Chapter 118 Chapter 28

"Grandma, are you practicing calligraphy?" Gujuro came back from the outside, looked into Asugi Po's room, and was surprised and moved when he saw her writing. This is the home of Hanwami Jibei. Ashanpo replied: "yes!" After speaking, he took up his pen and concentrated on practicing calligraphy. Gujuro sat next to her. "So you are copying scriptures?" He talked to himself. Ashanpo turned a deaf ear and continued to write. "Why do you still practice calligraphy at such an old age? Could it be that you still want to be a teacher after you die?"

"It's long-winded. You must concentrate on copying the scriptures. Don't bother me, go away!" "I heard something outside today and wanted to tell you, so I hurried back." "I'll listen to it later!" "When are you going to write?" "Every word and every sentence is bodhicitta. I have to concentrate on copying it. It may take three days!" "You are so patient!" "It's not just three days, I want to write dozens of books this summer! I plan to copy at least a thousand books in my lifetime and leave them for future generations to read."

"Want to write a thousand books?" "This is my wish." "You said that you want to leave the copied scriptures to the unworthy descendants of future generations. What is the purpose? Can you tell me? I'm not boasting, I can be regarded as an unworthy descendant!" "Are you unworthy too?" "The people who eat and drink in this house are all unworthy grandsons. If there are people who are filial, probably only our boss!" "What a sad world!" "Haha! Look at your earnestness and sincerity. It's likely that your son is also an unworthy son!"

"That guy will only hurt my heart. I'm afraid no one is more unworthy than him. That's why I made up my mind to copy this "Parents' Kindness Sutra" and leave it for the unworthy people in the world to read." "So, are you copying a thousand copies of "Parents' Grace Sutra" in order to distribute it to a thousand people?" "If one person can generate bodhicitta, he can influence hundreds of people, and a hundred people can influence tens of thousands of people. My ambition is very big, not only one thousand people can be influenced."

Ashan put down her pen, and she took out one of the five or six classics she had copied around her. "This is for you. Please read more when you have time." She solemnly handed it over to Gujuro. Seeing that Asugi was so serious, Gujuro thought it was funny, and almost laughed out loud.But you can't just stuff it into your bosom as a straw paper, so you stick the classic on your forehead, and thank Ashanpo. "I'm going to tell you something else." Gujuro immediately changed the subject. "Grandma, it's probably because your confidence has moved the heavens. I met someone outside today!"

"Meet who?" "It's the Miyamoto Musashi you want to avenge. I met him when I got off the ferry on the Sumida River." "Ah! You said you met Musashi?" The old woman immediately stopped writing scriptures. "Where did Musashi go? Did you investigate clearly?" "How can I, Gu Juro, let him go if I'm so powerful? I pretended to break up with him, and then I followed him all the way, and saw him enter the inn on the horse street." "Hmm! It's so close to Carpentry Street here, it's almost at hand." "It's not that close!"

"No, no, it's very close. I traveled all over the mountains to look for him, and now I'm in the same area, so it's very close." "It's true. The horse dealer street is on the other side of the Japanese bridge, and the carpenter street is on the other side of the Japanese bridge. It's really not as far as walking all over the country." The old woman got up immediately and took out the secret family dagger from the shelf. "Ahgu, you lead the way." "Where?" "You clearly know." "I always thought you were very calm, why are you so impatient, are you going to the horse street now?"

"That's right. I have realized this for a long time. If I die, please send my ashes to Misaku Yoshino's Honida family." "Oh! Wait, I finally found out about this. If you do this, I will definitely be scolded by the boss." "I can't control that much, because Musashi will leave the inn at any time." "You don't have to worry about this, I have already sent someone to watch him." "Can you promise not to let him escape?" "You talk like I'm trying to please you. There's nothing you can do about it. Come on, I promise."

Gujuro said again: "At this time, why don't you calm down and copy the scriptures?" "Is Mr. Yajibei not at home today?" "The boss went to Sanfeng in Chichibu to discuss business, and I don't know when he will be back." "I can't wait until he comes back to discuss it." "So I would like to ask Sasaki Kojiro to discuss it. What do you think?" In the early morning of the next day, the young man who was keeping an eye on Musashi's whereabouts on the horse street reported back. (Musashi went to the knife sharpening shop in front of the hotel last night and came back very late. He moved out of the hotel this morning and moved to the second floor of Nokosuke's house, the knife sharpener and cook opposite.)

Ashanpo said angrily: "Look! People also have feet, but they won't stay in the same place all the time!" She complained to Gujuro.This morning, I was so anxious that I could hardly sit still and write scriptures. However, the old woman was known to be impatient, so everyone ignored her. "No matter how powerful Musashi is, he won't grow wings and fly away. You don't have to be so impatient. I'll tell Xiaoliu to go to Mr. Sasaki to discuss it later." Gujuro said. "What, you said you wanted to find Kojiro last night, but you haven't sent anyone yet? What a trouble, I'll go by myself! Where is Kojiro's home?"

The old woman went back to her room to go out. Sasaki Kojiro's residence in Edo is a house in the house of Iwama Kakubei, the important minister of the Hosokawa Domain.And Iwama's house is located on the mountainside of Iwanzipo, Takawa Street, on the plateau commonly known as "Tsuki Cape", with a red gate. The Banwa family told the old woman that she could find it with her eyes closed. "I know, I know." Young people think that Ashanpo is old and frail, and relatively dull. "It's very simple. I'll come back as soon as I go. You guys will take care of the house. The boss is not here, everyone should be careful of the candles." She put on straw sandals, held a cane, and left the Banwa family with a family dagger in her waist. Gujuro, who was away on business, came back. "Hey, where is the old lady?" He looks everywhere. The family members replied: "She's gone out. As soon as we told her where Mr. Sasaki lives, she left, not long ago." "There's really nothing you can do about this old woman. Hey! Brother Sixth!" When he shouted, Xiao Liu, who was originally in the gambling room, rushed out immediately. "What's the matter? Brother." "What are you asking? You drank too much last night and didn't go to Mr. Sasaki's, so the old woman was angry and went out alone." "Wouldn't it be better for her to go by herself?" "You can't say that. After the boss comes back, the old woman will definitely sue." "She has a great mouth!" "Although she has a strong mouth, her bones are very thin, and she seems to break if she breaks. Although she has a strong personality, if she is stepped on by a horse, she may die." "This old woman is really difficult to serve." "She's just gone out, so hurry up and catch her up and take her to Mr. Kojiro's house." "I haven't even taken care of my own parents, and I have to take care of this old woman." "This way you can atone for your crime!" Xiaoliu stopped gambling, and hurried to catch up with Ashanpo. Gujuro smiled slightly, went into the young man's room, lay down in a corner and fell asleep. The room was thirty tatami mats, covered with straw mats, and there were large knives, pistols, and sticks strewn about. There are also towels, clothes, fireproof clothing, underwear, etc. hanging on the walls. The most surprising thing is that there are women's red silk short-sleeved blouses and dressing tables. Someone once asked: "How can there be such a thing?" About to throw it away. "You can't throw it away, it's what Master Sasaki told you to hang up." Someone answered: Asked why, the man replied: "Because all the big men in this room usually fight each other for trivial matters, but when the real life and death are at stake, they can't show their skills. That's why Master Sasaki suggested to the boss to hang these things." However, just a woman's blouse and dressing table can't alleviate the murderous aura at all. "Hey! Don't lie to us." "Who lied to you?" "you're lying." "I didn't lie to you." "Hey, hello!" When Ban Wa was away, everyone was drinking, having fun, playing cards and gambling in this big room, and now the faces of this group of young people were full of murderous looks. Gujuro saw this scene. "Why don't you get tired of playing?" He was lying on the bed, with his legs crossed, staring at the ceiling. The room was too noisy, and he couldn't take a nap at all. But he didn't want to get involved in gambling, so he closed his eyes and rested. "Bah! I'm really unlucky today!" One person was so unlucky that he lost all his money, and lay down next to Gujuro with a dismal expression.Then came one, two, and each lay down, all unlucky fiascos. Suddenly someone said: "Brother Mushroom, what is this?" He picked up a scripture that fell out of Gujuro's arms. "Isn't this a scripture? How could you bring such a thing?" That person felt very strange. Gujuro was about to fall asleep, with sleepy eyelids open. "Hmm! Is this? This is the old woman in Benweitian who made a great wish and vowed to copy a thousand copies of scriptures." "Lend me to see." A literate person snatched it up. "It turned out that it was written by an old woman, and there are hiragana characters, which even children can read." "Then you will?" "I don't read that kind of stuff." "Just read it to the beat and let us hear it!" "Don't be kidding, this is a scripture, not a ballad." "Don't be stupid. People used to sing scriptures as ballads. Hezan rhyme is one of them!" "But this is not He Zan Yun!" "Whatever rhyme it is, sing it to us quickly. Or we'll beat you." "Ouch, ouch!" "Then I will sing!" The man didn't stand up, lying on the bed, holding the scriptures high. "what is this?" "Is the bhikkhuni the one who put white powder on his face recently to show off his smile in Huajie Liuxiang?" "Shh! Don't talk." "What! It turned out to be talking about father and mother! Buddha Shakyamuni was talking about these well-known things." "Shhh - Ah Wu, you are so noisy!" "Look, he didn't read it anymore, it was comfortable to hear just now, and I was about to fall asleep!" "Okay, he's not arguing anymore, you can read more! It should rhyme!" The person who recited was not well-mannered, so he changed his sleeping position, picked his nostrils and continued to recite: At this point, everyone fell silent, and the person who recited felt unmotivated. "Hey! Is anyone listening?" "We're listening!" "I'm so tired, let's finish reading here!" "We're listening! Keep reading!" In the beginning, everyone just listened casually, and gradually understood the profound meaning of the scriptures, and everyone couldn't help listening to them with fascination. "..." "Why don't you read it?" "I'm going to read it now." "Ouch, you are crying, and you are crying while reading!" "Don't talk nonsense!" The person who recited it bluffed and continued to recite. "Are you crying again?" "It brings back memories for me." "You cry while reading, and we are almost crying too." A rascal also has parents. Although their words and deeds are rough and drunk all day long, they are not bursting out of rocks. These people usually only mention their parents. (Bah! Useless guy!) being teased by others. (Hmph! What is father?) They pretended not to recognize their parents, thinking it was a sign of heroism. However, after listening to the scriptures, they remembered their parents in their hearts, and they were all silent. When I first started to recite the "Parents' Grace Sutra", I just hummed casually, but the scriptures are profound and simple, and the recitation and listeners gradually understand its meaning. I also have parents. Thinking of this, everyone can't help but recall the scenes of sucking breasts and crawling on knees and knees when they were children. Although some people use their hands as pillows, or hold their feet high to show their leg hair, and lie on the tatami mats casually listening to scriptures, they all shed tears unconsciously. "Hey……" One of them said to the person who was chanting: "Are there any scriptures below?" "Yes, I have!" "Continue reading." "Wait a moment." The man who was chanting sat up and blew his nose. This time he was sitting upright. "Well! That's true." Someone sighed. "I can't go on reading, who will read it!" The man who recited the scriptures dropped the scriptures and began to cry. Everyone was silent, and those who were lying, lying, and sitting were all silent. On the other side of the same room, a group of people are arguing about gambling.However, this group of people had red eyes. At this time, a person outside the door saw the wonderful atmosphere in the room. "Hasn't Banwa returned from traveling yet?" It turned out to be Kojiro Sasaki who came here unexpectedly.