My Taoist Career

"It takes a lot of effort to save these lonely ghosts. I think we can do the thing you said about the human ghost and the couple who have been married for a few years. However, ghosts can be saved, but people have already lost too much yang energy. Amitabha." The old monk couldn't help chanting a Buddha's name at the end, he didn't know whether he was lamenting that the words of the world's feelings misunderstood others, or lamenting the final outcome of this week's widow.

When she heard that Widow Zhou had 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 no way to save Widow Zhou this week?"

"What can be done? Humans and ghosts coexist, human yang qi hurts ghosts, and ghost yin qi hurts people. After a long time, ghosts will fly away, and people will lose their yang qi, and die. They are going against the sky, otherwise Why do you say that humans and ghosts have different paths? Widow Zhou chose this path by herself back then, and it was her fate! That day, I heard about her, and I was still thinking about how a village woman in the mountains would do such tricks, please The upper body of the ghost. Thinking about it more, could it be a more powerful expert who can really go down to the yin, you must know that people in the yin are blessed by gods, otherwise the moment the soul leaves the body and enters the yin, the yin that rushes up It will wash away the yang qi, spit out a mouthful of yang qi, and the person will die. Look at people who are in the yin, hiccups when they are in the yin, it is the gods who are helping to suppress the yang qi, so that the yang qi cannot leave the person body." After talking so much, old man Jiang was extremely thirsty, took a sip of tea, and continued.

"So, I heard some things about Widow Zhou, and I couldn't help being curious. I went to have a look and found that she was hiccupping non-stop. The situation is that the body's yang energy has been 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 half alive. When I went to her west wing, I found that her husband's ghost lived there, and it was also an extremely weak soul. You said these two people. ...Alas..." Old man Jiang sighed, and he couldn't continue. In fact, there is no way to help Widow Zhou live longer, but it is a pity that doing this is against the law of heaven. Her next life will also be reported to her relatives, just to live longer.Presumably, Widow Zhou herself was unwilling.

"So, I went to rescue her husband's soul. After my rescue, her husband's soul carries the power of Buddhist thoughts, which can also ensure that his soul will not disperse when he walks on the road to the underworld. Maybe he will have the chance of reincarnation. Monks are merciful, and can't bear the misery of the world, Amitabha." At this time, the face of the old monk Huijue did not have a trace of the rascal just now, but his face was full of compassion and compassion, and he looked like an eminent monk who had attained the Tao .

"Okay, without further ado, let's go to Widow Zhou's house right now, and when we're done with this matter, we'll save these lonely ghosts and tell you about the Three Boys." The old man Jiang's personality was grim and stern. , Just do what you say, get up immediately, take old monk Huijue out of the courtyard, and go straight to Widow Zhou's house.

My mother took pity on Widow Zhou from the bottom of her heart, and hurriedly followed. Old man Jiang and old monk Huijue didn't object, and let my mother follow like this.

This old man Jiang originally went to the west and the east in the village, so it is not surprising that he goes to any house, and the villagers are not curious either. , everyone is a little curious, and someone asked on the road.

Faced with such a problem, my mother would usually say: "To make up for my son, the eggs at home are all eaten. I will go to Zhou's house to borrow some. I heard that the old hen fed by my daughter-in-law on Tuesday may have laid eggs! This ginger The old man and his relatives happened to have dinner at my house, and when they heard about the hens laying more eggs, they must go and have a look.”

My parents are in the village, and their character reputation is excellent. Besides, I have always known the nature of old man Jiang, so why would I doubt it?

In this way, the three of them went all the way to Widow Zhou's house, the door was still opened on Tuesday, and when they entered the house, Widow Zhou, who was lying on the bed weakly, saw Old Man Jiang, and she didn't know where the strength came from, so she got out of bed all at once. Struggled 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 person behind me can save your husband."

Today's first update was delivered, and everyone felt that the update was a bit short, so I will write each update longer, and see if I can make three updates a day in the future.

Hearing that old man Jiang said that the kind-looking old man behind him could save her husband, Widow Zhou immediately turned her head and wanted to bow to old monk Huijue. Unexpectedly, the strength of old man Jiang's hands was amazing. The widow found herself unable to move.

"Saving your husband is also a merit. He won't be worshiped by you. It's you, so you can live a few more years, so cherish it." Old man Jiang's tone was very calm, it may be cause and effect in the world, life and death I have seen too much, and I have long been bearish.

And monk Huijue just recited the Buddha's name.

My mother also followed up to persuade Widow Zhou for a while. As for the Zhou family, since the last time my family came to beg Widow Zhou, they also knew the cause and effect intermittently. They all became sad when old man Jiang said that Widow Zhou's time was numbered. .

Especially Mrs. Zhou, who was being supported by Tuesday, couldn't help feeling sad when he heard this. He burst into tears, patted his thigh with one hand, and started cursing: "F*ck Zhou, you will die when you die. You can go away with peace of mind, why are you dragging your mother-in-law...my poor daughter-in-law..."

Being supported by Tuesday's daughter-in-law, Mrs. Zhou also wiped her tears.

Speaking of which, the family's affection for Widow Zhou is very deep, not to mention that after Zhou Da's death, this daughter-in-law gave birth to a posthumous child for the Zhou family without complaint or regret, and stayed at the Zhou family to serve the elderly and take care of the children with all her heart.

When she was in trouble, she got a lot of income from living in the shade, and she used it to help the Zhou family with oil, eggs, rice and grains. During those difficult days, it was the widow Zhou who supported the family.

Only now do I realize that every time she passes through the vagina, Zhou Da is on her body. She is just an ordinary woman who doesn't know any spells, so every time she gets on her body, 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 recited the Buddha's name frequently, sighed, and old man Jiang said: "Go to the West Wing, and go to spend that week."

After all, it was time to save her husband. Widow Zhou and her party had tears flowing from their eyes to their cheeks, and they insisted on watching. Old man Jiang looked at Huijue, and Huijue said, "It's okay."

Just like that, my mother helped Widow Zhou, old man Jiang and Huijue walked in front, and a group of four walked into the west wing, while the Zhou family stood in the courtyard and watched, but couldn't hide the sadness on their faces. color.

Entering the west wing room, it was as cold as ever, and the face of Widow Zhou who was being supported by my mother was even paler, and she almost couldn't stand up. The old man Jiang sighed, walked directly behind Widow Zhou, and directly on her back. Or pressed or kneaded a few times, and then patted a few times, so that Widow Zhou breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing my mother's surprised expression, old man Jiang said lightly: "It's just a normal method of guiding massage."

Just how many abilities does this old Jiang have, and every ability has miraculous effects.Old man Jiang is understating it, but my mother is very impressed.

The old monk Huijue wandered around in the west wing room, and sat down on the floor. He and Jiang Laoer came here, always carrying a black handbag, which is the common style in the 60s, a semi-circular bag with 2 carrying handles.

After he sat down, he took out the handbag, unzipped it, and 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 beads, clasped his hands together, and said: "Amitabha."

The sound of this Buddha's name is not loud, but it feels like continuous waves, and there is an inexplicable sense of tranquility in my heart.

After chanting the Buddha's name, the monk Huijue picked up the rosary, performed the Buddhist salute with one hand, and began to chant the scriptures incessantly.

Hearing the sound of the scriptures, it gives people a sense of tranquility and peace from the inside out, as if all the troubles and grievances in the world are trivial and insignificant.

"Bah, I haven't seen this old bald donkey for a few years, and his skills have improved again." Only old man Jiang spat, and the rest were immersed in the miraculous spiritual realization.

"Forget it, it's your chance to hear this old monk chanting sutras." Old man Jiang walked out of the west wing with his hands behind his back, and sat down on the open space by the door of the west wing without being too dirty.

That look is very much like an ordinary rural old man who is full of food and drink, and is basking in the sun.