Bone Picker

Chapter 162
After I kowtowed, one of his senior brothers helped me up. This should be a ceremony for family members to pay their respects. The details vary from place to place, but they are all similar.

I walked to the side of Zibuyu, took a look into the coffin, and finally saw the true face of Master Zibuyu clearly, the first and last time.

My first feeling is that this is what a Taoist priest should look like in my impression.

Thin, vicissitudes of life, the bun is obviously combed, but the head is full of silver hair.

Judging by age, it must be at least seventy or eighty.

His senior brother pulled me and said softly: "Please rest in the living room!"

I followed the senior brother to the living room.

After I sat down, he made me tea and asked me: "Are you a descendant of the Qiangu Li family?"

"Well, this senior brother, what's your name?"

"My son is not confused, he is the second child." He introduced himself.

"Brother Buhuo, what is the reason for the old man to go?" I asked curiously.

"Well, I won't hide it from you. One is that the master has reached his age. It stands to reason that 82 years old is considered a long life. Secondly, the master has the habit of eating aconitum honey. Although the aconitum honey has been diluted, it still has some flavor. Toxicity, it’s okay to eat a little bit at ordinary times, but my master eats it often, and the toxicity has been accumulated in the body, so that now the poison occurs.”

"Aconitum?" I asked him with wide eyes.

"Yes, Chuanwutou, this is a traditional Chinese medicine, which is specially used to treat gout and eliminate dampness. You also know that we have been living in this deep mountain, and the humidity is heavy in the morning and evening, so we will take this traditional Chinese medicine to eliminate dampness. Xie, we also eat, but not as frequently as my master."

I don't know exactly what this aconite honey is and how it is made.

But I know that Aconitum aconitum is highly poisonous. Generally speaking, traditional Chinese medicine is very cautious in using this medicine. Generally, if you are not sure, you dare not use this medicine.

"We also often persuade my master to let him eat less and try not to eat, but he has been eating for decades, and he said that he is addicted. If he doesn't eat this aconite honey wine, he will feel weak and can't sleep. , To put it bluntly, I am already addicted, I can’t quit at all, we can’t talk to him, seeing that he is over 80, so let him go, I didn’t expect today..." Zi Buhuo frowned and shook his head .

I also sighed and understood.

Old people are sometimes very stubborn. My grandfather used to be very stubborn.

I have tried to persuade him many times, but he would not listen at all. Sometimes when I get angry, he will promise perfunctorily, but the next day he will cheat, forget to promise, and continue to drink.

According to what he said, there are no hobbies in this life, and if you don't drink other things, you can just have a sip of wine. If you don't even let you drink, what's the point of living?
I guess Zibuyu and his master Hao's addiction to aconitum honey should be the same as the addiction to smoking, alcohol addiction to alcohol, and addiction to betel nuts.

Already addicted, if he was asked to quit suddenly, he couldn't quit at all, it was like killing him.

Now that I know the truth, I feel a little better.

At least the old Taoist was greedy for aconitum honey and died of poisoning, not by others.

Otherwise, even if the sky is turned upside down, the seven senior brothers will avenge their old benefactor.

"My condolences, Brother Buhuo." I comforted me.

"En." Zi Buhuo nodded, then walked over and said, "You guys have been on the road all day, you are tired, and you must have not eaten. I will ask my mother-in-law to get you something to eat."

"Don't bother, you are busy with your work, don't worry about me."

But I have to say, I was really tired and hungry.

Zibuyu was in grief, maybe he couldn’t feel it, I followed behind all the time, and I was too embarrassed to say rest or eat or drink some water.

I just followed him on the road, not even drinking my saliva along the way.

"It's okay, no trouble, and no one else is here." After speaking, Zi Buhuo walked out.

I wondered, anyway, this gossip school is also an old school with hundreds of years. It stands to reason that there should be many friends in the world.

The head of the Eight Diagrams Sect passed away, so these relatives and friends should be notified to come and give them away.

Could it be because the place where the Baguamen is located is a nature reserve for giant pandas, and no one is allowed to enter except the people of the Baguamen?

I couldn't figure it out, but fortunately I didn't want to, I sat down obediently, poured a few cups of tea and drank it, and I was really too thirsty.

As a guest, I came here for the first time, and it was very unfamiliar, and it was not easy to go out and walk around.

And the atmosphere is not right, everyone is immersed in the grief of losing a loved one, it is not easy for me to go out.

Not long after that, a woman, probably Zi Buhuo's wife, came in with a bowl of steaming noodles.

"Little brother, thank you for your hard work. I have been with you all the way and rushed back. Eat something to fill your stomach. There is nothing good in the mountains, so let's eat a bowl of plain noodles."

"Thank you sister-in-law."

"You're welcome, I'll call you when I'm done eating, there's still some in the pot." She turned her head to look at the lobby, and said, "I'll go and pull Silence down, and let him eat with you."

Then I heard in the hall, everyone was persuading.

But Zi didn't answer, first choked up, and finally cried again.

I know persuasion is useless, Zibuyu at this moment simply can't bear it, and I definitely won't listen to persuasion.

When my grandfather passed away, I didn't eat for three days and nights, but only drank some water.

It wasn't until the whole person couldn't hold on anymore that he fell asleep.

So I can understand Zibuyu's state at this time.

I didn't care, I picked up the chopsticks and started eating. I was really tired.

I will eat as soon as possible, and then I will try to help as much as I can.

While eating, my sister-in-law came in with a bowl and placed it opposite me.

"I'll go and persuade him to come down again, how can I not eat." Then the persistent sister-in-law went to the lobby again.

Then there was another round of persuasion, everyone persuaded, and even made a move.

Several people worked together to push Zibuyu to the living room, and pressed him on the seat forcibly.

"Shut up, I understand how you feel now, but the master is gone as soon as he is gone, the dead cannot be brought back to life, if the master is still alive, I don't want to see you like this."

"Yes, don't say anything. Master loved you the most during his lifetime. I don't want to see you so sad."

"Don't say anything, hurry up and eat. After eating, I have the strength to take care of the funeral for the master."

A bunch of people persuaded one after another.

Zibuyu raised his head slightly, and unconsciously met my gaze.

That look is so scary, it gave me goosebumps.

"I can understand how you feel now. When my grandfather left, I was alone. I guarded my grandfather's body for three days and three nights. You have to eat something, and you will be able to work when you are full. There are many other things. Things are waiting for us to do." I persuaded him aloud.

Zibuyu looked down at the chopsticks on the table, reached out to pick them up, and held up the bowl with tears in his eyes.

Tears fell into the bowl, mixed with the noodles, and he sent them into his mouth in big gulps.

(End of this chapter)