In the afternoon, there was a cold wind, no sunshine, and cloudy.

On the back mountain of Shifei Village, Qiu Buping stood in front of the new tombs all over the mountains, without tombstones, no bouquets, and even lacked paper money, incense and candles for the ceremony.

This battle was caused by the damage from the French village.

More than a thousand elite soldiers in the village died in battle, almost everyone was injured, and more than a thousand people returned to the Southern Dynasty with the ghost scholar.

This battle completely destroyed the elite troops of the French village.

As for the minions at the foot of the mountain, the losses were smaller.

Although those people were also from the French villages, they were just outside members and could fight a good fight. This time they were raided by the Southern Dynasty, although they ended up winning the French villages.

But since last night, a small group of people, Ma, had already left the village.

This is a non-city village, and not all of them are heroes.

After all, there is only one life, and cherishing one's life is not a mistake.

Qiu Buping wore a white mourning uniform, white cloth on his head, and Lang Mu was dressed the same.

The leaders and minions on the back mountain were all wearing filial piety, silent, with only low sobs, wrapped in the sad and sorrowful joy.

Xiao Tie stood behind his father.

He followed Qiu Buping and kowtowed to the new tomb in front of him. He also participated in this high ceremony, which was truly accepted by the remaining people in the village.

Shen Qiu and his group stood on the outside.

They are not from non-city people, so they do not have to participate in the festival.

It is also said that they were allowed to watch the ceremony, but it was recognized by the French.

At this time, the "professionals" who could not find the rituals. After Qiu Buping personally visited, Lang Seng presided over the rituals.

Fortunately, he is also a monk.

I am not unfamiliar with this process of tribute to the dead.

In the solemn and sorrowful joy, the monk was wearing a yellow monk's robe and a red cassock. He sat solemnly on a platform, beating wooden fish, turning Buddhist beads, and reciting the Ksitigarbha Sutra.

The sound echoed on the back mountain with the blessing of true energy.

There were a few people from the village who could recite scriptures behind him, and they also recited them together, which made this shivering ceremony more solemn.

"Xiao Tie found his biological father, Qiu's village leader helped, and we saved our senior brother again."

The girl Qingqing was put on her shoulder by Xiuhe, which was a little taller than Shen Qiu. She was in a bad mood. She looked at the ritual in front of her and whispered:

"It's obviously two very happy things, why is this ending?"

No one answered this girl's question.

People of this era attach great importance to the rituals. Even those who cultivate immortals like Hua Qing also had a solemn look at this time, while the mountain ghost was holding the Chengying Sword and standing behind everyone.

He was wearing a mountain ghost mask and could not see his expression.

But Shen Qiu knew that the mountain ghost must have been silent for these dead people in his heart.

Otherwise, with his personality, things that are not interested in, will not come to participate at all.

"Senior brother, you say that it is really a big mess between the leader Qiu and his two brothers."

Qingqing rode on Xiuhe's shoulder, bent down, and said softly to Shen Qiu, who ignored her:

"They are clearly true brothers, but in the end they are terrified. The ghost scholar and the living king of hell both said it was for the good of the Qiu village leader.

But who is right and who is wrong?

Senior brother, I thought about it all night and didn’t understand it. Please help me think about it.”

"Where is anyone right or wrong in this kind of thing?"

Shen Qiu didn't speak, but the young master Hua Qing who was standing aside said in a low voice:

"Wu Shifeng colluded with the Southern Dynasty and started civil strife in the village, trying to destroy the right and wrong village. He should be a bad person. But I think that when the ghost scholar made this decision, he must have been in great pain.

He has been in this village for 14 years and he is also a member of the village.

When he said he wanted to destroy the right and wrong village, he had already made up his mind not to live alone."

Hua Qing sighed and said:

"The ghost scholar is absolutely loyal to the Qiu Village Master.

There is no need to doubt this. In order to free his elder brother from the pain, he can give up his life and other brothers.

Not to mention Liu Junshan, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is stupid and loyal.

But it was this kind of rough man who died for loyalty and asked his elder brother to forgive the betrayer before he died. This kind of loyalty seemed to be thrilling to outsiders.

But it also messed up my heart."

Young Master Hua Qing smiled bitterly.

He said:

"It's a cleansing heart in the world.

The incident in Suzhou and the incident in Qilu really made me interested in this world that I disdained. This trip to the wrong village was wrong!

I really shouldn't have come..."

"But you are here."

The mountain ghost who had been silent suddenly said:

"It is difficult to make a good knife without being beaten."

"Your words are a bit similar to my master."

Hua Qing opened the folding fan with a silhouette, shaking it while saying to the mountain ghost:

"Don't you have the nerve to say to me, you savage in the mountains, don't you also want to see how this matter should be ended?

Otherwise you should have left long ago.”

The mountain ghost shook his head, but didn't say anything again.

It was not until everyone was silent that Shen Qiu stretched out his hand, patted Qingqing's arm, and signaled her to get off Xiuhe. He whispered:

"There is nothing right or wrong in this matter. If you have to say it wrong, then the wrong one should be Qiu Buping, not Liu Junshan and Wu Shifeng."

"Hey, senior brother, what do you mean?"

Qingqing looked at Shen Qiu in surprise, but the latter stopped talking.

It seems that I have no interest in this issue anymore.

In front of them, the monks recited Buddhist scriptures nine times, finished the rituals, and stopped sorrow and joy.

A minion gave Qiu Buping and others a bowl of turbid wine. The non-city leader drank most of the bowl of wine, and then sprinkled the remaining wine on the new grave in front of him.

It was buried there, Liu Junshan, and Qianguaizi.

"My son, remember."

Qiu Buping took the empty bowl, pointed to the land left beside the new tomb under his feet, and said to the iron behind him:

"If you die for your father in the future, you will be buried here!

Being a brother is a brother, and being a brother is also a brother. After going out of the underworld, I will accompany my brother to be free and easy in the underworld.

I will never be able to settle the right and wrong in this world.

If the underworld is also unfair, I will naturally have a good fight with the King of Hell!"

"Bang"

The wine bowl in his hand was smashed to the ground and smashed to pieces.

"It's all the people in the village!

Let’s serve you to make a big show for us brothers!”

Qiu Buping shouted, and the sound spread across the back mountain. Behind him, the bandages and weak-faced leaders walked forward.

Like a grudge, drink half a bowl of wine and pour the remaining half bowl onto the new grave.

The sound of the broken wine bowl is connected, like a carnival scene when heroes drink and have fun.

only...

The new grave is desolate, and the separation is sad.

“Don’t be too anxious on the road to the underworld.

Slow down, slow down, slow down, brothers and comrades are right next to you.

Drink this glass of loyalty wine, don’t drink the Mengpo soup. In the next life, I will be far away from my heart and courage, and go to the battlefield to die with the thief.”

Some elderly bandits sang songs without any joy, only full of sorrow.

Between the unspoken roar, a mountain villager hurried to Qiu Buping and handed a letter nailed to the arrow to the leader of the village.
To be continued...