Bazhen Mountain is actually a small mound in the western suburbs of Beijing. During the Ming Dynasty, it was officially used as a cemetery.
The name Bazhen is also named because it is rich in eight kinds of non-ferrous minerals, including red soil, white soil, and fire soil.
Since the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, this place has been designated as the resting place for great figures of all ages in China. For a time, only people with a certain status could be buried here.
But later, this place was completely open to ordinary people, and as long as they had enough money, they could be buried here.
Han Jiulin remembered clearly that the last time he came to Bazhen Mountain was on the first day of October ten years ago.
Ten years later, Bazhen Mountain has changed a lot from what Han Jiulin remembered. There are free trolleys, drink vending machines, gold paint pens for tracing monuments, flowers, and small boxes.
Cold food, etc.
This dead land is filled with modern self-service items and some commercial atmosphere.
Han Jiulin and the other two people kept walking all the way to the interior of Bazhen Mountain, the Bazhen Mountain People's Cemetery.
In front of Zhao Xianya's tomb.
Han Jiulin's face was gloomy.
I saw red paint splashed on the tombstone. Although the red paint had faded over time, it still looked so eye-catching in this solemn cemetery.
Around the tomb, black dog excrement was spread densely on the ground, and flies and mosquitoes were flying and circling around.
Han Jiulin took a deep breath, turned to Ding Zhongqiu and said, "Go get me a broom and dustpan."
Kong Qianqiu responded and quickly turned around to find a broom and dustpan.
I just wanted to clean up those black shit.
Han Jiulin stretched out his hand to stop Kong Qianqiu and said, "I will do it myself."
Kong Qianqiu was stunned for a moment, then nodded and handed the broom and dustpan into Han Jiulin's hands.
Han Jiulin took the broom, came to the tomb, and slowly and carefully swept the black dog excrement into the dustpan.
Zhao Xianya died unexpectedly when Han Jiulin was ten years old.
Originally, after Zhao Xianya passed away, she should be buried in the Han family ancestor cemetery.
However, the Han family insisted on burying Zhao Xianya on Bazhen Mountain.
At that time, Han Jiulin had a big quarrel with his father and elders because of this.
However, the Han family said that Zhao Xianya died unexpectedly and must not enter the Han family's ancestral grave as it would affect the feng shui.
At that time, Han Jiulin was still a child after all, and it was impossible for him to take charge of the Han family's affairs.
Even if you don't want to accept it, you can only accept it painfully in the end.
Ten years ago, when Han Jiulin was deprived of the title of Qilin son and expelled from the Han family, Zhao Xianya's spiritual tablet was also thrown out of the Han family ancestral hall.
While Han Jiulin was sweeping up gangsters, he recalled scenes from the past in his mind.
When all the black shit was cleared away and Kong Qianqiu was about to clean it up and throw it away, Han Jiulin said: "Pack up all this shit and keep it safe for future use."
Kong Qianqiu was startled for a moment, nodded, found a bag, poured all the black dog feces into it, and packed it up.
Immediately afterwards, Han Jiulin took the cold food from Han Jiulin's hand, placed them one by one in front of Zhao Xianya's tomb, lit incense, inserted it in front of the tomb devoutly, then knelt on the ground and burned paper in the brazier.
Han Jiulin and Kong Qianqiu also knelt down on both sides of Han Jiulin and burned paper to worship with Han Jiulin.
Staring at the photo on the tombstone, which was stained by red paint and had become vaguely illegible, Han Jiulin's voice suddenly became more choked and said: "Mom, my son is unfilial. It will be ten years before he is qualified to worship you."
Hearing Han Jiulin's swallowing sound, Ye Zhaoling and Kong Qianqiu both trembled inwardly.
My husband does not shed tears lightly, but he has not yet reached the point where he is sad.
This undefeated Northern Warlord, a contemporary God of War with iron-blooded wrists, had tears in his eyes at this moment.
Moreover, what he said sounded so sad that people couldn't help but feel sad!
As the War Lord of the North, the King of Beiqi, the most dazzling figure in China, he has not been qualified to worship his mother for ten years?
How unwilling and angry must he be in his heart?
For ten years, his mother’s tomb has been splashed with red paint and black shit!
As a son of man, even an ordinary person cannot bear this kind of humiliation!
Let alone Han Jiulin?
At this moment, Kong Qianqiu understood deeply why Han Jiulin didn't let him throw away the black shit.
It is time to stay and must stay!
One day, I will pay back all this humiliation!
When the paper money burned out, Han Jiulin fell to the ground, kowtowed three times vigorously, stood up and said: "Mom, don't worry, I will settle the account with the Han family for the humiliation our mother and son have suffered!"
"Next time I come back, I will make you proud and proud!"
"Wait for me!"
Just when Han Jiulin gathered his mood and was about to turn around and leave, he heard a sarcastic voice coming from not far away.
"Hey! Mom, daughter-in-law, look, that bitch whose tombstone had red paint thrown on it, there are people coming to pay homage!"
Han Jiulin's eyes were cold and he suddenly turned his head to look over!
About twenty meters away, I saw a young man and woman and a middle-aged woman, also carrying paper money and cold food, coming to a tomb, intending to pay homage to the deceased.
At this time, the three people all looked towards Han Jiulin.
The person who spoke was a young man with long hair in his twenties.
This man wears earrings and has a short haircut. He and his wife and mother are all dressed in luxurious clothes. At first glance, he is no ordinary person.
Moreover, the fact that members of the family can be buried in Bazhen Mountain speaks volumes.
Seeing that Han Jiulin and the others looked at each other unkindly, the man didn't know how to restrain himself at all. Instead, he still had a mocking look on his face and said unscrupulously: "What are you looking at? Am I wrong about what I said?"
He pointed at Zhao Xianya's tomb and sneered: "That Zhao Xianya's tomb was splashed with red paint before my father passed away five years ago. It said, 'Zhao Bitch has done all the evil things and will not have a good death during his lifetime.
There will be no peace in the future!'
In the past five years, I have come here to burn paper to worship my father during festivals, but I have never seen anyone come to worship that bitch Zhao."
The middle-aged woman smiled coldly and said: "I don't know how many evil things that bitch Zhao did during her lifetime, so that after her death, someone wrote such vicious words on the tombstone with red paint."
The young woman said: "Maybe he did something unscrupulous. I heard that when a wicked person dies and goes to hell, he will definitely be severely punished."
This family of three, just because of what they saw with the naked eye, was blinded and thought they saw the whole truth of the matter.
Without any scruples, he talked unscrupulously in front of the family members of the deceased about how vicious the deceased was during his lifetime and how cruelly he would be punished after his death.
The evil aura rising from Han Jiulin's body gradually boiled and boiled amidst the discussion among the three of them!
Ye Zhaoling and Kong Qianqiu, on the other hand, also had gloomy faces and stared at the family of three with cold eyes.
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