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The Beggars' Sect's funeral ceremony is both simple and grand.

Simplicity means there are not so many complicated procedures. After the little mute helps the old man dress up, he wraps the old man's whole body with coarse white cloth.

Then two Beggars' Sect disciples moved the old man onto a tattered cart. Then A-Mao took the initiative to pull the cart. All the Beggars' Sect disciples followed the cart and walked towards the other end of Guaizi Lane.

It is grand because all the beggars in the Beggars' Temple do not go out to beg for food on this day. They come together to see the old man off on his last journey in this world.

After walking for about half an hour, they met Beggar Gang disciples coming from another road at the intersection.

Leading the way was the Beggar Gang leader Tang Wan'er. Obviously these people represented the headquarters, among whom were big figures like elders and incense masters. Only the Beggar Gang disciples from the capital branch could enjoy the treatment of having the leader personally attend the funeral.

After walking for about ten minutes, Luo Yiyi vaguely heard the sound of water. As the distance got closer, the sound of water gradually became louder, and finally what appeared before her was a natural lake.

There is a bare shore next to the lake, with charred marks on the ground from long-term burns. It is obviously a fixed place used by the Beggars' Gang to cremate their disciples.

Still, two Beggar Gang disciples carried the old man to the center of the open space and placed him at the darkest spot.

Lu Kun looked at Tang Wan'er, and after getting a nod from her, he turned around and waved to all the Beggars' Sect disciples.

All the Beggars' Sect disciples instantly scattered and went into the surrounding woods. Even Lu Kun followed into the woods, and no one knew what he was going to do.

Luo Yiyi saw the little mute walking silently towards the woods on the left, and immediately followed him.

The two walked one after the other under the towering trees. Luo Yiyi looked around in confusion, still unable to figure out what they were going to do.

Is it just leaving the body there and that’s the end of it?

The next moment, the little mute suddenly stopped, walked to a big tree nearby and squatted down.

Luo Yiyi hurriedly followed him and bent down to see what he was doing.

It turned out that there were clusters of unknown wild flowers growing under the big tree. The colorful little flowers trembled slightly under the gaze of the two people. They were inconspicuous yet surprisingly adorable.

After looking for a long time, the little mute selected a bunch of wild flowers with small flowers of various colors, pulled it up by the roots, and then stood up. It was obvious that his goal had been achieved.

Luo Yiyi was curious and couldn't help asking, "Why do you want to pluck the flowers?"

The little mute was stunned. He thought about it but seemed unable to explain anything. He just shook his head lightly at Luo Yiyi, then walked around her and went back.

Luo Yiyi looked puzzled, but she was smart enough to decide to go with the flow. She hastily picked a bunch of flowers that she liked, pulled them down roughly, and chased after the little mute who was walking away.

When they returned to the original place, everyone had returned one after another. Each of them brought back a bouquet of flowers, whether famous or unknown, and then spread the flowers evenly on the old man, as if surrounding the old man with flowers.

Luo Yiyi also put the flower in her hand on it, and then returned to the little mute.

After everyone had presented their flowers, the little mute placed the flower in his hand on the old man's chest. He stared at the old man for a long time before slowly stepping aside.

Tang Wan'er took the tinder from the side, walked step by step to the old man, looked at him quietly for a while, then squatted down and used the tinder to light the white cloth and flowers.

"!"

Before Luo Yiyi could react, the little mute beside her suddenly rushed out.

But those who were faster than him were Lu Kun and Amao. They were well prepared. When the little mute really jumped out, they immediately rushed out from the left and right and grabbed his arms tightly.

The little mute's eyes suddenly turned red at some point. He struggled desperately despite the two people's restraints, and kept shouting something with his mouth open. Unfortunately, the old man could not hear his voice when he was alive, and he could not hear it even more after his death.

Lu Kun and Amao were also blushing. It was not difficult to restrain a three-year-old child, but it was difficult to avoid hurting him. So the two of them had to use force and control the strength and angle of their hands, which was not easy at all.

As he struggled, the fire grew stronger and stronger, and soon spread to the old man's entire body. In the blazing flames, they seemed to see the face of the man who had passed away peacefully.

The little mute gradually stopped struggling and slowly knelt on the ground. Tears streamed down his face like a waterfall. His little body trembled constantly and his deep sadness infected everyone.

Tang Wan'er opened her mouth, and her soft voice echoed in her ears. It was a song that made people feel very sad, but when you listened carefully, you couldn't tell where the dialect was. The melody was very catchy and easy to remember.

Looking at the little figure curled up on the ground and shrugging in front of her, Luo Yiyi pursed her lips, and finally couldn't help running over. To everyone's surprise, she squatted beside the little mute, and then hugged him tightly in her arms.

He imitated what Qi Gui had done to her before and gently patted the little mute's back, and unconsciously hummed the tune that Tang Wan'er was singing.

Above the two men, A Mao rubbed his sore arm and cast a questioning look at Lu Kun.

Lu Kun raised his eyebrows and nodded at him, and then the two of them retreated to the back together.

With Luo Yiyi's comfort, the little mute gradually stopped crying, and then he stared blankly at the fire in front of him as it gradually got smaller until it became scattered sparks.

A complete person finally returns to dust, which can be said to be nothing brought into this world and nothing taken away when he dies.

Lu Kun came on again, holding a small shovel and a bag made of a large lotus leaf.

He first used a shovel to dig out some surrounding soil, crushed it and covered the sparks. After all the sparks were extinguished, he used a shovel to shovel the soil where the ashes were and put it into the lotus leaf bag.

After doing all this, he came to the little mute and handed him the lotus leaf bag.

After taking the lotus leaf bag, the little mute looked at it for a long time.

Then, as if he had made up his mind, he stood up from the ground with the help of Luo Yiyi and staggered to the lake.

With trembling hands, the little mute opened the lotus leaf bag, turned the bag mouth downwards, and poured all the ashes mixed with soil into the lake.

Finally, he carefully put the empty lotus leaf bag into the water and watched it float away with the current.

At this point, the Beggars' Sect's unique funeral ceremony ended, and the disciples sighed and began to return one after another.

Lu Kun patted Luo Yiyi on the shoulder, whispered to her to leave the little mute in her care, and then followed Tang Wan'er and others back to the headquarters for a meeting.

Finally, the little mute, Luo Yiyi, and A Mao who was ordered to guard the lake were the only ones left by the lake.

A Mao did not urge the two of them, but took out a hook with a line from his arms, apparently intending to take the opportunity to catch some fish for a snack.

Luo Yiyi waited for a while, and her patience, which she had accumulated throughout the morning, finally ran out. She walked up without hesitation and patted the shoulder of the little mute who had his back to her.

"My condolences. How about we leave this sad place first?"

The little mute turned around slowly.

Luo Yiyi slowly opened her eyes.

"...Ghost...Ghost?"