Chapter 20 Chapter 28: The End of Huangzang Valley

The news of Xu Shuzheng's death reached Duan Qirui's ears, and before he could think about it, he fainted on the ground.The doctor and his family members rescued him for three to four hours before he regained consciousness.He was in a trance, as if in a dream.He didn't believe that Xu Shuzheng could die. "He can't die, he has enough resourcefulness and bravery to repel the god of death!" However, when he soberly knew that Xu Shuzheng was really dead, he fell down on the bed again in a daze.No matter who or what method is used, he can't wake him up.He squinted his eyes, straightened his limbs, tilted his nose to the side, and closed his mouth tightly, except that his heart was still beating slightly.Duan Qirui also "died".

At dawn the next day, he woke up, got angry, jumped up from the bed, and shouted repeatedly: "Come on! Come on!" When someone came, he went to make a phone call without saying a word. "I want Zhangjiakou, I want Feng Yuxiang!" The call was about to go through, but Duan Qirui spoke in a calm tone instead. "Commander-in-Chief, Langfang is your jurisdiction. Your troops are stationed there. There was an assassination of the country's special envoy there. What do you think should be done?" Feng Yuxiang said: "I understand. I have ordered Zhang Zhijiang to find out the facts immediately and arrest the murderer."

"All right," Duan Qirui said, "within three days, hand over the murderer to Beijing." "Yes!" Feng Xiang pretended to be firm and said, "I will try my best to do it." "It's not about trying, it's about having to!" "Yes!" Feng Yuxiang put down the phone -- did Duan Qirui think that Feng Yuxiang would really arrest the murderer? But Feng Yuxiang put down the phone, smiled faintly, and then forgot about it.Duan Qirui ordered people to set up a mourning hall in his home, and personally led his relatives in Beijing to hold a grand mourning ceremony for Xu Shuzheng.He fell down in front of the spirit tablet, hugging his head and crying.Then, I solemnly said to my children and grandchildren: "Listen, all of you. From now on, every year when offering offerings, Grandpa Xu's tablet must be placed next to the ancestral tablet, and you must kowtow to Grandpa Xu. Offer incense!" The confession is over.He retreated slowly into the room by himself.

Duan Qirui was so sad that he didn't even know how to deal with this matter.He couldn't make up his mind for a moment.He wanted to find Lu Zhonglin, the commander-in-chief of Beijing's garrison, and asked him to deal with the case; but he then thought that there was Zhang Zhijiang in Langfang, and Lu Zhonglin couldn't handle it.So I had to give up.He wanted to find Zhang Zuolin and asked him, "Who killed Xu Shuzheng?" but he didn't look for him.He was bored in the room, and his mood could not be calm. In the midst of grief and indignation, he suddenly decided to "do it immediately and write a sacrificial letter for Xu Shuzheng!"

He sat at the table of the Eight Immortals, spread out the paper, picked up the pen, and wrote without thinking: Army General Yuanwei's Shinto Monument to Eliminate the King He suddenly put down his pen and said to himself: "Isn't it writing a sacrificial oration? Why did you start writing an inscription?" He frowned, thought for a long time, and finally made up his mind: "Okay, I'm going to do it for Youzheng." A grand funeral, with a large tombstone erected in front of the tomb. Now, I will write a monument for him." When Duan Qirui was meditating, he thought of it in his mind, so confused that he didn't know how to "inherit" and how to "break the problem"--Xu Shuzheng's extraordinary talent and wisdom, Xu Shuzheng's broad mind, Xu Shuzheng's treatment of people and things, Xu Shuzheng's respect for others. Duan Qirui's loyalty and support cannot be expressed clearly in words.Duan Qirui suffers from his inability to express accurately, his thoughts are chaotic, and his subordinates are even more chaotic.After writing a few lines of mournful words, the following words came out of my pen:

......Leaders and bureaucrats are extremely hard-working and have different interests. Their talents are far superior to those of their peers. ..... After writing here, I will review it carefully, but I am extremely dissatisfied, so I crush it and throw it away.But he couldn't write any more.In the end, he just wanted to go up with the matter of "how to burial and dignified". --Duan Qirui is a "tiger" among the "Three Heroes of Beiyang".After the first battle of Zhiwan, this tiger basically became a dead tiger; the dead tiger had the opportunity to be the "head of state" again, and that was just a "return to the light", and it no longer had the power of a tiger.

Feng Yuxiang and Zhang Zhijiang were heavily armed, and he had nothing to do with them when he was in power. He could only use his spare time to buy a thick coffin for his "military adviser". He wore a general's military uniform, wore a command knife on his waist, and the handle was decorated with gold thread. For the funeral, the coffin stopped in Beijing.Xu Shuzheng's descendants were still sober, and in the winter of the following year (1926), they buried him in his hometown - under Huangzangyu Mountain in Xiaoxian County. The long years, the vast land, spring, summer, autumn and winter, go round and round; windy when it should blow, and rain when it should rain, no one can dominate, and no one dares to dominate.Nature, selfless and fearless, ruthless and unintentional, leaves its footprints rigidly and rigidly every year!

Huangzangyu is a place that silently follows the cycle of the universe. The leaves go from growing to falling, from green to yellow and withered, and the weather changes from warm to cool, and then to cold. People know that it is another year.Year after year passed in a hurry, and the years were like the water of the Yangtze River, rolling forward one wave after another, endlessly.In an instant the dolls became adults.The old go to the grave; then the grown-ups give birth to babies and grow up, and gradually die of old age.In this way, generation after generation, life and death, life and death, some people left footprints, or shine in the annals of history, or left a bad name for thousands of years; some people came and left silently, as if they just came to this world to see In one glance, it disappeared without a trace...

Forty-five years have passed in the blink of an eye! What Xu Shuzheng did, the mountains and rivers of Huangzangyu didn't care, and Ruiyun Temple didn't seem to care.There is an additional "Tomb of General Yuanwei" at the foot of the mountain. Only those who walk by the tomb will say "ah!" In fact, the number of tombs is increasing day by day, just like adding babies to the world. Beijing is unpopular.It would be surprising if such a thing happened, people would not die of exhaustion! Strange to say, in the year Xu Shuzheng died—some say it was four months before Xu Shuzheng’s death, Huangzangyu was the same as forty-five years ago: at the turn of spring and summer, there was a rare hailstorm .A hockey ball the size of an egg is pulled from the sky to the ground. With the whistling wind, it takes only one bag of cigarettes, and the westerly wind sweeps away the fallen leaves, causing the trees and crops to wither.Houses and gates were devastated, and even birds and animals were killed and injured! The difference in this disaster is that a person was killed by hailstones in the Huangzangyu area.This person is none other than Miao Wu, the presiding abbot of Ruiyun Temple after Master Xingkong.

Yu 5 One day, someone saw a miraculous scene with his own eyes: dark clouds rolling over from the northwest, thunder and lightning, and wind and rain followed: the tall trees all leaned down! Master Miao Wu was wearing cassock, holding a golden bowl, Walk out of Ruiyun Temple slowly, and climb along the winding mountain to the landslide.Outside Huangzang Cave, he folded his palms and closed his eyes, muttering something.After a long time, he continued to climb.When we reached the top of the mountain, the wind was roaring and the hail was crazy; the egg-sized ice ball hit the ground, making a "ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping" sound.Miaowu first looked up to the sky and smiled, then sat cross-legged in meditation, put his hands together and closed his eyes, letting the rain hit the ice... What's more strange is that after the wind, rain, thunder and hail stopped, no trace of Master Miaowu could be found all over the mountain. body.

At the turn of summer and autumn of this year, the Huangzangyu area did not suffer from locust plagues, but unexpectedly encountered a drop of water for seven to forty-nine days.From lake depressions to hills, there is no end to dryness.The ground is a piece of clear loess, the soil slope is a piece of gray gravel, and even the trees are stripped of their green leaves.In the vast field, there is not even a grass bud.not see.The autumn grains are not harvested, and the farmers and families eat less and drink less. Originally, Xu Shuzheng had little to do with his hometown.He left home for Jinan at the age of twenty, returned home to bury his grandmother and father at the age of thirty-five, died at the age of forty-five, and had nothing to do with anyone.However, his two older brothers, Shuxian and Shuhuang, must hold a grand funeral ceremony for him-- Xu Shuzheng was a high-ranking official. He lived in a remote village, where the sky was high and the emperor was far away. The local people were very rare: seeing an official, it was even rarer to see a high-ranking official. Especially, he had never seen a funeral for a high-ranking official.As a result, men and women with a radius of tens of miles were amazed, and those who could walk went to the vicinity of Liquan Village to join in the fun.What a great funeral! Xu Shuzheng's coffin was transported from Beijing to Xuzhou by train, and then carried from Xuzhou to the cemetery at the foot of Huangzangyu Mountain by manpower.It is more than fifty miles from Xuzhou to the cemetery, and the road has been re-paved.The tall and short trees along the road are all covered with white silk, and plain balls are hung.There is no altar in the village, and a banquet is held in Yuzhen.No matter where the old friends, relatives, or close relatives come to pay homage.There is no difference between the thickness of the gift and the thickness of the ceremony.Even if only two copper plates were offered, the host would also give one white silk, and invited them to a sumptuous feast of eight pieces.Famine years, starvation, waiting to be fed, it seems so noisy, all the neighbors and villages are alarmed.There are groups of mourners, men, women, young and old, and the banquet is held day and night.It has been open for seven full days! Among the mourners, there was a man with a square face, white skin, and tall stature. His appearance and behavior were exactly the same as Xu Shuzheng! When he appeared under the coffin, his hands were empty, his eyes were blank, and he just stood upright and did not move.The steward and the filial family members were all dumbfounded. The host invited him to the small guest room, and he refused to offer tea or cigarettes, and let him sit and ignore him. "Which town and village do you come from, sir?" asked the person in charge. "Huangzang Valley, Liquan Village." Everyone was shocked! "Sir, what is your name?" "Xu Shuzheng, the word is Youzheng." Everyone was surprised again! "Mr. Guigeng"? "Born in 1880. November 11th." Everyone was even more shocked! "Sir, do you know our village?" "When my mother gave birth to me, the old monk gave me a branch of Ganoderma lucidum, so I was named Ling." Chaos, confusion! Not only does this person look like the dead, but the words he answered are verbatim.How can there be such a wonderful jujube in the world?! So.People believed that the deceased was not Xu Shuzheng, but the person standing in front of him was the real Xu Shuzheng.The filial family members were surprised and delighted, the viewers were surprised and surprised, the news spread like wings, and the crowd gathered one after another... Someone with good intentions squeezed into the crowd. After watching carefully, he laughed wildly and said to the crowd: "Stop messing around, stop messing around! He is not a general. He is a fool from Zhaojia Village in the west of Shanxi. He has no name and no surname. He is sixteen or seventeen years old. He didn't even know how to wear clothes. He never said a word except grabbing food and drink everywhere. Look at him, he is white and fat. Don't be fooled!" After being identified by many people, he is indeed a fool in Zhaojia Village.The manager and Xiaojuan got angry, stuffed him with two steamed buns and drove him away. Hanzi gnawed on the steamed bun.while singing: Only fame and fame can't be forgotten, and a pile of grass in the barren mound is gone; only money can't be forgotten, and after a long time, your eyes will be closed; only your wife can't be forgotten, and the king will go with others after death; Singing and walking, go straight to Huangzangyu and walk into Ruiyun Temple.It is said that since then, Huangzangyu No one has ever seen this idiot again. After a farce, people returned to calm, and the mourning ceremony of the Xu family was over.So, I asked Mr. Yin and Yang to dig a cave, bury the funeral, erect a monument and build a grave.There is another lump of soil at the foot of Huangzangyu Mountain.But only those who have passed through here must be literate to know that this is the tomb of "Army General Yuanwei General Xu Jun"! Duan Qirui should also be blamed. When the inscription was written, why was it not in "Xu Jun" Add the word "shuzheng" under the word "? It also prevents future generations from knowing who "Xu Jun" is? Just when I wanted to take a good rest, someone came to visit and told me an old story about Huangzangyu.Because it happened in the winter of Xu Shuzheng's funeral, and it was exactly November 11th. There were some entanglements and coincidences, so the post-recording-- In the winter of that year, there was continuous snow and rain in Huangzang Valley, but there was no sunny day. The way up the mountain was muddy and slippery, and no one entered the mountain anymore.What's more, since Master Miaowu was crushed to death by hailstones, the young monk wandered far away, and Ruiyun Temple has become an empty temple with temples and no monks. Who enters the temple for what? No one saw him come out to look for food, and he was probably starved to death.Therefore, no one enters the temple. On November 11th, the sky suddenly cleared.A round of red sun illuminated half of the mountain wall in colorful colors! Just when people wanted to take a breather, a red light suddenly appeared in the deep mountains of Huangzangyu.At first, people suspected that it was the glow of red clouds! When they saw thick smoke, they knew that Ruiyun Temple was on fire! After all, this Ruiyun Temple is a famous temple, and many people have received its "brightness of Buddha".So, invite neighbors to call for homes, and all go up the mountain to save the temple! However, the road on Mount Nai is difficult to walk, and the fire is fierce.Coupled with the lack of water on the hillside, people have to look at the fire and sigh! Suddenly, someone noticed someone walking in the fire layer.Look carefully, but it is a monk.The elders in the crowd shouted: "That's Elder Xingkong! It's Xingkong!" People looked again, Master Xingkong was still the same as before: wearing cassock, gray hair, and fluttering beard; A ferocious wolf. The wind is blowing! The fire is blown by the wind, and the fire is rolling with the wind. The flames of several feet stretch from east to west, and a huge pillar of fire goes straight into the sky! It is the time when people are terrified, but see Master Xingkong with the wolf , as the pillar of fire soared upwards, it gradually rose into the sky; the pillar of fire also rose.After a long time, the mage and the wolf left the pillar of fire, floated into the sky, and floated into the clouds. Ruiyun Temple was turned into ruins, and people walked down the mountain in a daze. Since then, Huangzangyu has been lonely, and Ruiyun Temple has only ruined walls. Only the trees all over the mountain have grown and thickened year after year. Now, there are green trees and lush mountains all over the place. In 2010, Ruiyun Temple was also restored...