"It's more difficult to surpass these lonely ghosts, I think I can do the thing you said about the human ghost who has been a husband and wife for a few years first. (The fastest update speed can be found by remembering this site) It's just that ghosts can be saved, but people have lost too much yang, and I'm afraid there are not a few years to live. Amitabha. The old monk couldn't help but recite a Buddha name at the end, I don't know if he was lamenting that the world's love was wrong, or lamenting the widow's final ending this week.

As soon as I heard that Widow Zhou didn't have a few years to live, my mother's expression couldn't help but be a little gloomy, and she looked at the old man Jiang and said, "Master Jiang, can't the widow be saved this week?" ”

"What can be done? People and ghosts coexist, people's yang energy hurts ghosts, and ghosts' yin energy hurts people. They are going against the sky, otherwise why would they say that people and ghosts have different paths? Widow Zhou chose this path by herself back then, and it was her life! On that day, I heard about her, and I was still thinking about how a woman from a mountain village could do tricks and ask a ghost to come up. Thinking even more, should it be a more powerful master, and can really go down to the yin, you must know that the people who go down to the yin are blessed by the gods, otherwise the moment the soul leaves the body and enters the yin, the yin energy that rushes up will dissipate the yang energy, and a mouthful of yang energy will be spit out, and the person will die. If you look at the people who are in the yin, when they burp when they are in the yin, it is the gods who are helping to suppress the yang energy, so that the yang energy cannot leave the human body. After saying so many words, Old Man Jiang was also extremely thirsty, took a sip of tea, and continued.

"So, I heard some things about Widow Zhou, I couldn't help but be curious, I went to take a look, and when I saw it, I found that she kept hiccups, and the situation was simply that the body's yang energy was consumed too much, and I couldn't spit out a mouthful of natal yang energy, and I couldn't swallow it, to put it bluntly, half of my life was alive. When I went to her west wing, her husband's ghost lived there, and it was also an extremely weak soul, you said these two Alas" The old man Jiang sighed, and he couldn't say it anymore, in fact, it was not impossible to help Widow Zhou live a few more days, but it was a pity that it was against heaven to do this, not in her next life, but also on her relatives, just to live a few more days. Presumably, Widow Zhou herself is unwilling.

"Therefore, I went to save her husband's soul, and after I passed it, her husband's soul carried the power of Buddhism, and I could also ensure that his soul would not disperse when he walked on the path of the underworld, and maybe there would be a chance of reincarnation. The monks are compassionate, and they can't bear the misery of the world, Amitabha. At this time, the old monk Huijue still had a trace of the scoundrel on his face, and his face was full of compassion and compassion, which was like a high-ranking monk.

"Okay, without further ado, let's go to Widow Zhou's house, and when this matter is over, let's go over these lonely souls and wild ghosts, and talk to you about the three boys." Old man Jiang's personality was resolute, he did what he said, and immediately got up, took the old monk Huijue out of the courtyard gate, and went straight to Widow Zhou's house.

My mother took pity on Widow Zhou from the bottom of her heart and hurriedly followed, and the old man Jiang and the old monk Huijue did not object, so they let my mother follow like this.

This old man Jiang originally went to the west house and the east house in the village, so it is not strange that he goes to anyone's house, and the people in the village are not curious, and they may not be able to see whose food they like, but my mother followed, everyone was a little curious, and some people asked on the road.

Faced with such a problem, my mother will usually say: "To replenish my son's body, 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 old man Jiang happened to have a meal at my house with his relatives, and when he heard that the hen laid a lot of eggs, he must go and see it. ”

My parents are in the village, and the reputation of that character is excellent, and I have always known the temperament of Old Man Jiang, where can 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 already lying on the bed weakly, saw Old Man Jiang and didn't know where the strength came from, so she struggled out of bed all of a sudden.

While shouting "Master, help", he was about to kneel down for Old Man Jiang.

Old man Jiang hugged Widow Zhou and said solemnly: "I can't save your life, but the one behind me can save your husband." ”

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Hearing that the old man Jiang said that the old man behind him who looked kind and kind could save her husband, Widow Zhou immediately turned her head and wanted to bow to the old monk Huijue, but the strength of Old Man Jiang's hands was amazing, and Widow Zhou found that she couldn't move.

"It is also a merit to save your husband, and he will not 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, Xu is the cause and effect of the world, life and death have seen too much, and they have already looked down on it.

And the monk Huijue just recited the Buddha's name.

My mother also followed to persuade Widow Zhou for a while, as for the Zhou family from the last time my family came to beg Widow Zhou, they also knew the cause and effect intermittently, and they heard that Old Man Jiang said that Widow Zhou's time was running out, and they were all sad.

Especially the old lady Zhou, who was supported by Tuesday, when she heard this, she couldn't help but feel sad, the old tears were horizontal, patted her thigh with one hand, and scolded: "*** Zhouda, if you die, you will die, you can go with peace of mind, what are you dragging your mother-in-law doing, oh my poor daughter-in-law"

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

Speaking of which, the family's feelings for the Zhou widow are very deep, not to mention that after the death of Zhou Da, the daughter-in-law gave birth to a posthumous child for the Zhou family without regrets, and stayed in the Zhou family to serve the elderly and take care of the children wholeheartedly.

When it was difficult, she had a lot of income from the yin, oil, eggs, rice and grain, etc., she used it to help the Zhou family, and in those difficult days, it was the widow of Zhou who supported the family.

Now I know that every time she crosses the yin, she asks Zhou Da to get on her body, she is just an ordinary woman, and she doesn't know a spell, every time she goes up, she hurts herself once.

Old man Jiang didn't want to see the misery of this world, and the old monk just closed his eyes and recited the Buddha's name, sighed, and the old man Jiang said: "Go to the West Wing, go to spend that week." ”

After all, it is time to overtake her husband, Widow Zhou and his party burst into tears from their eyes to their cheeks, insisting on following to see, Old Man Jiang looked at Huijue, and Huijue said, "It's okay." ”

In this way, my mother helped Widow Zhou, Old Man Jiang and Huijue walked in front, and a group of four people walked into the West Wing, as for the Zhou family, they stood in the courtyard and watched, but it was difficult to hide the sadness on their faces.

Entering the West Wing, it was as cold as ever, and Widow Zhou, who was supported by my mother, was even more pale, and almost couldn't stand, Old Man Jiang sighed lightly, walked directly behind Widow Zhou, directly on her back or pressed or rubbed a few times, and then patted a few times, so that Widow Zhou breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing my mother's surprised look, Old Man Jiang said lightly: "It's just an ordinary method of guiding and massaging." ”

How much ability does this old man Jiang have, and everything has miraculous effects. Old man Jiang is understatement, and my mother is very lamented.

And the old monk Huijue walked around in the west wing, and sat directly on the ground, he and Jiang Lao Er came here, and they always carried a black handbag, which was the style common in the sixties, a semi-circular bag, with 2 handles on it.

After he sat down, he took out the handbag, opened the zipper, and there were two strings of beads and a Buddhist scripture inside.

After taking out these things, the old monk sat cross-legged, put the Buddhist scriptures in front of him respectfully, and then hung the long string of hanging beads, folded his hands, and chanted: "Amitabha." ”

The sound of this Buddha horn is not 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, the monk Huijue picked up the prayer beads, performed the Buddha salute with one hand, and began to recite the scriptures endlessly.

Listening to the voice of the scriptures, it actually 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.

"Phew, this old bald donkey hasn't seen him for a few years, and his skills have grown again." Only Old Man Jiang took a sip, and the rest of them were immersed in magical spiritual realization.

"That's it, being able to hear this old monk chanting is also your chance." Old man Jiang walked out of the west wing with his hands behind his back, and he was not too dirty, so he sat down directly on the open space next to the door of the west wing.

His demeanor was like that of an ordinary rural old man who was well-fed and well-fed, basking in the sun.