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Old Master Xu stopped calling out to the General and continued to fill the pit with dirt. As the soil reached the General's chest, tears began to stream down his eyes, and he squinted, repeatedly uttering three words: "Please, I beg you."
Of course, Old Master Xu paid no heed. There was no turning back now. He kept shoveling dirt into the pit, covering the General from his chest to his neck, then to his eyes, and finally over his head. "You did the right thing; I am proud of you."
Later, I asked my master why the General's consciousness had not dissipated. He explained that it was because he had been buried alive.
I inquired further, "What about all those who died during the resistance against the Japanese soldiers? Wouldn't that leave many souls behind?"
My master replied that many of the Japanese soldiers' bodies had been burned to ashes and taken back to their hometowns. They had their own rituals, and many would return to where they wished to go after death, in line with the saying about fallen leaves returning to their roots. This concept was even more fitting for souls. Of course, some were missed; some were taken by Yin Chai, while others were dealt with by those in the field. Over the years, most of those who could be cleared had been. Encountering this Japanese soldier was a kind of fate.
I nodded thoughtfully. If that were the case, then the outcome was somewhat acceptable. At least in that war-torn era, souls were still free after death; they could make their own choices. As for why this Spirit God had not returned, I did not ask my master but speculated that it might be due to the country's abandonment or the manner of his burial—perhaps both.
The next morning, the three of us rose early and went to that small clearing where we unearthed the General's remains and placed them in a large wooden box. Second Master found a burial site, and my master personally performed a ritual for the remains. Although this ritual was no longer of use to the General, it was important to follow local customs; after all, death is significant. The necessary rites had to be observed, but we did not erect a tombstone since we had no idea what inscription to carve—would it simply say "General"?
Often, we live within our own thought worlds. However, if we can truly understand a person and listen empathetically to their story, we might gain unique insights. Everyone has something valuable to offer and experiences beyond our reach.
Many times, we are blinded by our subjective consciousness, leading us to see things in a very one-dimensional way.
Many things are not as we perceive them.
Many people spend their lives interpreting ordinary yet profound stories.
You are one; I am one; he is one too.
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