It's strange to say, especially when my mother stood in the room and felt the deepest feeling. As the old monk chanted sutras, the originally cold room gradually felt brighter, and even the originally transparent The coldness in my bones gradually disappeared.
It was estimated that only a few minutes passed before Old Man Jiang stood up, walked into the west wing, looked around, and said to Widow Zhou: "Your family Mr. Zhou is leaving. If you have anything to say, please tell me quickly."
When Widow Zhou heard this, her tears kept falling down, and she shouted at the top of her lungs: "Boss Zhou, you can go with peace of mind this time, don't worry about us two mothers (mother and son), in the next life. ..I will still be good to you in the next life.”
Widow Zhou stopped hiccupping? ! My mother looked at Widow Zhou in confusion, but after hearing Widow Zhou's words, she was reminded of women's worries again, and she couldn't help but cry together.
"The Yang Qi has finally fallen again, but it's a pity that it's too weak." Old Man Jiang said in a low voice. Everyone said that the great road is ruthless, but Old Man Jiang asked himself whether he could bear the word love in the world. So I couldn't help but remind Widow Zhou that Zhou Da's soul was about to leave, so that the affectionate couple could have a chance to say their last words.
It is Zhou Da's blessing to have another chance to set foot on the road to hell. He hopes that Widow Zhou can understand all this.
The room is no longer as cold as before, and it feels like a normal room. It seems that Zhou Da's ghost has finally stepped into the Huangquan Road, but the old monk's chanting still continues and resounds in the room. inside.
My mother asked Old Man Jiang softly: "Master Jiang, didn't Zhou Da leave this week? Why is Master Huijue still reading?"
"Zhou Da's dead soul is too weak, and he is afraid that he will not be able to cross the road to hell. This old bald donkey wants to give him more power of mind, which can be regarded as sending Buddha to the west, so that he can complete the road to hell."
This old monk is worthy of being a monk, and he is really compassionate. My mother sighed, completely forgetting about the old man who insisted on being Old Man Jiang's second uncle.
The old monk chanted sutras for Zhou Da for a full hour before he finished the ritual. The Zhou family was naturally very grateful and insisted on leaving Old Man Jiang and Monk Huijue to eat. Unexpectedly, Old Monk Huijue looked extremely serious. Said: "No, no, doing business is my merit. After eating, it becomes business. No, no."
These words made everyone dumbfounded. Why is this old monk speaking so confusing? It just happened to look sanctimonious.
Only Old Man Jiang said without surprise: "Ignore him, he is very calculating."
After bidding farewell to everyone in the Zhou family, my mother went back to my house first according to Old Man Jiang's words, while Old Man Jiang and Old Monk Hui Jue wandered around somewhere and didn't come to my house until almost 10 o'clock in the evening.
After serving 2 cups of hot tea to the two masters, my dad asked: "Master Jiang, Master Huijue, why did you come so late? It made me nervous, thinking you wouldn't come."
Old Man Jiang took a sip of tea leisurely, and then said: "Although the houses in the village are far apart, I often visit your house, and it is inevitable that others will make assumptions. Therefore, sometimes it is better to avoid others for a while. Better."
My dad thought about it, that’s right. In this environment, it’s better to be careful.
The two of them didn't sit there for long. The old monk Huijue performed a salvation ritual for the ghost that Old Man Jiang suppressed last time. This salvation ceremony lasted all night and didn't end until the rooster crows the next day.
Accompanying the old monk Huijue, my parents didn't sleep all night. At the same time, my mother specially told my two sisters not to talk about what happened at home, and not to reveal even a word.
Old Man Jiang was in such good spirits that he stayed up all night and just played with me. When I fell asleep, he would just stare at me and have fun. My mother, who occasionally brought him tea and water, would often get goosebumps when she saw this scene. I went out, and my dad didn't seem to be that disgusting with me.
One night passed, and the rituals were completed. Old man Huijue, who was a little tired, washed his face and had breakfast with Old Man Jiang, but he did not sleep. He and Old Man Jiang sat in the main room solemnly. From the looks of it, Old Man Jiang I need to tell my parents about me.
Who is my father? He was upright and honest, but he was like a mirror in his heart. He was well versed in the ways of the world. Seeing the attitude of the two masters, he knew that he had something serious to say, and it was about his own son. He immediately sat down respectfully in front of Old Man Jiang. Then he said: "Master Jiang, if my son has any problems, you can tell me that I can bear it."
Old Man Jiang sighed and put down his teacup. He seemed to be embarrassed to speak. He pondered for a long time before saying, "Do you still remember what I said to you last time?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Your child has no connection with his parents." Old Man Jiang said this slowly, his eyes always staring at my dad's face, trying to see what my dad's reaction would be.
My dad immediately became nervous: "Master Jiang, do you mean that my son will still be in trouble? We can never save him, right?"
"Disaster is inevitable. He is a boy's destiny. He was born to cope with the disaster. The Taoist attitude towards disaster is usually to go through it yourself. This is unavoidable. I said he has no parental connection because he He is a Tao boy and will always return to my Tao. It is not his destiny to stay with you. If he is forced to stay, he may not be able to survive these many disasters." Old Man Jiang spoke very slowly. I carefully considered the words before speaking, fearing that my parents would not be able to accept them for a while.
"Master Jiang, what do you mean, I want to send him to the mountains to practice Taoism?" My father's face was extremely ugly. This was simply unimaginable to him. His only son was sent there not long after he was just one month old. monasticism? Impossible, absolutely impossible.
Not only my father, but my mother also became excited at this time: "Master Jiang, the child is still so young, I will not send him out. He is my son, and I don't want the flesh that fell from his body. I have to raise him and feed him. I don’t care about his life, I’m the one who’s going to stand in his way!”
As soon as these words were said, Old Man Jiang immediately became embarrassed. Old Monk Huijue beside him couldn't help but recite the Buddha's name, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly cooled down.
"What are you talking about, mother-in-law? Why did Master Jiang help us? Why are you so ugly when you speak?" The atmosphere in the room was dull, and my father saw Old Man Jiang's embarrassment. When it comes to children's matters, women It is definitely irrational. This is the natural instinct of a mother to protect her children, but as a man, my father would never handle things like this.
Besides, a person must repay kindness. Old Man Jiang not only saved his son, but also gave him a tiger tooth and a meritorious deed. How could he embarrass others like this
My father rarely loses his temper with my mother. After this yelling, my mother was stunned for a moment, and then realized what he meant. Her face immediately turned red, and she quickly apologized to Old Man Jiang: "Master Jiang, I'm sorry. I just, I was really excited just now, after all, he was so young, and I couldn’t bear it... "
Old Man Jiang waved his hands, stood up and sighed, and said: "I don't blame you for this. No matter what parents it is, they will definitely not be able to accept that their son's body will be better, so they will be separated from him. In fact, it is fate that I save your son. , it is my duty to be so good to him. There is a rule in our lineage. When it comes to fortune-telling, the calculation of heaven and earth does not count the person alone. However, when one has reached a certain level of cultivation, he will naturally Sensitive."
Having said this, Old Man Jiang paused, put his hands on his back, and started walking back and forth in the hall. After thinking for a while, he said: "As early as a few years ago, I had a vague feeling that I was going to have a master-disciple relationship. By fate, I will have a disciple to pass on what I have learned. I am lonely and wandering, and it is also a happy event to have a disciple at this age. I went to find a person who helped me do the math and pointed out my Disciples will probably appear in this area. He asked me whether he would count on the specifics? I refused. After all, he has to pay a certain price for the Taoist Peeping. I don't want to owe him too much favor. I have to pay back the favor I owe him. , if I don’t pay it back, the karma is destined to repay it to my disciple, which is what I don’t want to see.”