awaiting birds are startled and fly up in the grass, then disappear into the distant fields. As Lin Yi was walking, his steps suddenly slowed down and he turned his attention to the three carriages running happily on the official road. The car was beautifully decorated, so it was not surprising that it belonged to a wealthy family. What is surprising is an old man sitting in the car in front.
The old man closed his eyes and relaxed in the warm carriage, looking very comfortable. There are two young maids beside them, holding a heater and a fruit box in their hands respectively. They behave diligently and serve attentively. This was clearly the way a wealthy family would travel, and in official circles, such a situation was normal, but there was still a hint of surprise in Lin Yi's eyes.
The old man was dressed like a wealthy businessman, but he was clearly a monk. Although he deliberately concealed his spiritual power, he could not hide it from Lin Yi's discernment. A monk hiding among the common people might not be famous. Because this is still a monk in the early stages of foundation building. In addition, his appearance does not look unfamiliar, maybe he is an old friend. But Lin Yi's brows wrinkled, and his expression looked a little gloomy.
In the two carriages following behind, there was a middle-aged man sitting in each, both dressed as wealthy people, and they were both served by maids. These are two Qi-training monks. The spiritual power on their bodies fluctuates slightly, and their methods of concealment are exactly the same as those of the old man in front of them. However, the auras of these two people were disgusting.
The three carriages drove away one after another, and there was a county town forty or fifty miles away. Lin Yi retracted his gaze, his brows were still slightly furrowed, and he continued to walk forward. When it walked into a dry ditch, it suddenly disappeared.
This is an ordinary small county called Ji County. Within the gray and low city walls, there are thousands of households, as well as various shops, and of course, government offices and prisons.
There is a courtyard behind the county government office, which is messy and dirty. Even in the cold winter, there are bursts of inexplicable odor. Here is the prison of Ji County. And a room in the yard where someone was guarding alone was a death row. The doors of these cells are made of bars as thick as a child's arm. Inside, there are naked people huddled in the corners of the walls, shivering due to hunger and cold.
At sunset and dusk, it was time to eat in the prison. Several men with disheveled clothes and stains all over their bodies walked in with stern expressions, carrying a steaming wooden barrel behind them. One of them slapped the steel knife on his waist and shouted with a violent voice. On the fence around the yard, hands holding broken bowls and pots were eagerly stretched out and waving feebly.
Inside the death row, there were three men in shackles, all of them disheveled. A gust of cold wind hit, and the three of them huddled together.
One of them casually threw the earthen basin in his hand aside, smacked his lips, touched his shriveled belly, and cursed bitterly: "Porridge is like water, and there is only one bowl. It's not easy to mix it with water to fill up. Don't be hungry." Damn me! Damn it..." The man raised his head, revealing a dirty face with scars, and a bit of violence flashing in his eyes. He stretched out his hand to the person opposite and said arrogantly: "You stupid Qi Heizi, bring the porridge, the uncle is still hungry!"
Qi Heizi, as his name suggests, his face is stained with dirt and blood, and he looks like he is suffering from torture. His hands and feet were thick, and he originally had a strong body, but now his back was hunched and he looked very weak.
Qi Heizi, who was carefully drinking porridge, heard the sound and quickly covered the pot in his arms with his arms. He stared angrily and said, "I'm still hungry..."
Another person huddled in the corner, with a dry look, was sticking out his scarlet tongue, licking the soup on the basin, and did not forget to sneer at the two people: "Those who are about to die are not afraid of the sword and axe." The pain is caused by the struggle between mouth and food, but it is actually animal nature!"
"Liu Coffin, you are like a dog, you don't deserve a beating..." The scarred man cursed and climbed up. Regardless of the heavy shackles on his body, he kicked the person who spoke hard. He kicked him over, then turned over and sat down again, covering his ears tightly, and then there was a sharp howl that echoed through the prison——
"Ouch——! The gangster is killing people! Tong Scar is killing people and breaking out of prison——!"
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