My Taoist Career

It's strange to say, especially when my mother stood in the room and felt the most. With the sound of the old monk chanting sutras, the sound fell, and the originally extremely cold room felt gradually brightened, even the original transparent The coldness in the bones also gradually disappeared.

After only a few minutes, the old man Jiang stood up, walked into the west wing room, looked around, and said to Widow Zhou: "Your Zhou Da is leaving, you have something to say quickly."

When the widow Zhou heard this, the tears of her original talent kept falling, and she shouted at the top of her voice: "Boss Zhou, you can go with peace of mind this time, don't worry about our two mothers (mother and son), in the next life. ..I will still be with you in the next life."

Widow Zhou stopped hiccupping? !My mother looked at Widow Zhou suspiciously, but listening to Widow Zhou's words, she was aroused by the women's thoughts again, and couldn't help herself, and shed tears together.

"The yang energy has finally dropped again, but it's too weak." Old man Jiang said in a low voice, saying that Dao is ruthless, and old man Jiang asked himself that he could not break the word of love in the world.So I couldn't help reminding Widow Zhou that Zhou Da's soul was about to leave, so that this affectionate couple could have a chance to say their last words for a while.

It is Zhou Da's blessing to have the opportunity to set foot on Huangquan Road again, and he hopes that Widow Zhou can understand all this.

The room is no longer as gloomy and cold as it used to be. It feels like a normal room. It seems that Zhou Da’s dead soul has finally stepped into Huangquan Road, but the sound of the old monk’s chanting is still incessant, and it still resounds in this room. inside.

My mother softly asked old man Jiang: "Master Jiang, didn't you leave this week? Why is Master Huijue still studying?"

"Zhou Da's dead soul is too empty, and I'm afraid he won't be able to cross the Yellow Spring Road. This old bald donkey wants to give him more thought power, and it can be regarded as sending the Buddha to the west, so that he can finish this Huangquan Road."

This old monk is worthy of being a monk, and he is really merciful. My mother sighed and completely forgot about the old man who had to be the second uncle of old man Jiang.

The old monk had to recite the scriptures for Zhou Da for an hour before he finished the ceremony. The Zhou family was naturally grateful and wanted to keep old Jiang and monk Huijue for dinner. Unexpectedly, old monk Huijue looked very serious. Said: "No, no, it is my merit to do things. After eating, it becomes a business. No, no."

What these words said made everyone dumbfounded. Why did the old monk speak so confusingly?But still a sanctimonious look.

Only the old man Jiang said without surprise: "Don't pay attention to 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, but old man Jiang and old monk Huijue 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 fearful, thinking that you would not come."

The old man Jiang took a sip of tea unhurriedly, and then said: "Although people in the village are far away, I often visit your house, and it is inevitable that others will have a guess. Therefore, sometimes it is better to avoid people's eyes and ears. Better."

When my dad thought about it, it was the same. In the current environment, it is better to be more careful.

The two of them didn't sit for a long time. The old monk Huijue performed the supernatural ritual for the ghost that old man Jiang suppressed last time. This supernatural ceremony lasted all night, and it didn't end until the rooster crowed the next day.

Accompanying the old monk Huijue, my parents also stayed up all night. At the same time, my mother also specially told the two elder sisters that they are not allowed to talk nonsense about what happened at home, and they must not reveal a word.

Old man Jiang was in a good mood. He didn't sleep all night, so he just teased me. When I fell asleep, he stared at me silly. My mother, who occasionally brought him tea and water, often got goosebumps when she saw this scene. I went out, and my dad didn't seem so disgusting to me.

One night passed, the ceremony was over, the slightly tired old man Huijue washed his face, had breakfast with Jiang old man, but did not sleep, and sat solemnly with Jiang old man in the main room, look like that, Jiang old man My son is going to tell my parents about me.

Who is my dad?Upright, simple and honest, but like a mirror in his heart, a person who understands human feelings and the world, seeing the posture of the two masters, knew that he had something serious to say, and it was about his son, so he immediately sat down respectfully in front of old man Jiang, Then he said, "Master Jiang, you can tell me what's wrong with my son, and I can bear it."

The old man Jiang sighed, put down his teacup, seemed to be unable to speak, and after pondering for a long time, he finally said: "Do you still remember what I said to you last time?"

"What?"

"Your child has no parental relationship." Jiang old man said these words slowly, keeping his eyes on my dad's face, wanting to see how my dad would react.

My dad immediately became nervous: "Master Jiang, you mean my son is still in danger? We can't keep him, right?"

"The catastrophe is certain. He was born as a boy, and he was born in response to the catastrophe. The Taoist attitude towards the catastrophe is generally to go through it by himself. This is unavoidable. I said that he has no relationship with his parents because he He is a Dao boy, he will always belong to my Dao, and it is not his destiny to stay by your side, if he is forced to stay, he is afraid that he will not be able to survive these many disasters." Old man Jiang spoke very slowly, I carefully weighed the words and said it, fearing that my parents would not be able to accept it for a while.

"Then Master Jiang, what do you mean, I want to send him to the mountains to practice Taoism?" My father's face was extremely ugly, which was unimaginable to him. Monasticism?Impossible, absolutely impossible.

Not only my father, but also my mother became excited at this time: "Master Jiang, the child is still so young, I will not send him out, he is my son, the meat that fell from his body, I don't want my life, I have to raise him and feed him. I don't care what his life is, I'm a mother to keep him in the way!"

As soon as these words were said, old man Jiang immediately became embarrassed, and old monk Huijue couldn't help chanting a Buddhist name, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly cooled down.

"You mother-in-law, what are you talking about? Why did Master Jiang help us? Why do you speak so badly?" The atmosphere in the room was dull, and my father noticed the old man Jiang's embarrassment. It must be irrational, it's a mother's natural nature to protect the child, but my dad, as a man, absolutely can't do things like this.

Besides, to be a human being, you must know how to repay your kindness. The old man Jiang not only saved his son, but also gave him Huya, and gave his son a merit. How could he embarrass others like this.

My father seldom loses his temper with my mother. When he yelled, my mother was taken aback for a moment, and then realized the meaning. She blushed immediately, and quickly apologized to old man Jiang: "Master Jiang, I'm sorry, I just now, I was really too excited just now, after all he is so young, I can't bear it..."

The old man Jiang waved his hands, stood up and sighed, and said, "I don't blame you for this matter. It would be better if any pair of parents couldn't accept the son's body, so they would be separated from him. Actually, it was fate for me to save your son." "It's my duty to be so kind to him. There is a rule in our lineage. When it comes to fortune-telling, we count the heavens, the earth, the people and not our own body. There is a feeling."

Speaking of this, old man Jiang paused, put his hands behind his back, walked back and forth in the main room, thought for a while before saying: "As early as a few years ago, I had a faint feeling that I would have a master-student relationship." Fate, there will be disciples to pass on what I have learned. I am alone and wandering, and it is also a happy event to have a disciple at this age. The disciple will probably appear in this area. Specifically, he asked me if I would count? I refused. After all, he has to pay a certain price for glancing at the way of heaven. I don't want to owe him too much favor. , if I don’t pay it back, I’m destined to repay it to my apprentice, which I don’t want to see.”