My years as a Taoist

Chapter 13 Rescue the Undead

"Saving these lonely wild ghosts requires a lot of work. The thing you said about people marrying ghosts for a few years, I think I can do it, but ghosts can be saved, but people have lost too much yang energy, I'm afraid to live In a few years. Amitabha." The old monk finally couldn't help but chant a Buddha's name. He didn't know whether he was lamenting the world's misunderstanding of human feelings, or lamenting the final outcome of the widow this week. Hearing that Widow Zhou still had a few years to live, my mother couldn't help feeling a little sad. She looked at Mr. Jiang and said, "Master Jiang, is there really no way to save Widow Zhou?" "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 disappear, people's yang qi will also disappear, and they will die. They are going against the sky, Otherwise, why do people say that people and ghosts have different paths? Widow Zhou chose this path by herself, and this is her life! That day, I heard about her, and I was still thinking about how the village women in the mountains go to the yin and ask the ghosts to get up. I also thought about it, is it not a more powerful master, and can really go to the yin, you must know that people who can go to the yin are protected by the gods, otherwise the yin qi will rush up the moment the soul leaves the body and enters the undead world. It will dissipate, the yang qi will be expelled, and the person will die. Just like when you look at the yin person, when hiccups, God is helping to suppress the yang qi, and the yang qi is locked in the human body and cannot be separated from the person. ." Having said so much, Mr. Jiang was also extremely thirsty, took a sip of tea and continued. "So that's the case. I heard something about Widow Zhou, and I couldn't help but get curious. I walked to the door and saw that she was hiccups all the time. That's because the yang energy in her body was consumed too much. She couldn't spit it out or swallow it. To put it bluntly, I lived an extra half of my life. When I went to her west wing, I saw the ghost of her husband living there, and he was also a weak ghost with a very low yin. You said these two people, sigh..." Mr. Jiang sighed I can't say it anymore. In fact, it is not impossible to help Widow Zhou live a long life. Unfortunately, it is illegal to do so, so I won't write it here. In her next life, she will also destroy the blessings of her relatives in the future, just to live longer for herself, presumably Widow Zhou herself is not willing. "So, I went to save her husband's soul. After I saved her husband's soul, she possessed the power of Buddha's thoughts, which can also ensure that he will walk on the road to the underworld, and his soul will not be scattered, maybe there is more" Amitabha is an opportunity for reincarnation. The monks are compassionate and cannot bear the suffering of the world, Amitabha. "At this time, there was still a trace of rogue on the face of the old monk Huijue, full of compassion and compassion. "Okay, it's not too late, let's go to Widow Zhou's house. After we're done, we'll stay here, let this group of solitary ghosts get over, and tell you about that kid." and did as he said. , got up immediately, took old monk Huijue out of the courtyard, and went straight to Widow Zhou's house. My mother sympathized with Widow Zhou in her heart and hurriedly followed. Mr. Jiang and the old monk Huijue did not object, so they let my mother follow. Mr. Jiang used to go to the Westinghouse and the Easthouse in the village. It was not surprising that he went to any house, and the villagers were not too curious. Maybe he wanted to go to other houses for dinner, but my mother followed. , Everyone was a little curious, and someone asked in the middle. Faced with such a problem, mothers usually say: "In order to supplement my son's body, I have run out of eggs at home. I went to Zhou's house to borrow some. I heard that the old hen their daughter was feeding may have laid eggs! This old man Jiang He and his relatives happened to have dinner at my house, and I heard that hens lay a lot of eggs, so I must go and see." My parents are in the village and they have a good reputation. Besides, they have always known about Old Man Jiang's temperament, so why should they doubt it? In this way, the three walked all the way to Widow Zhou's house, the door opened by Zhou er. After entering the room, Widow Zhou, who was already weak on the bed, saw the old man Jiang, and she suddenly fell off the bed without knowing where the strength came from. struggle. While shouting "Master, help", he was about to kneel down for the old man Jiang. Old Man Jiang supported Widow Zhou and said solemnly, "I can't save your life, but the person behind me can save your husband."

   When 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, Old Man Jiang's hands were so powerful that Widow Zhou found herself unable to move.

"Saving your husband is also a virtue. He won't be kneeled by you, but you. You can live a few more years and cherish it." Mr. Jiang's tone was very calm, maybe it was the cause and effect of the world, and he looked at life and death a lot. , I've already gotten used to it. Monk Huijue just recited Buddha. My mother also persuaded Widow Zhou for a while. As for the Zhou family who came to my house to ask the widow Zhou last time, it was also intermittently aware of the cause and effect. Mr. Jiang said that Widow Zhou had no time, and they were all sad. . Especially the old man Zhou, who was helped up by Zhou er, couldn't help but feel sad when he heard this, burst into tears, patted his thigh with one hand, and scolded: "Damn Da Zhou, if you die, you will die, you can Go at ease, what are you doing with your wife... my poor daughter-in-law..." Zhou er's wife and Mrs. Zhou also cried silently beside them. Speaking of which, the family has a deep affection for Widow Zhou, not to mention that after Zhou Da died, the daughter-in-law gave birth to a posthumous child for the Zhou family, and stayed in the Zhou family without any complaints, taking care of the elderly and children. In times of difficulty, she relies on the yin to have a generous income, such as oil, eggs, rice, etc., to help the Zhou family. During those difficult days, it was the widow Chow who provided for the family. It was only now that she realized that every time she passed her yin, she let Zhou Da get her upper body. She's just an ordinary woman who doesn't know anything about magic. Every time she lets a ghost possess her, she hurts herself once. Old Man Jiang didn't want to see the suffering in this world. The old monk just closed his eyes, recited Buddha frequently, and sighed. Old Man Jiang said, "Go to the West Wing and spend that Zhou da." After all, it's time to save her husband. Widow Zhou and her party burst into tears and insisted on watching. Mr. Jiang looked at Huijue, and Huijue said, "It's okay." In this way, mother supported Widow Zhou, Jiang Lao and Huijue walked in front, and a group of four entered the west wing. Entering the west wing, it was still gloomy and cold, but Widow Zhou, who was supported by her mother, was even paler and could barely stand up. The old man Jiang sighed, walked directly behind Widow Zhou, and pressed his hand directly on her back. He pressed or rubbed a few times, and tapped a few more times, making Widow Zhou relieved. Seeing his mother's surprised expression, Mr. Jiang said lightly, "It's just an ordinary meridian massage." How many abilities does this old man Jiang have, and every ability has miraculous effects. Mr. Jiang made an understatement, but his mother sighed deeply. The old monk Huijue walked around in the west wing and sat directly on the ground. When he and Jiang Laoer came, they always brought a black handbag, which was a common style in the 1960s, a semi-circular bag with 2 handles. After sitting down, he took out his handbag and unzipped it, which contained two strings of beads and a Buddhist scripture. After taking out these things, the old monk sat cross-legged, put the Buddhist scriptures in front of him respectfully, hung up a long string of beads, folded his hands together, and recited "Amitabha Buddha". The sound of the Buddha's horn is not too loud, but it feels like a continuous wave, and there is an inexplicable sense of tranquility in my heart.

     After reciting the Buddha's name, monk Huijue picked up the rosary, bowed to the Buddha with one hand, and began to chant the sutras.

Hearing the sound of scriptures gives people a sense of tranquility and peace from the inside out, as if all the troubles, grievances, and grievances in the world are insignificant. "Bah, I haven't seen this old bald donkey for a few years, and his skills have improved again." Only the old man Jiang spat, and the rest were immersed in a miraculous enlightenment. "Forget it, it's also a blessing for you to hear the old monk recite the scriptures in person." Old man Jiang walked out of the west wing with his hands on his back, and sat down directly on the open space at the entrance of the west wing. He looked like an ordinary rural old man, full of food and drink, basking in the sun.