PDLP Chapter 160 The Celestial Master Opens the Acupoints, the High Immortal Fills the Soil
Chapter 160 The Celestial Master Opens the Acupoints, the High Immortal Fills the Soil
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The twelfth day of the first lunar month.
Lu County, Qingfeng Temple.
Just as dawn was breaking, several black SUVs stopped at the foot of the mountain.
Liu Zhenguo was the first to get off the bus.
He straightened his collar and looked up at the winding mountain road.
Behind them, the car doors opened one after another.
Zhang Tianshi and Qingwei Sect Leader got out of the car.
Both of them were dressed in simple Taoist robes and wore Taoist crowns on their heads, with solemn expressions.
Zhang Tianshi was carrying a bamboo basket filled with incense, candles, and paper money.
The Qingwei Sect Leader was holding a wooden box in his arms; it was a sacrificial offering he had personally prepared.
Mingxin followed behind him, holding a bunch of yellow chrysanthemums in her hands.
Following them are Jin Hao, Jing Chen, Shi Yong, Luo Yunshan, Lin Xiugu, and Zhou Zheng.
They changed into clean clothes and each carried some things.
The group began their ascent up the stone steps.
In the early morning, the mountain mist had not yet dissipated.
The stone steps were wet and slippery when stepped on.
But no one spoke.
Only the sound of footsteps echoed on the silent mountain path.
We walked for a while.
The outline of a Taoist temple gradually emerged from the mist ahead.
The blue tiles are mottled.
The courtyard wall is mottled.
The plaque above the doorway faintly displays three characters:
Qingfeng Temple.
Two people were standing in front of the door.
A young man, wearing a faded Taoist robe, stood in front.
An elderly man, dressed in the same faded Taoist robe, stood behind the young man.
It was Li Jun and the old Taoist priest.
Zhang Tianshi paused in his steps.
He looked at the young figure.
very young.
Unbelievably young.
But Zhang Tianshi knew that it was this young man in front of him who had slain the Sakura Kingdom with a single sword strike.
With a single sword stroke, Xiao Rizi was expelled from the human race.
He took a deep breath.
Keep going.
Upon reaching the front of the temple, Zhang Tianshi stopped and clasped his hands in a fist salute.
"Master Li!"
The Qingwei Sect Leader also stepped forward, clasping his hands in greeting, "Master Li!"
Li Jun stepped aside to avoid it.
"You're too kind, seniors."
"Please come in."
He stepped aside, making way for the doorway.
Zhang Tianshi looked at the elderly Taoist priest behind Li Jun.
The old Taoist priest stood there, his gaze calm.
Zhang Tianshi bowed again.
"Master Zhang."
The old Taoist priest nodded.
"Come in."
The group crossed the threshold and entered the courtyard.
The courtyard has already been decorated.
In the center is an offering table, on which are placed an incense burner, candlesticks, and offerings of fruit.
Behind the altar is that mahogany box.
Zhang Tianshi and Qingwei Sect Leader walked to the offering table and stood still.
The two bowed deeply at the same time.
Then, they took the incense from Li Jun, lit it, raised it to their eyebrows, and bowed three times.
Wisps of smoke rose into the air.
Zhang Tianshi placed the incense sticks into the incense burner, took two steps back, and looked at the mahogany box.
"Third Uncle."
He spoke softly.
"Yunpu has come to see you."
The Qingwei Sect Leader also stepped forward and placed the incense sticks into the incense burner.
He didn't speak.
I just stood there, looking at the box, at the faint outline visible under the red cloth.
Her eyes were slightly red.
Li Jun stood aside, watching the Qingwei Sect Leader.
Looking at his slightly trembling shoulders and his tightly pursed lips.
He suddenly remembered that dream.
In my dream, I saw that naive young man mustering the courage to say those words.
"I will go to Kunlun for the sake of the country, even if it means death!"
Now, that naive young man has become an old Taoist priest with white hair and beard.
Standing here, looking at the clothes of that person from back then.
A strange emotion welled up in Li Jun's heart.
At this moment, the Qingwei Sect Leader seemed to sense something.
He turned his head and looked at Li Jun.
Their eyes met in mid-air.
The Qingwei Sect Leader was slightly taken aback.
He suddenly remembered that there had once been someone who looked at him with that same gaze.
That was eighty years ago.
Senior Zhang Xuanzhen looked at him, her tone gentle:
"Cultivate yourself diligently, and don't let your master down."
Master Qingwei lowered his head.
She secretly wiped the corner of her eye.
……
After offering incense, everyone stepped aside.
The old Taoist priest invited everyone to sit down, and Li Jun went to the kitchen to boil water and make tea.
At the table, Zhang Tianshi and Qingwei Sect Leader sat on one side, while Liu Zhenguo sat on the other.
Jin Hao and Jing Chen sat on a bench against the wall.
The atmosphere was somewhat silent.
After a while, Zhang Tianshi spoke.
"Master Zhang."
He looked at the old Taoist priest with a respectful tone.
"Is everything prepared for Uncle's funeral?"
The old Taoist priest nodded.
"Everything is ready."
"The burial plot on the back mountain was chosen with the help of Master Jingchen and a few others."
"Everything is ready."
Zhang Tianshi looked at Jingchen and the other four.
"Thank you all for your help."
The five men all said they dared not.
At this moment, Li Jun came out carrying a tea tray.
He poured a cup of tea for everyone.
Then he sat down at the table.
Zhang Tianshi looked at him.
"Master Li, I have a request for you regarding the burial ceremony later."
Li Jun looked at him.
"Please speak, Celestial Master."
"I wish to personally open the acupoints for my third uncle," said Zhang Tianshi. "He is my own third uncle, and this is my duty."
The Qingwei Sect Leader also spoke up, "This humble Daoist is the same."
Li Jun remained silent for a few seconds.
Then he looked at his master.
The old Taoist priest nodded.
Li Jun then said:
"Then I'll have to trouble you two seniors."
Zhang Tianshi and Qingwei Sect Leader quickly replied, "We dare not say it's too much trouble."
……
After finishing the tea.
Master Jingchen stepped forward and said to Li Jun:
"Master, it's almost time."
"We should head up the mountain now."
Li Jun nodded.
He turned around, walked to the offering table, and looked at the mahogany box.
The box is not heavy.
But when Li Jun held it in his hands, he felt it was heavy.
The old Taoist priest looked at the box in his hand, then turned and walked out.
"Let's go."
Li Jun held the box and followed behind his master.
The group followed behind Li Jun.
The group walked along the mountain path towards the back of the mountain.
The back mountain isn't far; you can walk around it from behind the Taoist temple, and it's only a minute or so.
It was an open space, backed by a hillside and facing a stream.
In winter, the stream is shallow, but you can hear the babbling of the water.
The locations of the graves had already been marked on the open ground.
Master Jingchen stepped forward, examined it carefully, and then nodded to the crowd.
"We can begin."
Everyone stood at attention.
The old Taoist priest walked to the line and stood still.
He stood there for a while, then turned around and looked at Li Jun.
"Jun'er".
Li Jun stepped forward.
The old Taoist priest looked at him, his gaze holding something indescribable.
"When your advisor left, he didn't leave anything behind."
"Now, we've brought him back."
"You are his grand-disciple, so you dig with the first spade."
Li Jun nodded.
He handed the box he was holding to Jin Hao behind him.
He then picked up a shovel from the side, gripped the handle tightly, aimed at the soil, and dug down.
One shovel.
The soil was turned up, carrying grass roots and pebbles.
Li Jun shoveled up the soil and placed it along the boundary line.
Then take a step back.
Zhang Tianshi stepped forward.
He took the shovel from Li Jun and began to dig.
He is a cultivator with profound spiritual attainments.
With one shovelful, a large clump of soil is revealed.
But he dug very slowly.
Very meticulous.
Each shovelful of earth felt like the completion of some kind of ritual.
The Qingwei Sect Leader stood aside, watching quietly.
After Zhang Tianshi had been digging for a while, he stepped forward.
He took the shovel from Zhang Tianshi.
Keep digging.
The two took turns.
One shovel at a time.
Soon, a standard tomb appeared, about three feet deep, four feet long, and two feet wide.
The four walls are flat and the bottom is flat.
Zhang Tianshi put down the shovel and took a few steps back.
He looked at the tomb, his eyes reddening.
The Qingwei Sect Leader also took a few steps back.
The two stood side by side, silent.
At this moment, Master Jingchen stepped forward and looked at the bottom of the pit.
"You can start warming your acupoints now."
The so-called "warming the pit" involves burning paper money at the bottom of the pit, so that the warmth of the paper money can warm the land.
This is the custom for relocating graves.
It means letting the deceased feel the warmth of their descendants.
No longer lonely, no longer cold.
Jin Hao returned the mahogany box to Li Jun.
Li Jun stood to the side, holding the box.
Master Jingchen took out paper money and lit it at the bottom of the pit.
The flames flickered, and the paper money turned to ashes.
Wisps of smoke rose upwards.
Everyone watched quietly.
After the paper money had burned out, Master Jingchen nodded.
"The burial can proceed now."
Li Jun carried the box and walked to the edge of the pit.
He crouched down and gently placed the box into the pit.
The bottom of the box touched the thin layer of soil.
Li Jun's hand lingered on the box for a moment.
Then he stood up.
Take a step back.
The old Taoist priest stepped forward.
He picked up a shovel and scooped up the first spadeful of soil.
The soil fell into the pit and landed on the box.
It made a soft "poof" sound.
The old Taoist priest's hand trembled slightly.
But he didn't stop.
He shoveled a second shovel, then a third.
One shovelful of soil after another fell into the pit.
It gradually covered the mahogany box.
Li Jun also picked up a shovel and began filling the soil.
Zhang Tianshi and Qingwei Sect Leader also picked up shovels and joined in filling the soil.
Four people, four shovels.
Shovel by shovel, they filled the pit with soil.
The pit is getting shallower.
Soon, the tomb was filled in.
The soil was piled up into a small, slightly raised mound.
Zhang Tianshi put down the shovel.
He stepped back a few paces and looked at the mound.
The tears welling up in my eyes finally slipped down my cheeks.
He raised his hand and wiped his face.
Then, he knelt down.
Kneel in front of that mound.
The Qingwei Sect Leader also knelt down.
Li Jun stood to the side.
He watched the two men kneeling there, looking at the newly filled mound of earth.
Suddenly, I felt a little sore in my nose.
He took a deep breath, suppressing the surging emotions.
Then, he turned around and looked at Daoist Jingchen.
"Master Jingchen, what's next..."
Master Jingchen nodded.
"Next, we'll erect a monument."
Beside them, Liu Zhenguo and Jin Hao carried over a piece of bluestone.
That was a tombstone that had been chosen long ago.
The best bluestone has a deep color and a hard texture.
Li Jun put down the shovel and walked to the tombstone.
The surface of the monument is as smooth as a mirror, and there is nothing carved on it yet.
Li Jun squatted down and stretched out his hand.
Using fingers instead of pens.
Start carving the words.
The moment my fingers touched the tombstone, the hard bluestone seemed to turn into tofu.
Stone dust fell in a flurry wherever my finger touched.
The Tomb of My Late Teacher, Zhang Xuanzhen
[Shouldering the Qing Dynasty]
[Standing as a disciple's grandson, Li Junjing]
Lines of text appeared on the surface of the stele.
The handwriting is neat and vigorous.
Every stroke, every line.
They are all deeply embedded in the bluestone.
Sunlight fell on Li Jun and on the tombstone.
Those words gleamed faintly in the sunlight.
at last.
The final stroke was made.
Li Jun withdrew his hand.
He took two steps back and looked at the tombstone.
The old Taoist priest stepped forward.
He looked at the tombstone for a while.
Then, he bent down, placed his hands on the tombstone, and stood it upright.
Li Jun stepped forward to help.
Together, the master and apprentice placed the tombstone firmly in front of the grave.
The base of the monument is buried in the soil.
The monument stands upright.
Sunlight fell on the monument, making the inscriptions clear and distinct.
Together, the master and apprentice placed the tombstone firmly in front of the grave.
The base of the monument is buried in the soil.
The monument stands upright.
Sunlight fell on the monument, making the inscriptions clear and distinct.
The Tomb of My Late Teacher, Zhang Xuanzhen
The old Taoist priest stood in front of the stele, looking at the inscription.
He opened his mouth, as if to say something.
But he didn't say anything.
Just standing there, watching.
Looked for a long time.
Then, he slowly knelt down.
Li Jun stood beside him and knelt down as well.
The master and apprentice knelt side by side in front of the grave and kowtowed three times.
My forehead touched the cold earth, carrying the scent of soil.
a bit.
Two times.
Three times.
Then they stood up.
Li Jun supported his master's arm.
The old Taoist priest's hands were trembling, but he stood very steadily.
He looked at the new grave, at the tombstone.
a long time.
He spoke softly.
"Master."
"You should rest well."
"From now on, your apprentice will come and talk to you every day."
The wind is blowing from the other side of the mountain.
The wind blew his Taoist robe.
The wind rustled the hem of Li Jun's clothes.
The wind stirred the paper money that had not yet burned completely in front of the grave.
The ashes of the paper drifted and floated into the distance.