The gangster of fast wear is online

Chapter 252

"...Abiding in the Supreme Bodhi without turning back, adorned with great vows of merit..."

As soon as I read this sentence, I was interrupted.

It's a dumb girl, oh no, she already got the name given by Mr. Lu, Lu Yufu.

She strode in and brought a dense package: "Uncle Jiang's signature vegetarian dumplings, I heard it was brought for you, and he even sent an extra serving of vegetable soup."

Steaming food was laid out on the table.

I am a little helpless.

Leaning against the white wall next to her, she took out a scripture and flipped through it, and suddenly asked me if I was ready?

I remembered that yesterday, she told me that she was going to save the second wife of the Tang family.

The master of the Tang family passed away last year, and the second wife died of illness a while ago. It is said that she was startled by the sound of guns outside the city during her illness and did not catch her breath... Amitabha, there is another good person missing in this world.

"Is little benefactor okay?" I asked.

The dumb girl frowned: "Xiao Jin, he can accept it, but it's a pity that his mother can't be like him."

It's not good for a mother-son story.

Xiao Jin was playful in the past, and his face was injured by the explosion, which could not be cured. The second wife listened to a demon master and deliberately made a fierce face in front of Xiao Jin to make him unwilling. Until he was seriously injured and died, she buried his body in the demon The location indicated by the teacher.

As time went by, Xiao Jin was not taken away by ghost messengers.At the same time, the second wife is also trying her best to raise money for Xiao Jin. She uses the money given by the Tang family to build a temple for Xiao Jin, and earnestly asks for incense.

The magician told her that according to the method on paper, her son would be respected like the green snake empress in the future, and when he had cultivated enough merits, he could be reborn into a good family.

"Tell me, was the magician lying to her at that time?" I was a little puzzled.

The dumb girl shook her head and said with certainty: "There is no cheating. Mr. Lu said that the person gave too few steps, so there was no way to protect Xiao Jin. This child was later deceived by the Empress Temple and became a boy watching the yard. Moreover, he was frightened by the second wife before he was alive, thinking that he was killed by her, so he was naturally fierce. Now, he is much better. "

She still insisted on being called Mr. Lu, and did not recognize this father-daughter relationship.

Mrs. Yuan didn't force her either, the mother and daughter are located in Qinghe County, one lives in a pawnshop and the other lives in Qinghe Mountain.

It has been peaceful here for ten years.

"The sound of gunfire outside is getting louder."

I don't know when they will break into the county.

"Peace after war is the most precious." The dumb girl said casually.

She's clearly not worried.

In this matter, she seems to have the transparency that only old antiques have. She is unwilling to make a move, but she is full of hope, and she refuses to tell others the source of this hope.

I don't understand her.

But I know the dumb girl has done enough for the people here.

Now it's not monsters that are causing trouble, but warlords are rampant. She is qualified to watch all of this, but I am far from enough.

After finishing the ceremony of Mrs. Tang Er, I bid farewell to them.

The dumb girl was holding the minced meat shortbread that she just bought from Suji, chewing it as if no one else was around.

"When you get there, remember to write a letter. If you have any embarrassing things, just let me know."

I sincerely thank you again.

On the land of Central Plains, among the magicians, no one knows her name.

The Demon Subduer has ghost pets, and her subordinates recruit the most. It may be that I just heard about her deeds from the Demon Subduer who passed by the day before yesterday.

"What kind of dream is it?" The dumb girl asked curiously in my ear.

I just realized that I said this unconsciously.

I scratched my head anxiously, "Then, as I said, don't be angry."

"will not."

Recalling the scene in my dream, I said: "I saw you sitting on a red leaf, weaving ghosts..."

The dumb girl was amused by me, and said: "It's the first time I heard that ghosts can also weave! What happened after that? Could it be eaten?"

I was surprised: "How do you know?!"

If I didn't know that she was not so boring, I might have thought that she had sneaked into my dream to watch it.

In that dream, she sat on the red leaves connecting the sky and weaved the world, creating countless ghosts and ghosts. She worked in the morning and died at sunset. As soon as the sunset disappeared, she swallowed the woven world, together with the ghosts, all in one gulp. in stomach.

She laughed even harder, stuffed the money from the Tang family into my package, and then sent me away quickly, otherwise, she would lock me in the pawn shop and tell stories every day.

Well, I'm not telling a story.

Before leaving, I specifically told her that the merits in her body seemed to be thinner.

In fact, I wanted to say that I saw something bad. It was a gloomy thundercloud, pressing on top of her head.I have eyes that can foretell misfortune, she knows that.

"You saw it too?" the dumb girl asked frankly after she had laughed enough and wiped away her tears.

I nodded.

Master once warned me that some things cannot be changed, and if you see it, you should treat it as if you didn't see it.

For her, I really can't do it.

We are the most suitable partners, and she is already the closest friend in my heart. If I don't say anything, it will be a disappointment to her trust in me.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine."

Her eyes were shining brightly, and when she turned her eyes, she could still see the tears from the laughter just now.

I suddenly feel a little sad.

In the past, I told many people that you have disasters on your body.Not only did they not believe it, they even scolded me and chased me away with a broom.Many times I couldn't melt the vegetarian meal, and I often rushed on the road hungry.

Master said, I can go back only when I don't feel wronged when I face these things.

I will save every deceased person I meet on the road. Master said that ten fingers connect to a heart, so I often hold their hands, so that they should feel my sincerity and they will walk more peacefully.

But if it was a dumb girl lying in front of me, I probably wouldn't be able to read the scriptures well.

I once saw a very respected doctor who spent his whole life treating illnesses, but sent his sick wife to someone else's clinic, where he sat outside and wiped his tears.

I asked him, is it because it is too difficult to treat?

He said no.

The disease can be cured, but the heart cannot be cured. If he alone cannot control the heart, he will certainly not be able to calm the heart of the patient.He was afraid, so he had to ask others to treat him.

The same is true of healing, and probably the same principle of chanting sutras.

All in all, I hope she's okay.

"Then, goodbye."

I have been to many places. Although my medical skills are mediocre and my ability to cook porridge is mediocre, I am very satisfied to be able to do something practical for these suffering people.

I have seen all kinds of people, unknowingly boiled my heart into an old man.

Everywhere I went, I would write to this friend, and she would reply occasionally, sometimes not.Or maybe because I was walking too quickly, the letter got lost on the road.

One day, I came to a place called Piaolingdu, where a flash flood had just erupted. I heard from the local people that I saw a Bodhisattva appearing that day—the female Bodhisattva could not bear to see them suffer, so she ordered the Arhats around her to stop Live in mountain torrents.

One day later, I saw a portrait of that female Bodhisattva at the painter's house. She had a very kind face. It turned out to be Miss Zhang.If the corpse king can do good after taking her away, it will be a great joy.

I wrote this experience in a letter and sent it to the pawn shop. Presumably the shopkeeper Zhang would be happy to hear about it.

But from this letter on, I never got a reply.

Later, I heard from a merchant from Qinghe County that some evil spirits were hidden in his hometown, which caused a terrible thunderstorm and even set Qinghe Mountain on fire.The whole mountain is deserted, and there is nothing to grow.

I never saw my friend again.

I hope she is still alive, I hope she is doing well.

　(～￣▽￣)～After the flowering, please ask for a monthly ticket by the way?

　　

　

(End of this chapter)