Chapter 7 Chapter VII

It was a day of low clouds and strong wind.People speak in the wind, their voices are blurred. They all recite the "rebirth mantra" for the dead. A sturdy stove with a large fire, and an iron door on the outer side of the stove. The man's body was placed in an iron box, and he didn't go there peacefully, with his eyes half-opened and half-closed, as if he wanted to see the world one more time but couldn't get it.But the iron box was finally pushed into the stove.After the iron gate was sealed, monks assisted behind the stove to set up firewood to burn... The crematorium is also called "incarnation kiln".

Mrs. Qingshou muttered the scriptures sadly but dully, praying for her man to be saved. After a while, the ceremony of "Davi" was almost finished, and the iron box was pushed out. The ashes were pale.Not pure—but in a flash, the four elements are empty, and the five aggregates are without self. The old abbot of Shidu said as usual: "Look, the entire body of a thirty-three-year-old man is just a small plate. What are you arguing about?" Madam Qingshou's complexion changed, she was as pale as bone ashes. It was like a clay sculpture and wood carving, but suddenly, the plain muscles on her face trembled, and tears welled up.

Quietly: "Benefactor, life and death are impermanent, please be patient." ——Actually speaking to myself. Mrs. Qingshou was extremely sad, her mood fluctuated, and she suddenly attacked: "Leave me alone!" She pushed the old abbot away, staggered, and he fell to the ground.She didn't care about it, she just rushed forward like an arrow leaving the string, towards the cliff behind the incarnation kiln. She ran desperately, her skirt was torn by stones and short logs, her bun was untied, she stumbled, her determination to seek death was very obvious, she intended to die for her husband, and jumped down the cliff——

At this critical juncture, a burly figure stepped on the shoulders of the two monks and leaped forward.Jingyi forgot about time and space, and only thought that saving people was the most important thing, so he used his kung fu to hide his secrets. On the edge of the cliff, he dodged and rushed forward, blocking and pulling, and rescued Mrs. Qingshou who had almost jumped down. She was forced into his arms. Light as a blue cloud. Jing hugged and supported the woman, and let out a sigh of relief. She choked with sobs: "Why don't you let me die?" Jingyi was confused. Of course he wouldn't let "her" die!

Mrs. Qingshou's neck went limp, and she passed out in his arms on one side of her head. Jingyi woke up immediately: "Amitabha!" He put her on the ground. When the maid came over, Jingyi solemnly let go of the responsibility of taking care of her.He walked to Shidu. In his eyes, the abbot was old and weak, unable to withstand a fall, and he didn't know if he was all right. He asked with concern and caution: "Master, did you fall?" Without saying a word, he quickly carried him on his back, step by step, and went back to the monastery. The abbot kept silent, as if he was a little caught off guard, he was really tired, maybe it hurt, so he just carried it quietly.

Jingyi protected the old man and took the opportunity to divert distracting thoughts. He didn't dare to turn his head back. That night, we met again. It was the old abbot who appointed him to come. In the Zen Temple where the monks treat illnesses, they gave Mrs. Qingshou an injection. The old abbot opened his wooden box, which contained various needles: filiform needles, three-edged needles, and plum-blossom needles.There are also cupping jars, plates, tweezers and more. The candle burned very red. Mrs. Qingshou lay on the bed, her collar was pulled down, and the back of her neck was naked.In the candlelight, the white down can almost be seen flickering.

"A person's spiritual energy is nothing more than seven different changes of joy, anger, worry, thought, sadness, fear, and shock. When a person is strong, the seven emotions can be controlled. Once weakened, they fluctuate. It is called 'evil energy' in medical books. As for us, they are called 'Heart Demons'." He glanced at Jing and ordered: "Bring me the needle." He said again, "Press her shoulders." He turned the needle in the fire, and then, like holding a writing brush, he looked at the Tianzhu acupoint on the back of Mrs. Qingshou's neck and pierced it three points deep.Straight, steady and fast.It doesn't look like a hundred-year-old hand at all.

He glanced at Jing again. Like trying his concentration intentionally: "She moved, please take care of her." Jingyi's hand moved back from her skin. She sighed slowly. Eyes open, sleepy and confused. Looking back, I saw Jingyi: "Master, I'm sorry." "It doesn't matter, it's cured, sleep overnight, and go home tomorrow to recuperate. You don't need to stay here for a long time." Madam Qingshou's eyes wandered, her heart was disheartened: "After being cured, I am also homeless and have no one to love." Be silent. The old abbot only smiled at her meaningfully:

"Go home! You're all right." She got up to salute and thank you. The maidservants waiting outside the door immediately supported him and left. The candles were still burning, and in the flickering candlelight, the Buddha statues were looming, and their shadows were cast on the walls, as if they were talking to people. "But—you have something on your mind." The old abbot Xiang Jing said: "It seems to be the same disease. Come, I will give you an injection too." "No more." "Yes!" The stubborn old man said.Do not rely on him. Sit quietly and close your eyes.When the needle pierced the hairline at the back of his neck, it felt a little numb and painful.He endured it, not wanting the old abbot to see through something.I only heard the old man ask:

"Who is she?" "Just like a person." The abbot robbed: "Of course it's like a person, isn't it like a dog?" With a vigorous stab, the needle penetrates five points.Jing Yiji jumped up from his seat. "It just wants you to hurt! It's useless. Fear comes from love, and demons come from fear. This is also a kind of test: everything you see is old people, and everything you think about is old people. They follow you like a shadow, so you 'like'. Forget this Man, what is 'like' without this man?" "Disciples must work hard to drive away the demons, and let those who go go by themselves."

"When you meet your father, you kill your father. When you meet a Buddha, you kill a Buddha. Who said it was easy?" "I will definitely let Wan Yuan go." "Are you strong enough?" "What?" Jing Yi asked, "'Letting down' also requires strength?" "With your good kung fu, maybe it's not a problem." Jingyi knew that the abbot had seen through his background. There was a sudden noise outside the door, and he was alert: "Who?" It was silent outside. Jing stopped the old abbot, he stood up, walked to the door, and pushed—— Under the moonlight, there is a shadow crawling on the ground. When he saw it, he was stunned. The one who bowed her head and knelt like a pool of still water was Mrs. Qingshou. She seems to have been there for a long time. "The little girl sees through the cause and fate, sees through the world of mortals, and only hopes that the red fish and the green chime will spend the rest of her life." She raised her eyes, but there was nothing: "I beg the old abbot to shave me." Abbot Shidu watched her. Only the mournful chirping of insects sang the last Qing song in the still night. She turned to Jing Yi and pleaded: "This master can speak for me. Otherwise, the only thing I can do is die!" She wants to impress him: "Is there no mercy in your heart?" Jing Yi He Shi: "Amitabha!" Finally, I was ordained on the second day of junior high school. The abstinence is in the open air. Mrs. Qingshou knelt on the ground, clasped her hands together.Yanguang subsided. The phoenix eyes are beautiful and long, clear and without waves. A woman with long hair in gray. The old abbot said: "There are three hundred and forty-eight precepts for a bhikkhuni, can you keep them?" She answered calmly: "The disciple can hold it." "To the end of your life, never break the precepts?" "As long as you live, you will never violate the precepts." "All forms are just forms, the most important thing is determination." "The disciple knows." The abbot squinted at Mrs. Qingshou: "If you violate the precepts in your heart, only you will know." He said to Jingyi: "If there is an antecedent, there must be a consequence. Jingyi, you go." "I?" "Go! You must go!" Her phoenix eyes are long and clear. Jingyi cut off her long hair first.Commissioned all over the place.All like broken black satin.Don't remember the past. Hold the ring knife again, and move upward from the bottom.Even the short hair was shaved off lock by lock—just like when he was ordained. The monks present recited the gatha. How familiar, and his gestures are also proficient. Concentrating, such as finely crafting, such as letting go of all fate.Nothing left. Both are indifferent. She never looked at him. At some point, Jingyi's finger was broken.The blood was hidden in the black hair, and he didn't realize it. In an instant, all four are empty. Is the eight-heat hell in reality turned into a lotus pond of seven treasures in a cool and cool land?Suffering in the world from beginningless and ignorant, becomes "nothing" from now on? Mrs. Qingshou disappeared. Her name is Huiqing. The nun ruthlessly knelt down and said: "Hui Qing chanted scriptures and set up fasts for the ancestors' Water and Land Daochang" for seven days and nights, worshiped Buddha and repented, recommended the dead, and transcended all ghosts on land and water, popularized the six realms and four lives, and hoped to reach bliss as soon as possible. Good, good, good." The inner altar of the "Water and Land Dojo" is decorated with fragrant flowers, ten sages and ten gods.The offering table lists lamps, candles and fruit offerings. The grand ceremony will last for seven days. Huiqing and twelve other monks and nuns put together embroidered clothes and red shoes, and silently recited before the spirit of her deceased husband: "Among the asuras, those who are fond of anger and fighting endlessly, all sentient beings should wish to stop arguing and promote kindness, so as to be liberated soon. Among the hungry ghosts, those who are hungry and thirsty, suffering for many kalpas, all sentient beings, should wish to eliminate thirst and anger, Early relief..." Monks and nuns perform their duties. Only for the liberation of all beings. A huge ever-burning lamp on the inner altar reflects the "water and land portraits" on both sides. A murmuring tone like a trembling microwave, mixed with a compassionate and mysterious attraction.Together and one fall. Cigarettes wove a white web in midair. until night. The final item is the "flame vent". In the six realms of reincarnation, there are many hungry ghosts.They either died in vain, or committed suicide, or committed too many crimes, or repaid the retribution of their previous lives... On this night, when they saw the Dharma Assembly hanging high banners and nine lotus lanterns, they all came.Among them, they often spit fierce flames from their mouths, which are inexhaustible, and their belly is as big as a mountain, but their throat is like a pinhole. Although they encounter food and drink, they cannot bear the pain. The "flaming mouth" is to give food.Hope to turn hostility into peace. When the sky turned gray and blue, the wind started to pick up. There were bursts of chill. The Buddha lamp is like daylight, also flickering in the wind. Abbot Shidu presided over the outer altar. Take the cleanser, fill it with clean water, and prepare rice, fruits, tofu, bean sprouts, vegetables... The clothes paper is folded, and the gold and silver are stacked.Huiqing made a package for the ancestors' recommendation, and sprinkled the food on the ground when the abbot was preaching, as a gift. Tall paper boats are used to hold clothes and things.The clothes were burned, the red flame shot up to the sky, and the tongue turned blue. The fire shone on people's faces, creating an eerie atmosphere. The night is getting thicker, and the wind does not know where it comes from. Maybe all the lonely ghosts on all sides know about it. The sound of chanting the mantra was accompanied by the murmur of the blue chime and the red fish. Quietly close your eyes and recite: "Currently use the flame mouth, praying to avoid the suffering of hunger and cold, and to increase the longevity." Open your eyes slowly. Misty, shadowy... coming. Hungry. Some were skinny, some had disheveled hair, some had lost eyes, some had sharp claws, some had sad faces, some walked slowly, and some were eager to grab food... It's all suffering. Amitabha. Jing Yi suddenly saw his mother! It's mother! Yin and Yang are separated. She had knife marks on her neck.Smile peacefully.Jingyi looked at her, neither of them said a word. My mind tightened, and I was filled with sorrow. Mother is also hungry and cold.She is small and helpless. It's so close. Because people and ghosts have different paths, everything is blurred.But Jing first remembered, a long, long time ago, a certain day. Shi Yansheng was still a baby in his arms. He babbled childishly and strangely: "... Mother... Mother..." "Ah! Yansheng can call 'mother'! Can talk!" Mother is ecstatic. Just like all the mothers in the world, as long as the child calls her, she will be very happy. mother and son. In the mother's womb, like pearls on grass, blood in palms.The five cells and six essences, the pores of the joints, are condensed day by day.In October, he absorbed the essence of the mother's womb to grow up.When she landed on the ground, her abdomen was broken and her bones were broken, causing her pain like a thousand knives churning with thousands of blades, her blood flowed like a gush, and she gave birth like a butcher, life and death were on the line. ——How to repay the favor? Although the mother and son were close, they were far away. In the end, he failed to serve his mother well.She also died for him. Feeling sad, seeing my mother's expression suddenly turned numb, she is a ghost. The shadow recedes.There is nowhere to be found. Jing Yi was uneasy. All of a sudden, all the hungry ghosts who appeared in front of food and clothing turned around. They were descendants of Jiancheng and Yuanji, subordinates of Shi Yansheng, sergeants and ordinary people who were killed innocently... covered in blood. the last one.look back. Slow and seductive, with her dress fluttering, she danced like a flying sky, with flowers on her cheeks and brows, she smiled indulgently and affectionately, throwing her whole heart away. flashed by. It is red calyx.That last night. Jing Yi was dumbfounded, and he chased after him. It wasn't that he chased after him, but the gnawing feeling came back.A meandering little snake slowly crawled over, climbed up his feet, climbed up his legs. He dared not move his legs.Heart reluctantly. This long period of practice was messed up by its squishy body. Think quietly: This is an illusion! Jingyi told herself: No, it is obviously true. Jing Yidao: Then you yourself are an illusion. A sea of ​​blood welled up in Hong Calyx's heart. She said: "I am cold……" Everything disappeared in an instant. ——The ever-burning light above Jingyi's head flickered and went out silently. It turned out that the ritual was over. He has already tidied up the inner altar. His body and mind remained untouched.has he been hereEven I was confused.Never been so weak. Jing hurriedly climbed up to relight the ever-burning lamp. The moment the light came on, he saw a figure. Looking down, it's Mrs. Qingshou——no, Huiqing.The shaven, bald head was illuminated by the flickering firelight. Get off the ladder and land on the ground. It was Huiqing who opened the topic: "I have seen the ghosts of my ancestors." Jingyi did not expect him: "I saw my mother too." "Oh, died of illness, right?" He entered the world in a moment of fascination and was extremely sad: "Suffering the pain of a knife. Amitabha." Huiqing didn't respond.She only looked at Jingyi knowingly, after his words. When other monks and little novice came in and out carrying sundries, they were alone in the hall, alone, without relatives or reasons. He has always been a good monk, and his heart is as smooth as glass. Sadness and depression came suddenly, and people have never been so weak-it turns out that he has also experienced life and death.Who said love and hate are not terrible? Hui Qing quietly retreated without knowing when. A fourteen-year-old novice looked at Baofan: "The treasure flag is moving." Another, fifteen years old, said: "It's the wind that moves." Jing Yi insisted.Eager to go back to the meditation room: "Drink! The wind doesn't move, and neither does the treasure flag. It's because your two hearts are moving." The little novice monk showed admiration and suddenly realized.