Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 5578 Guiding the maze
Hearing that Yang Ruoqing had dreamed of Xiu'er again, Luo Fengtang's expression became a little solemn.

"Why is this happening? Is this what I've been thinking about these past few days? Or is there some other reason?" He said to himself.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head: "If I dreamed once in a while, it might be a coincidence, but it's a little strange to dream of the same scene two nights in a row."

Luo Fengtang said: "Could it be that that kid Xiu'er wanted to tell you something?"

Yang Ruoqing thought it made sense, but she couldn't understand it.

"Anyway, I'm going to the Taoist temple tomorrow to ask Daoist Yuan about Jiaojiao's affairs, so I might as well tell about this dream and ask him to help me understand it," she said.

Luo Fengtang nodded, "Alright, I will accompany you to the Taoist temple after breakfast tomorrow."

……

On the third day of the first lunar month, the sky is bright, and there are sounds of gongs and firecrackers outside.

There was also Guan Nian's yelling: "Everyone in Changping Village, get up and see your ancestors off!"

On the 24th of the twelfth lunar month, the ancestors were picked up to return to the village for the New Year, and they were sent away early in the morning on the third day of the first lunar month. This has been the custom over the years.

Yang Ruoqing was woken up by the sound of firecrackers, and opened her eyes, Luo Fengtang was already sitting by the bed putting on socks.

"Come back at 24, leave on the third day of junior high school, nine days before and after, this is the annual leave of the ancestors!"

Hearing her teasing, Luo Fengtang turned his head and smiled at her.

"There's one thing I can't figure out," she stretched, and then said, "You said that you brought your ancestors back for the New Year on the 24th of the twelfth lunar month, so why do you guys have to go there on the eve of the New Year's Eve?" Burning incense on the graves of the ancestors? It stands to reason that they have already returned to the village, so the yin house is empty?"

This question stopped Luo Fengtang from asking.

"Uh... Maybe some ancestors are too lazy to move, or maybe they think that the younger generations in the family are unworthy descendants, so they don't want to go home for the New Year. So the big guys go to the grave to burn incense again, what do you think?" He said.

Yang Ruoqing thought for a while, "It seems to be reasonable. It's not surprising that there are many people who are polite, and the ancestors are the same."

Luo Fengtang laughed again, raised his hand and pinched her deliberately exposed feet, "It's still early, you sleep a little longer, I'll go to the front yard to set off firecrackers to send off the ancestors."

Yang Ruoqing gently rubbed his feet against the palm of his hand, "It's not warm to sleep alone, come back to sleep with me when you finish the firecrackers."

He smiled and nodded, "Yeah."

Tucking her feet back into the quilt, she got up and strode out of the bedroom.

Yang Ruoqing turned over, closed her eyes and waited quietly for the sound of firecrackers in the yard.

In a daze, she heard footsteps entering the house, and the footsteps stopped when she reached the jade curtain.

Is Tang Yazi back?
The firecrackers are over so soon?But she hasn't heard the sound yet.

The footsteps stopped outside the jade curtain, paused, and did not enter the bedroom for a long time.

Immediately afterwards, the footsteps turned back again, and a tea bowl on the Eight Immortals table in the outer room fell to the ground with a bang.

Yang Ruoqing sat up abruptly, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and asked outside, "Tang Yazi, but you're back?"

Open the jade curtain and go to the outer room, the door of the outer room is closed tightly, there is a teapot on the Eight Immortals table, and six tea bowls are upside down beside it.

Every teacup was intact, and there was nothing unusual on the ground.

The four windows are also closed, and the yellow and white orange cat brought back last time has been kept by Luo Baobao in her room, and rarely comes to this room.

What's happening here?
Yang Ruoqing froze in place, confused.

In the front yard, there was suddenly the sound of crackling firecrackers. Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses, feeling a chill, she tightened her clothes and went back to the dormitory and sat under the covers.

Having seen a lot of life and death, she is not afraid of any ghosts at all, she is just confused about such mysterious things.

She was sure that she wasn't an auditory hallucination in a dream, so what was it?
Such light steps, the steps are still a little unsteady, very much like the steps of a toddler.

Xiu Er?

……

Yang Ruoqing didn't mention this matter to Luo Fengtang, after breakfast, the two went straight to the Taoist temple at the foot of the mountain.

In a wing room in the backyard of the Taoist temple, Daoist Yuan retreated from Xiaomo, closed the door and had an interview with Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang.

She first inquired carefully about Jiaojiao's affairs, but what Daoist Yuan said was no different from what Mrs. Sun reported back yesterday.

But this time, Daoist Yuan also told Yang Ruoqing: "That child Jiaojiao will have filial piety within two years."

"Respect filial piety?" Yang Ruoqing's heart sank suddenly.

Generally speaking, the first priority of filial piety is parents, followed by grandparents such as grandparents.

If you go up to the great-grandfather and great-grandmother, you can be regarded as bonus filial piety.

She wanted to calculate for Duo'er at the first time, but Duo'er's time was not accurate at all.

"Master Dao, are my sister and brother-in-law alright?" she asked.

Daoist Yuan shook his head, "The list of destiny is so listed, as to whether it will come true, everything has a definite number, and everything has a variable."

Yang Ruoqing was dumbfounded.

Luo Fengtang comforted her in a low voice: "These things can only be referenced in detail, not fully believed. You can ask the Taoist priest about the dream."

Yang Ruoqing then told Yuan Daochang about the dream of these two nights, and deliberately concealed what happened this morning.

Yuan Daochang meditated cross-legged, wearing a dark yellow Taoist robe with a black and white gossip pattern embroidered on his chest, a lotus flower crown on his head, and a pair of black round-toed ten-square shoes with a cloud head pattern embroidered on the upper.

Holding the hexagram in one hand and hanging it in front of her chest, the other hand is holding the floating dust, her brows and eyes are slightly closed, her nose and eyes are downcast, and she is muttering something that Yang Ruoqing can't understand.

The sandalwood on the desk in front of him curled up, showing the Taoist master's transcendence.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't trust these things 100%, but she didn't dare to deny them completely. The world is magical, and human beings are the smallest, and the mysteries in it are difficult to pry into.

So there are some things, whether you believe it or not, what you want is nothing more than your own peace of mind.

Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang drank fragrant tea, waiting patiently for the result of Daoist Yuan's calculation.

After a bowl of tea, Daoist Yuan raised his hand and slowly opened his mouth, twisting a beard at the corner of his mouth.

"Every cause has its fruit. Mrs. Luo had the same dream two nights. It's because the prematurely disabled child wanted something from you."

Yang Ruoqing looked at Daoist Yuan without blinking, waiting for his next words.

Daoist Yuan continued: "The river you saw in your dream is the Santu River in the underworld. According to Taoist records, the Santu River is the river at the junction of Yin and Yang. Manjusawa blooms on this side of the river, and Fengdu City is on the other side of the river. There is no bridge on the Santu River, if you want to go from one bank to the other, you have to take a small boat."

"Crossing the river costs six cents, not too much, not too little, so when a person passes away, the relatives need to put six copper coins in the coffin of the deceased, so that they can be used to cross the river."

Hearing Daoist Yuan's words and thinking of the two nights of dreams, Yang Ruoqing suddenly realized.

When Xiu'er died, the old Yang's family was in a mess. Yang Yongxian made a small coffin and put Xiu'er in the small alley next door to guard for a night. After dawn, he carried it out for burial.

(End of this chapter)