"It takes a lot of effort to save these lonely ghosts. I think we can take care of that thing you said about humans and ghosts being husband and wife for several years. However, ghosts can be saved, but people have already lost too much yang energy. , I'm afraid I don't have many years to live. Amitabha." The old monk couldn't help but recite the Buddha's name at the end. He didn't know whether he was lamenting the misunderstanding of human sentiment in the world, or lamenting the final outcome of this week's widow.
Upon hearing that Widow Zhou only had a few years to live, my mother couldn't help but look a little sad. She looked at Old Man Jiang and said, "Master Jiang, is there nothing we can do to save Widow Zhou this week?"
"What can be done? Humans and ghosts coexist. People's yang energy hurts ghosts, and ghosts' yin energy hurts people. As time goes by, ghosts will fly away, and people will lose their yang energy and die. They are going against heaven, otherwise Why do they say that people and ghosts have different paths? The path that Widow Zhou chose back then was her fate! That day, when I heard about her, I was still wondering how a woman from a mountain village could master the art of grass. Please The ghost is on the body. I even thought about it, could it be a more powerful master who can really go down to the yin? You must know that the people who go down to the yin are protected by the gods, otherwise the moment the soul leaves the body and enters the yin, the yin energy that rushes up The Yang Qi will be dispersed, and when a mouthful of Yang Qi is spit out, the person will die. If you look at a person who is yin, he burps when he is yin, it is because the gods are helping to suppress the Yang Qi, so that the Yang Qi cannot leave the person. body." After saying so many words, Old Man Jiang was also extremely thirsty. He took a sip of tea and continued.
"So, I heard some things about Widow Zhou, and I couldn't help but be curious. I went to check on her, and I found that she kept hiccupping. The situation was simply that the body's yang energy was consumed too much. A mouthful of natal yang energy is She couldn't spit it out and couldn't swallow it. To put it bluntly, she was still alive with half her life. When she looked at her west wing, her husband's ghost lived there. He was also an extremely weak soul. What do you think of these two people? .. .Sigh... ." Old Man Jiang sighed and couldn't go on. In fact, it is not impossible to help Widow Zhou live longer, but it is a pity that doing this is against the will of heaven and will not be repaid. In her next life, she will also be punished by her relatives, just to live longer. Presumably, Widow Zhou herself was unwilling to do this.
"So, I went to save her husband's soul. After I saved her husband's soul, her husband's soul carried the power of Buddhist thought, which can also ensure that his soul will not be separated when he goes to the underworld, and maybe there will be a chance for reincarnation. Monks are compassionate and cannot bear the misery of the world, Amitabha." At this time, the old monk Huijue's face still had a trace of the scoundrel look before, his face was full of compassion and compassion, and he looked like an enlightened monk. .
"Okay, without further ado, let's go to Widow Zhou's house. We'll wait for this matter. Then we'll save these lonely ghosts and talk to you about the three boys." Old Man Jiang's character was fierce and fierce. , He did as he was told, got up immediately, took old monk Huijue out of the courtyard, and went straight to Widow Zhou's house.
My mother felt pity for Widow Zhou from the bottom of her heart and hurriedly followed. Old Man Jiang and Old Monk Huijue did not object and allowed my mother to follow her.
In the village, Old Man Jiang originally only went to the west and east households, so it was not surprising to see whose house he went to, and the villagers were not curious either. He might have liked someone's food, but my mother followed him. , everyone was a little curious, and some people asked on the way.
Faced with such a problem, my mother would usually say: "I have finished eating all the eggs at home to help my son. I will go to Zhou's house to borrow some. I heard that the old hens my wife fed on Tuesday may have laid eggs! This ginger The old man and his relatives happened to have a meal at my house, and when they heard about the hens that lay a lot of eggs, they had to go and have a look."
My parents live in the village, and their reputation for character is excellent. Besides, they have always known Old Man Jiang’s temperament, so how could they still doubt him
In this way, the three of them arrived at Widow Zhou's house. The door was opened on Tuesday. When they entered the house, Widow Zhou, who was already weakly lying on the bed, saw Old Man Jiang. She didn't know where she got the strength from, and she suddenly jumped out of bed. Struggling to get up.
While shouting "Master, help me", he was about to kneel down to Old Man Jiang.
Old Man Jiang supported Widow Zhou and said seriously: "I can't save your life, but the man behind me can save your husband."
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After hearing that Old Man Jiang said that the kind-hearted old man behind him could save her husband, Widow Zhou immediately turned her head and wanted to bow to Old Monk Huijue. Unexpectedly, Old Man Jiang's hands were so powerful that Zhou The widow found herself unable to move.
"Saving your husband is also a meritorious deed. He will not accept your worship. It's you who can live a few more years. Cherish it." Old Man Jiang's tone was very calm. Maybe it was the cause and effect of the world, life and death. After seeing too much, I have already become bearish.
But Monk Huijue just chanted the Buddha's name.
My mother also tried to persuade Widow Zhou for a while. As for the Zhou family, they had known the cause and effect intermittently since the last time they came to my house to beg Widow Zhou. When Old Man Jiang said that Widow Zhou’s time was running out, they all became sad. .
Especially Mr. Zhou, who was being supported by Tuesday, couldn't help but feel sad when he heard this. He burst into tears, slapped his thigh with one hand, and started to curse: "*** Mr. Zhou, you will die if you die. You can go in peace, why are you dragging your mother-in-law down... My poor wife."
Mrs. Zhou was also wiping tears while being supported by her daughter-in-law on Tuesday.
Speaking of which, the family has a very deep affection for Widow Zhou. Not to mention that after Zhou Da died, the daughter-in-law gave birth to a posthumous son for the Zhou family without any regrets. She also stayed at the Zhou family to serve the elderly and take care of the children with all her heart.
In times of difficulty, she earned a lot of money from the underworld, such as oil, eggs, rice and grain, which she used to support the Zhou family. During those difficult days, it was Widow Zhou who supported the family.
Only now do I realize that every time she goes to the underworld, she is letting Zhou Da get on top of her. She is just an ordinary woman, and she doesn’t know any magic. Every time she gets on top of him, she hurts herself.
Old Man Jiang didn't want to see the misery in this world, so the old monk just closed his eyes and chanted the Buddha's name. After sighing, Old Man Jiang said: "Go to the west wing to spend the week."
After all, she was about to save her husband. Widow Zhou and her friends shed tears from her eyes to her cheeks, and insisted on watching. Old Jiang looked at Hui Jue, and Hui Jue said, "It doesn't matter."
Just like that, my mother supported Widow Zhou, and Old Man Jiang and Hui Jue walked in front. The four of them walked into the west wing. As for everyone in the Zhou family, they stood in the courtyard and watched, but they could not hide the sadness on their faces. color.
Entering the west wing, it was as cold as ever, and Widow Zhou, who was supported by my mother, looked even paler and could hardly stand. Old Man Jiang sighed softly, walked directly behind Widow Zhou, and stood directly on her back. Pressing or rubbing it a few times, and then patting it a few times, Widow Zhou finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Seeing my mother's surprised look, Old Man Jiang said lightly: "It's just an ordinary massage method."
How many abilities does this old man Jiang have? Each of his abilities has miraculous effects. Old Man Jiang was understating it, but my mother was very impressed.
The old monk Huijue wandered around in the west wing and sat down on the floor. He and Jiang Laoer came here with a black handbag, which was a common style in the 1960s, a semi-circular bag. , 2 handles on top.
After he sat down, he took out the handbag and opened the zipper. Inside were two strings of beads and a Buddhist scripture.
After taking out these things, the old monk sat cross-legged, respectfully placed the Buddhist scriptures in front of him, then hung up the long string of hanging beads, clasped his hands together, and recited: "Amitabha."
The sound of this Buddha's chant is not loud, but it feels like continuous waves, and there is an inexplicable sense of tranquility in my heart.
After reciting the Buddha's name, Monk Huijue picked up the rosary, performed the Buddha salute with one hand, and began to recite the scriptures continuously.
Listening to the sound of the scriptures actually gives people a sense of tranquility and peace from the inside out, as if all the troubles and resentments in the world are trivial and insignificant.
"Bah, I haven't seen this old bald donkey for several years, and his skills have improved again." Only Old Man Jiang spat, and the others were immersed in the magical spiritual realization.
"Well, it's your chance to hear this old monk chanting sutras." Old Man Jiang put his hands behind his back and walked out of the west wing. He didn't mind being dirty and sat down directly on the open space next to the door of the west wing.
He looked like an ordinary old rural man who had eaten and drank enough and was basking in the sun.