It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road feel like they are dying.
On this day, the Qingming Festival arrived, and it rained heavily.
The thin drizzle came and went quickly. After the drizzle, the air became much fresher.
Zhang Yutang and Xu Jiaorong, together with Li Yong and A Bao, packed up some pork, chicken, incense, candles, gold paper and other things and headed towards the security hall.
In the security hall, Xu Xian had been waiting for a long time. He saw Zhang Yutang and his group coming from a distance, but did not go up to them. Instead, he stood in the security hall and waited quietly.
Looking at Xu Xian who was like a golden boy, Xu Jiaorong's face was filled with radiance, which diluted many of the sadness of visiting the grave. She stepped forward, stretched out her hand, gently smoothed the inconspicuous wrinkles on Xu Xian's clothes, and asked:
"Everything is ready. If you are ready, let's go. When you go, remember to bring an umbrella. If it rains and your clothes get wet, you get cold or get sick, you will be in trouble."
Xu Xian said calmly:
"Thank you for your concern, sister. I am also a cultivator now, so I don't mind the storm. Now that everyone is here, let's go."
Xu Jiaorong looked at Xu Xian with empty hands and said:
"Brother, why didn't you prepare something? Go to your parents' graves and make some preparations."
"When a person dies, it's like a light goes out. Everyone is dead. What's the use of preparing these things? They can't see them or eat them at all. They're just doing it for show."
Xu Xian sighed deeply:
"We go to the graves just to express our condolences. In fact, it has no use at all. It has no effect at all. If we are really filial, it is better to take advantage of them while they are alive. Let them worry less and let them be more.
hapiness."
Xu Jiaorong frowned slightly:
"It's better to take some. Everyone does this. In addition to grieving, it's also a custom. It's also a little bit of everyone's thoughts for the deceased. They hope that the deceased can really have a soul in heaven and enjoy these tastes. If you don't take it, others will look at you.
If you arrive, you will inevitably be gossiped about."
Xu Xian shook his head and said:
"Sister, go your own way and let others speak. How can you change yourself because of other people's gossip? As scholars, we should act according to our heart and not be afraid of rumors."
Seeing that Xu Xian could not be persuaded, Xu Jiaorong was speechless for a moment and looked at Zhang Yutang. Zhang Yutang stepped forward and said with a smile:
"We have prepared a lot of things. It doesn't matter whether Xu Xian prepares or not, let's go together."
Xu Jiaorong walked beside Zhang Yutang with her eyebrows slightly furrowed. Xu Xian walked calmly among the crowd without commenting. He walked toward the grave, the place where their ancestors were buried. It was relatively far away from here, passing by the West Lake.
A road stretches straight without any corners. Some places along the road are deep old forests, ancient trees, and big birds flying around.
A group of people walked all the way without stopping. It was a short journey, but they were fast. It didn't take long to reach the cemetery.
Whoosh!
On the empty road ahead, a fishy wind blew up from the ground, and the strong wind rolled back the grass, making it a mess.
Immediately, a snow-white tiger jumped out of the thick fishy wind. The snow-white tiger looked majestic and powerful. Its thick limbs were like pillars made of steel. The hair in the middle of its forehead was curled up to form a "king" pattern.
As soon as the tiger landed on the ground, its heavy body brought up a cloud of dust. The tiger's eyes were shining brightly. It looked at everyone without the slightest fear, but with a look of help, like a suffering person or a passerby.
General help.
After stopping everyone, the snow-white tiger did not attack everyone. Instead, it lay on the road, slowly opening its big mouth, and its snow-white steel teeth were arranged like blades with cold light.
"tiger......"
The nature of a woman made Xu Jiaorong scream, and she immediately hid behind Zhang Yutang subconsciously. Seeing that Zhang Yutang was standing still, she took a sneak peek and looked at the meek lying in the middle of the road with her eyes open.
Xu Jiaorong was surprised by the snow-white tiger with its huge mouth, and walked out from behind Zhang Yutang and asked:
"Sir, what's wrong with it? Why is it blocking our way?"
Zhang Yutang observed it calmly and said:
"This tiger is psychic and won't hurt us intentionally. Besides, I think it needs something to ask for. Why don't I go up and see what kind of trouble it has encountered."
Xu Jiaorong’s beauty faded:
"No, I won't allow you to go. What if there is any danger?"
Xu Xiandao:
"Brother Zhang, this is just a beast. How much intelligence can it have? We don't need to worry about it. It's important to hurry up. If it dares to get violent and hurt people, just kill it. We, the scholars, should be both civilized and military, and we can go hand in hand.
Killing a tiger is also a beautiful thing that can make you famous."
"Tiger has no intention of hurting others, so why should people want to hurt tigers?"
Zhang Yutang patted Xu Jiaorong's hand and comforted:
"Don't be afraid. If it wanted to hurt us, it would have done it long ago. Look at its eyes, there is a hint of cruelty and fierceness. Trust me, it will be fine."
Ouch...
The snow-white tiger was already psychic. He glanced at Zhang Yutang gratefully and let out a gentle tiger roar. A few tears overflowed from the tiger's eyes, and his open mouth closed slightly.
Xu Jiaorong said in surprise:
"Sure enough, there are some psychics. Then be careful. If you see something strange, run away quickly. Don't show off."
"Don't worry."
Zhang Yutang turned around and walked towards the snow-white tiger, smiling:
"This Brother Tiger, of course, may be Sister Tiger. Are you in any trouble? If you want my help, please nod. If there is no trouble and you don't need my help, just nod twice."
As soon as Zhang Yutang finished speaking, the snow-white tiger head nodded slightly and looked at Zhang Yutang with bright eyes, his eyes full of gratitude.
"Well, what trouble do you have, and how can I help you?"
The snow-white tiger opened its mouth when he heard this. Zhang Yutang looked into the tiger's mouth and saw a bone spur lying across the tiger's throat, blocking its throat.
"It turns out that the bone spur is stuck in your throat. I stretched out my hand to help you pull it out. You must bear it and don't close your mouth, otherwise my arm will be destroyed."
The golden jade clothes protected his arms. Zhang Yutang slowly put his hand in and gently pulled it out. He took an inexplicable bone as long as a palm and as wide as two fingers in his hand and threw it towards the roadside:
"Okay, it's okay. Brother or Sister Tiger, please leave. We are on our way."
Ouch...
The snow-white tiger looked at Zhang Yutang several times, nodded its head, and crawled on the ground with its forelimbs, like a disciple kowtowing. After nodding three times, it roared loudly, and ran into the deep mountains with wind on its four hooves.
Seeing Zhang Yutang save the tiger, Xu Xian looked a little surprised and said nothing. The four of them went to the cemetery together and worshiped Doctor Xu one by one. Xu Jiaorong looked at Dr. Xu's tombstone and was filled with sadness. She couldn't help but burst into tears.
Face full of fluids.
The dead are gone, what can the living do?
Besides crying, what else is left?
After visiting Doctor Xu and Mrs. Xu's grave, the four of them turned back and Xu Xiandao said:
"It's still early. I haven't been out for a long time. I want to take this opportunity to visit the West Lake."
Xu Jiaorong looked at Xu Xian worriedly and said:
"Sir, why don't we go together? Do you think it's okay?"