Chapter 257 Chapter 23: Life-saving Bodhisattva

But I didn't ask him because I knew Grandpa's answer.His answer was nothing more than a gentle smile, without saying a word. The young woman said: "There is no foreign water seller in the local area. The old man's children immediately ran for more than 30 miles to the county to buy foreign water. After the old man drank it, he hiccupped and finally closed his eyes peacefully." .” Grandpa murmured: "The old man drank the foreign water that he cared about all his life before he died, but Miss Seven had never tasted chicken soup in her life. Although it was difficult to buy foreign water at that time, it was better than chicken soup. They always think about how to get rid of Seventh Girl who stole the chicken, but they never thought of kindly letting him drink a bowl of chicken soup."

The old lady and Wen Sazi sighed after hearing what grandpa said. I suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "Grandpa, what do you mean, if you cook a good bowl of chicken soup for Seventh Girl to drink, it won't come to steal the chicken again, and it will leave the world with peace of mind?" Grandpa was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled happily: "You are quite smart, I was just talking casually, but you actually thought of a solution." Wen Sazi also suddenly realized: "That's right, why don't we cook a chicken and offer it to Seventh Girl, so that it won't be attached to the world because of a bite of chicken soup in its heart." Wen Sazi clapped loudly. Slap, and immediately ran to the side of the broken chicken coop, and picked up the chicken whose neck had been twisted.

"What are you doing?" asked the old lady. Wen Sazi smiled slyly: "Old man, I'm saving a chicken for you. Anyway, this chicken has been made like this, I believe you don't have to worry about eating it. It's better to boil this chicken and offer it to Seven girls." The old lady became angry immediately, she slapped the dead chicken in Wen Sazi's hand, and cursed, "No one dares to eat it, why do you still feed the dead? Although my old man raises chickens too It’s not easy, but since it’s enshrined, you have to choose a good chicken. If there’s a guest at home, I’ll kill a chicken, but I can’t even part with a chicken if I offer it to the spirit?”

These words made Wen Sazi lower his head and lower his eyebrows, not daring to refute. The old lady turned her head and told her daughter-in-law: "Go and pick a good chicken, stronger and more energetic. Kill it and give it to Miss Seven." Grandpa quickly stopped: "My nephew is just talking casually, I don't know if it works or not. What if it doesn't work after killing a chicken? I can't guarantee it. Don't be so hasty, old man." The tone of the old lady's words to the grandfather was much better: "Master Ma, since we have a solution, let's try a solution. Let's kill the chicken and see the effect. What if it's okay? You don't know, when my son was ten years old , accidentally ate poisonous fruit on the mountain, his complexion turned purple, his mind was blurred, he was foaming at the mouth, and could not utter a word. Hundreds and ten people from the village surrounded him, but they didn’t know how to save him. A lunatic passed by here, took out a ball of black and greasy stuff from his arms, and told me to stuff it into my son's mouth. Others advised me not to listen to the lunatic, saying that the child was already like this, and he couldn't stand it anymore. What a toss. If I were in normal times, I would never believe the words of a lunatic. But at that time, I didn't turn my brain around, and I just stuffed the black and greasy thing into my son's mouth, treating the dead horse as a living horse doctor. No Thinking of it, a few minutes later, my son's face turned red and he recovered his mind. If it weren't for that lunatic, I wouldn't have a son to raise or a grandson to hold."

Wen Sazi falsely cupped his hands and said, "That lunatic is a Bodhisattva." The old lady gave Wen Sazi a sip, and said: "The one who saves lives is a Bodhisattva. If you help others, you are also a Bodhisattva. When my son is well and I go to find that lunatic again, the lunatic has already left. I have searched all over. In several nearby villages and towns, the lunatic at the time was not found. So, I thought that maybe my son did not die because of my kindness, I helped more people, and accumulated virtue. Those accumulated virtues are usually invisible and intangible , but it will work when something happens, and I think it saved my son's life."

Wen Sazi said yes again and again.The old lady's daughter-in-law is not a stingy person, she has already caught a chicken in her hand.I don't know if the chicken became a little demented after being frightened just now, or it thought it made sense after listening to the old lady's words. The old lady turned around and walked to her daughter-in-law, touched the head of the quiet chicken, and said kindly: "Chicken, chicken, don't complain when you are slaughtered, who called you a chicken? This is Your life. It will be fine if you don’t become a chicken when you are reincarnated in the next life.”

In this regard, the old lady is somewhat similar to the grandpa.After grandpa kills a chicken, he always spreads the chicken's wings, and then hides the chicken's head in the wings, saying that he is waiting for the chicken to pass the mountain.In my father's generation, after killing a chicken, it was thrown into boiling water and soaked, and then began to pluck the feathers.Relatively speaking, people of my grandfather's generation seem to have a special feeling for creatures like chickens, ducks and geese. The old lady's daughter-in-law was very quick and cooked the chicken quickly.The aroma instantly filled the whole house.

Because the old lady asked grandpa to help with the offering ceremony, we still can't leave for a while. During the free time when the old lady's daughter-in-law was cooking chicken, the grandfather and the old lady made some homework.The five of us sat around the fire waiting for the chicken to be fully cooked.The fire is surrounded by several large green bricks, cooking and cooking are all carried out between these few green bricks.Because straw is burned, there is a lot of grass ash.The hook for hanging the rice cooker is tied by a strong hemp rope, and the other end of the hemp rope is tied to the beam.Rice pots, hooks, hemp ropes, and house beams were all blackened by grass ash.This was a typical scene in the countryside at that time, and it is also the deepest impression in my memory.

There were many rural impressions at that time, and this is just one of them.Others include: newspapers stuck on the wall with rice soup, sauerkraut pickled in clay pots under the table of the Eight Immortals, a portrait of Chairman Mao hanging on the wall facing the main room in the main room, and a big mansion painted with thin cow dung. Drying field. These impressions are not coherent, they are scattered in my memory.Moreover, these memories are getting farther and farther away from me as time goes by, so far away that I can't see their original appearance clearly.Whenever I think about it, it is both warm and sad.What made my feelings more intense was the kindly smiling face of my grandpa.