There were countless old deacons squeezing forward. Some pulled Fang Che aside alone, and some directly surrounded Fang Che with dozens of people...
Then one by one, they tried their best to stuff banknotes and resources into Fang Che's hands.
"Mr. Fang, we know these are too few, but...it is too heavy for you to come up with it yourself. We don't want this title anymore. We must ask Mr. Fang to accept these..."
"It can be considered that we have done our part for the brothers who sacrificed their lives... and done our best."
"Yeah yeah……"
Everyone is very honest and wants to contribute.
Our brothers, our comrades, and our comrades-in-arms, we can’t let Mr. Fang go out alone, right? Then who are we?
Now that the fire has started, I will add more firewood even if I die!
People have the same mind and the same reason.
More and more people did this, and Fang Che felt helpless.
Because this matter really shouldn’t be expanded.
He simply jumped onto the high platform, waved his hand for everyone to stop, and then said loudly: "I understand everyone's thoughts, and I understand everyone's behavior, but I can only do this by myself, so please stop talking.
Worried about me."
"Also, why can I do it in my own name? Because, although we know that this is a good thing, it is not a good thing for the world's guardians, because there will inevitably be comparisons.
...We have guarded the main hall, but what about other guarding halls? Right, all of these must be considered."
"Also, everyone comes to send me money, resources, and participate together. I understand your intention. But... people may be poor or rich, and their situations are different. We cannot generalize... You all come to send me money, and others have no idea.
In the eyes of colleagues of Yinzi, it is natural to form a kind of forced donation...right? Then should they take it? If they don't take it, they will feel uncomfortable. If they take it, their families will be in trouble. We are all fellows, who doesn't know
Who? Whose family is truly wealthy?"
Fang Che's words made all the deacons think deeply, with heavy sighs on their faces.
As Fang Che said, maybe in the eyes of outsiders, everyone looks glamorous when it comes to eating and drinking, but they know that their lives are really not that comfortable. Things often happen when people are stretched thin.
Especially when it comes to cultivation resources, the feeling of helplessness arises every day.
Fang Che continued: "Furthermore, this is also a kind of comparison and persecution for other guard halls. Because the family members of other guard halls who sacrificed their comrades will inevitably think that Baiyunzhou can raise money.
You can't get along? So, I know you have good intentions, but your good intentions will drive down all the comrades in the world."
This sentence is more intuitive.
Many old deacons nodded silently.
Someone sighed: "We understood this truth as soon as Mr. Fang said it. But Mr. Fang is doing it alone, after all, it is still too much."
Fang Che smiled and said, "Don't be embarrassed, everyone. Don't feel sorry."
He stood on the high platform, smiled casually, and put on an infinitely melancholy face: "Who made me so rich? Who made me have so much money, I can't spend it all, I can't spend it all!
You don’t understand my melancholy and my helplessness... Just let me spend some time on my own."
Suddenly everyone below fell silent.
Now I no longer want to donate money, and I also want to rob some.
Steal? Stealing is not allowed.
You can't beat him for stealing.
But thinking about it, I still can't beat him... everyone felt even more melancholy.
Of course, Fang Che was just joking, saying: "So this time I'll take the lead first, and at most you can treat me to a few more drinks in the future, right? Just treat me as if I'm drinking again, you won't be so stingy, right?"
"
Suddenly everyone burst into laughter: "That's inevitable!"
Fang Che said: "Everyone, hurry up and work. Someone will be here in the afternoon. We don't have much time. How are you preparing everything? It's our first time doing this work, so don't lose anyone."
"That must not be possible!"
Everyone is busy again.
Donating money is no longer mentioned, but everyone understands in their hearts that Mr. Fang has really done both a good deed and a disaster.
A good thing is a good thing, but as time passes and word spreads, I don’t know how many people will point their fingers at Mr. Fang and scold him for Shaobao, putting on a show... forcing others to roast on the fire, etc...
People's hearts are complicated.
Just because you have done something good, the whole world will understand you and praise you.
Some say that you win people's hearts, some say that you are trying to gain fame, some say that you harbor evil intentions, some say that you break the rules, and some even say that you may come to ask for financial support...
After all, only a few people receive funding, but the vast majority do not receive resources. Compared with the entire world, they are insignificant.
Mr. Fang is still as careless in doing things as ever.
In other words, after careful consideration as always, I still resolutely go further and further on the road of being a single husband.
"Mr. Fang, what a tough guy!"
Jing Xiuyun couldn't help but admire from the bottom of her heart: "If I hadn't gotten married, I would have crawled into Mr. Fang's bed no matter what!"
Zhao Ying'er on the side blushed and spat: "Sister Yun said it so harshly, huh...my brother-in-law of yours is also a well-known hero."
"Comparing your brother-in-law with Mr. Fang...the cultivation of martial arts and doing things is like the fluorescent light and the bright moon. If you compare the appearance, it is like the dung beetle compared with the swan...Oh, I won't say it anymore. The more I talk about it, the more uncomfortable it becomes, and it's a bit disgusting.
, people are more irritating than others..."
Jing Xiuyun sighed, looking sideways at Zhao Ying'er's eyes, and said leisurely: "I wish we could meet before we were married... Ying'er..."
Zhao Ying'er's eyes were following Fang Che's figure in a trance. When she was called, her face turned red and she was in a hurry: "Where is this window grille posted?"
"Hahaha……"
Jing Xiuyun laughed loudly.
Halfway through laughing, she noticed that carriages were starting to arrive at the gate of the guard hall. It was the goods she had ordered yesterday. She quickly waved her hand and led a group of people to check the goods.
Another group of carriages came from the distance, and the custom-made boxes arrived.
"A few more people, this way, this way." Jing Xiuyun called.
Then the entire guard hall became busy.
It was really too busy. Countless carriages were arriving to deliver goods, and they were lined up tightly. Everyone guarding the hall directly used their body skills to swish back and forth.
…
Fang Che stood at the highest point of the guard hall, standing with his hands behind his hands, looking at the rows of houses extending out of Baiyunzhou below, silently lost in thought.
Yuan Jingjiang appeared behind him at some unknown time.
"Fang Che, thank you!"
Yuan Jingjiang was silent for a long time before finally saying this.
"There's no need to thank me, that's also my colleague."
Fang Che sighed softly and said: "Same robes are like brothers and feet, they should not change due to life and death."
"Fang Che, do you know how many people have died in the Baiyunzhou Guarding Hall in the past hundred years?"
Yuan Jingjiang asked seriously.
Fang Che was stunned, and suddenly realized that he had overlooked something. He couldn't help but sweat on his vest, and turned around suddenly.
"How many people have been notified? Or is there a time limit?"
"You don't need to worry about these. You have already paid so much money. It is not appropriate for you to worry about anything else."
Yuan Jingjiang said: "The notice was sent to the families of the deacons who died within a hundred years, more than a hundred years ago... Each family has some supplies. And these parts, the entire person guarding the hall was busy all night, and they have already
All have been sent over.”
"Any family member who has ever served and sacrificed his duty in guarding the main hall... one share for each family, whether it is five hundred years or one thousand years."
"But the oldest ones can only be traced back to six hundred years ago. As for the older ones, even blood relatives can't be found."
He sighed softly: "As for those who can come, some of their family members within a hundred years are in Baiyun Continent, and some are in other continents. Last night, 175 people set out overnight to pick them up."
Yuan Jingjiang showed a hint of bitterness on his face.
"The price of today's prosperous age is how many heroic souls are sleeping forever..."
He seemed to have a lot of emotion to say, but he could only say these few words and could no longer say any more.
"Xishan Cemetery..."
Fang Che asked silently: "How many of us were buried?"
"It has been thousands of years since the Xishan Cemetery was established, until a few days ago... until Tang Zheng was buried in it..."
Yuan Jingjiang stared blankly at the rising sun in the sky, and said word by word: "Buried 471,979 of our Baiyunzhou Guards Hall!"
Four hundred and seventy-one thousand nine hundred and seventy-nine!
This number made Fang Che's body suddenly shake, and his pupils dilated: "So many?"
This number is too huge.
You must know that these people guarding the main hall are all high-level warriors compared to ordinary people!
Even if it is four thousand years, there are more than 400,000 people, and an average of more than 100 people die in battle every year! At least!
Fang Che only felt that his throat was dry: "Is there no such thing as a peaceful year in these thousands of years, where no one dies?"
"That's for sure."
"That means that if you exclude the Taiping Year, hundreds of people will die every year on average!?"
Fang Che was shocked.
How many people are there in the entire guard hall in normal times? Counting the city branches, the logistics and finance canteen, etc., the total number of people is less than 5,000.
"Sometimes, when encountering the demonic flames, the deaths of those guarding the main hall are simply shocking. I heard that in one of the worst years, there were three groups of people guarding the Baiyunzhou main hall in one year. The first two groups... all died.
Clean and tidy, not a single one left.”
"That year, ten thousand people died just from the warriors guarding the main hall in Baiyun Continent!"
Yuan Jingjiang chuckled, stretched out his hand, pointed at the entire territory of the huge Baiyun Continent, and said softly: "Mr. Fang, the current prosperity of Baiyun Continent, with hundreds of millions of people and a majestic city, is built on the foundation of more than 400,000 heroic souls.
!”
"But we...if you don't come, we won't even be able to take care of the descendants of Yinghun's family."
Yuan Jingjiang's voice was heavy and vicissitudes of life.
Fang Che was silent.
The two of them didn't speak for a while, just watching quietly.
Looking at Baiyunzhou, which is made of heroic souls, the more I look at it, the more lovely I feel. The more I look at it, the more sour my heart becomes, and I feel like I want to cry. The heavy weight on my shoulders seems to be the entrustment of the heroic soul.
Fang Che remembered something.
"The lights of thousands of families are all on my shoulders; the life and death of all people are on my body!"
There has never been a moment when I understood this sentence so deeply and felt the responsibility in this sentence so deeply. It’s like the sky, the sea, the mountains!
A loud sigh.
Dissipated in the wind.
…
afternoon.
Countless crowds of people began to gather towards the Baiyunzhou Guarding Hall from all directions. There were white-haired old men, middle-aged women with young or young children, and women alone; some were well-dressed, and some were alone.
The clothes are shabby but clean...
It can be seen that each of them has worked hard to dress themselves up.
There are warriors and ordinary people.
Guarding the entrance of the main hall, colorful baskets full of flowers stretched out on both sides, like soldiers lined up to welcome him.
On the ground among the flowers was a bright red carpet, which was spread hundreds of feet from the outside in, covering the ground directly.
The entire ground of the guard hall was paved with red carpet.
Mountains of flowers and seas of flowers, fragrant and fragrant.
Twenty-four elderly warriors who had guarded the main hall in Baiyunzhou for more than sixty years were waiting at the door to welcome guests. They knew many people.
When I see a family member, I can basically call out each person's name accurately, and then the deacon in charge of registration will check the box, and two other people will come over to pick him up.
Move on to the next one...or the next one.
In front of the main hall, there are two huge couplets.
The first couplet is: Loyalty and iron bones build the glory of the mainland!
The second line is: Heroism and heroic spirit protect a continent of white clouds!
Hengbiao: Loyal and loyal through the ages!
Entering the guard hall, you are faced with a huge mountain stone. It is cut flat and square.
There are names engraved on all sides.
Densely packed!
Every name is carved with a steel knife, stroke by stroke, the golden sword is faint, the iron is painted with silver hook, fierce and majestic, and the sharp edge is revealed!
Just like a team of soldiers on the battlefield, everyone still holds a sharp steel knife in their hands!
It gives people a clear feeling from the bottom of their hearts that ‘the hero’s soul has passed away, but the war is still going on!’.
In front of the stone monument is a huge incense burner, with incense curling up.
Every family member who came in looked eagerly for the familiar name on the stone tablet.
When I finally saw it, my eye circles suddenly turned red and tears fell down.
An old woman whose hair was about to fall out was supported by a warrior wearing a robe to guard the main hall. She stood tremblingly, looking at the name above with turbid eyes, her eyes wandering.
"Xiao Qi...I finally see you again..."
The three words "Yan Xiaoqi" on it are powerful and powerful every stroke, as if they are about to fly out of the sky, fly into your eyes, and fly into the bottom of your heart.
"Xiao Qi, you came to Baiyunzhou to take office ten days after we were married. It's been eighty-three years since we parted ways..."
The old woman burst into tears: "Eighty-three years! I know you are resting in peace, but do you know how I came here? It has been eighty-three years, and the son you have never seen has become a guardian.
Now, you are still standing here, as sharp as before!"
She pointed her finger at the name and said to the son next to her: "That... is your father! Let your father see you. You are better than your father. At least you are living well. Give your father some incense."
The middle-aged warrior bowed deeply, lit a bunch of incense, respectfully inserted it into the ashes of the incense burner, stepped back, and bowed again.
"Yan Xiaoqi, this is your son. I have been worthy of you in my life! When I die, I will come to keep you company. I am afraid that you will still be young and handsome then, and you may not like me, an old woman..."
She looked at it infatuatedly, without turning her head. She just said softly: "My child, when mother dies, she will also come to Xishan Cemetery. Remember."
"...Mother will always live."
"I have lived enough... Your father has been waiting for me for eighty-three years..." The old woman shook her head, glanced at her husband's name with nostalgia, then turned around and gave up her seat.
As he walked, he kept looking back.
When she finally walked into the hall, she let out a desolate sigh: This was the place where her husband had been on duty during his lifetime. She affectionately reached out and touched the walls, tables and chairs, as if feeling that her husband's breath still lingered somewhere...
Countless people stopped in front of the big rock.
Incense.
Tang Zheng's mother also came down with the help of her sister. She saw the word "Tang Zheng" at the bottom. The old woman's eyes were red and she stretched out her hand to touch it gently.
"Zheng'er... are you still used to being there? Now that you have a wife, stop being so timid. If you have something to do, discuss it with your wife more often. If you miss your mother, come and see her in your dream... Your mother misses you too, every day.
think……"
She lit the incense in her hand but did not put it in. Tears kept flowing: "I really don't want to put the incense down. As soon as the incense is put up, it tells me that you and your mother are in two different worlds..."
Next to him, there was a thin old man squatting on the ground, stroking the name 'Li Changxue'.
Not a word, just an affectionate touch.
Just like back then, when my son was young, he stroked his head.
"Your mother has missed you for thirty years...she also came to find you last year. Have you reunited?"
The old man's wrinkles were like ravines, and there was some envy in his eyes: "You are reunited... But you have to wait for me, I want to see my grandchildren... I will report to your mother one by one when I go down..."
People kept coming in on the red carpet, coming to the big stone, stopping, searching, and muttering something.
More and more incense candles were lit in front of the stone monument.
Amidst the smoke.
This huge stone seems to have a bit more divinity. Every name is more lifelike, powerful and solemn.
It seems that these thousands of heroic souls have returned collectively and reunited with their families silently.
Follow your family silently...
Jing Xiuyun was busy at the door, but suddenly her eyes were fixed and she walked forward: "Mr. Ju, why are you here?"
Opposite is a tall woman with a high ponytail wearing a Venus deacon costume, carrying a long knife on her back, and two gold stars on her collar. She looks neat and heroic.
"Let me see Zuo Guanglie."
The woman with high ponytail said softly.
Fang Che, who was at the door of the hall, turned his head suddenly when his ears twitched.
Yuan Jingjiang whispered: "That's Ju Xiushui, the general deacon of Baixiangzhou; it's Zuo Guanglie's... they are lovers, anyway, it's quite complicated. Both of them have very strong personalities."
Fang Che let out a confused sigh, his eyes were deep, and there was inexplicable pain deep in his eyes.
The woman with a high ponytail carried a knife on her back, with a faint smile on her face, and said to Jing Xiuyun: "Zuo Guanglie said at first that he would go to Baixiangzhou to propose marriage after getting into Venus; but I waited until now..."
She looked at Zuo Guanglie's name on the boulder in trance, and murmured: "...he didn't go either."
Jing Xiuyun felt sour in her heart.
He comforted: "Mr. Ju, you also..."
Ju Xiushui, a woman with a high ponytail, smiled faintly, interrupted Jing Xiuyun, and said: "We both want to be strong. We both obviously have the intention, but we always want to be more perfect... When he asked me, do you want to marry? I was willing at the time.
, but what he said on his lips was: Let’s wait until you reach Venus.”
"Since then, I have had some regrets, but I refused to admit my mistakes, let alone come forward to criticize... But Zuo Guanglie, a stubborn person, actually said: Then I will come again. Since then, I have not even once
Been there!”
"Even if he goes once, I will tell him that there is no need to wait for Venus, I am willing to marry!"
"But he was stunned and didn't go."
Ju Xiushui's eyes were red and her plump lips were trembling.
Jing Xiuyun also shed tears: "Mr. Ju, can you... come in?"
"I'm not going in."
Ju Xiushui took a deep breath and said: "I am not his family member, I have not become his family member yet... How to get in? If I go in, Zuo Guanglie will not feel at ease even if he is under Jiuquan."
"Can……"
Jing Xiuyun only felt pain in her heart and didn't know what to say.
"I came here this time just to tell Zuo Guanglie something!"
Ju Xiushui smiled, her smile blooming like a flower.
She placed a horn around her mouth with both hands and shouted loudly to Zuo Guanglie's name on the big stone: "Zuo Guanglie! Listen! If we could turn back time, we could go back to the day when you asked me if I would marry...
…I’ll tell you: I do!”
A crisp sound echoed in the air.
Everyone was moved collectively.
He couldn't help but turn around and look at the tall, heroic woman standing at the door.
Ju Xiushui greeted everyone's gaze calmly, her lips trembling, but her eyes were fixed on the name.
She actually seemed to be waiting for a response.
But she was still disappointed in the end.
In the smoke, Zuo Guanglie's name was silent, and his pen was sharp, looming in the smoke.
Ju Xiushui laughed miserably: "You are still so stubborn! Zuo Guanglie, when we meet again in Jiuquan, then let's calculate the total ledger of this life."
She turned around and walked ten feet away, but couldn't help but look back.
But Zuo Guanglie's name has been completely obscured by smoke.
She bit her lip and finally turned away.
Two tears fell on the red carpet with a pop.
The red silk on the handle of the knife on his shoulder danced and gradually disappeared into the distance.
Jing Xiuyun shed tears and was filled with sadness, but she felt that there was another person beside her. When she turned around to look, it was Fang Che who was already standing beside her at some point, staring at the direction Ju Xiushui left.
Jing Xiuyun said: "Mr. Fang, this is..."
Fang Che said hoarsely: "I know, this is Ju Xiushui, Zuo Guanglie's favorite person during his lifetime."
He kept watching Ju Xiushui's figure disappear into the distance before finally turning around.
Look at Zuo Guanglie's name in the smoke.
He stood quietly for a while.
"Old Zuo..."
Fang Che called softly, his voice so low that it was almost inaudible.
"Mr. Fang?"
Jing Xiuyun didn't hear clearly and asked uncertainly.
"fine."
Fang Che took a breath and said, "Xiuyun."
"Um?"
"In the future... if Mr. Ju has anything to do, remember to tell me. When we can help, we must remember to help."
"Yes, Mr. Fang. This is what it should be."
Fang Che nodded.
"It's a bit surprising that he left like that."
"Mr. Fang, Mr. Ju can't come in."
"Um?"
"Being unmarried and having an unjust reputation is not a good thing. If you come in, Deacon Zuo will not be willing to do it in heaven. He will think that he has delayed Mr. Ju's happiness, and his soul will be uneasy. Because...he is an unmarried daughter outside. Come in,
She is a newly widowed woman."
Jing Xiuyun said in a low voice: "Mr. Fang, Mr. Ju actually wanted to come in. Otherwise, she would not have come today. But today, she restrained herself and was not as willful as usual."
Fang Che raised his face and closed his eyes.
Ju Xiushui's expression at the moment before leaving came to mind, biting her lips and holding back tears. This girl...maybe she will regret that day in her life when she didn't agree to Zuo Guanglie's proposal...
"What a pity in this world."
Fang Che's heart sank, as if a big mountain was pressing down on him.
On the contrary, Jing Xiuyun was very calm and said softly: "Mr. Fang... there is nothing we can do about it. As long as the We-Only Orthodox Church is still there, such regrets will happen every day... a lot."
"After guarding the main hall for a long time, a person's heart will become very hard and open-minded."
"Because if you can't look away, there's no way you can work here."
Jing Xiuyun smiled lightly: "Every moment, my brothers and sisters may leave me; every moment, I may leave you all and die forever."
"Xishan Cemetery is our...eternal destination."
Jing Xiuyun smiled and said: "So today, we are sincerely grateful to you, President! Thank you!"
She said solemnly.
Fang Che was silent.
Take a long breath in, take a long breath out.
Incense and candles were burning, and the smoke filled the guard hall.
Fang Che felt that as he walked into the hall, the countless names carved on the stone seemed to have turned into countless pairs of eyes, looking at him in the rising smoke.
Fang Che stopped and turned around.
A salute to those names and those heroic souls.
Stride away.
At the beginning of the afternoon, all the heroic family members arrived.
The summer wind began to blow wildly, and white clouds floated in the sky, forming strange and spectacular fish-scale clouds in the sky.
Layer upon layer, layer upon layer; flawless white.
The sun shines slantingly, and every white cloud is lined with a layer of gold.
The golden light shines brightly.
Like soldiers lined up neatly, they are mighty and sacred.
In the hall, tens of thousands of people were densely packed, but in an orderly manner.
The walls of the entire hall are full of deeds of the fallen heroes. Each name, matched with a section of deeds, is neatly and neatly pasted on the wall.
Everyone looked at the names and deeds of their relatives for a long time.
Occasionally there would be sobs, but there was also a feeling of nostalgia and pride.
On the high platform in front, there are eight large characters.
Eternal fame.
The majesty lasts forever!
Refreshments and snacks were placed on the table. Some people chatted nearby and got to know each other. They were all a little novel and excited to participate in this occasion...
The solemn hall and the deeds of heroes and relatives all around made everyone feel extremely safe and infinitely at ease.