The more you believe me, the more real it becomes.

Chapter 11 The hearts of parents are truly pitiful.

We need to help Zhou Da fulfill his last wish so that he can get rid of the gloomy feeling stuck in his throat.

"Living Buddha, are you saying that Zhou Da died because his last wish was not fulfilled?"

Holding paper money in one hand and chicken blood in the other, Du Yuan nodded loudly:

"Indeed, Zhou Da died of a sudden illness. His untimely death left behind a lingering worry that made him unwilling to leave, unable to go either in life or in death."

"As the saying goes, the resurrection of a corpse originates from an unextinguished breath, which can be resentment, pent-up anger, or stubbornness. But Zhou Da's breath is a very rare kind of stubbornness!"

“I’m certain that he had an unfulfilled wish, which is why he’s so fixated on it. Therefore, fulfilling that wish will naturally allow Zhou Da to let go of this pent-up anger.”

Du Yuan picked and chose, and then adapted Uncle Ying's words.

This was done to increase their credibility among the surrounding villagers.

While it may not be necessary for them to believe in themselves, since it is an experiment, it must be verified with the predicted answer.

Furthermore, Du Yuan didn't even need to utter these words, which Uncle Ying had polished into a complete Eastern supernatural worldview.

Because his sudden appearance of Buddha's light was enough to make anyone believe anything he said.

After all, when the facts are presented to people, even the most outrageous things become the truth!

However, Du Yuan's systematic answer was a welcome surprise.

The villagers around them naturally became more and more convinced of this.

"What should I do about the Living Buddha?"

The villagers hurriedly spoke up, saying that with the Living Buddha here, they no longer believed that Zhou Da's matter could not be resolved; they now only hoped that Zhou Da could be laid to rest as soon as possible.

This Living Buddha made Du Yuan a little uncomfortable as she said:
“I told you, I’m not a monk.”

The villagers wholeheartedly agreed:
"Living Buddha, you are certainly not comparable to a monk!"

Those bastards who only know how to cheat people out of food, drink, money, and sex are no match for a Living Buddha!

Du Yuan felt a little helpless, but she didn't struggle anymore.

He just planned to wait until the verification was successful, and then find a way to package himself as a Taoist priest or a Confucian scholar.

For now, I can only deal with the short hair that came with this body-wearing practice by using my Buddhist identity as a temporary solution.

Otherwise, in an era where one's body and hair are given to one's parents, how come a Taoist (Confucian scholar) like you has no hair?
"In short, I have a great method that can help Zhou Da dispel this stubbornness. And for that, I will need the help of the two of you."

Seeing Du Yuan looking at her and her grandson.

Without further thought, the old woman knelt down with her granddaughter and said:
"Living Buddha, please tell us what to do."

"Don't worry, don't worry, it's not difficult."

Du Yuan picked up the bowl of chicken blood, pointed it at the rim, and recited a sentence:
"Om Mani Padme Hum!"

Fortunately, although I don't study Buddhism, I not only follow Master Fahai of Jinshan Temple, but also frequently follow the Living Buddha Jigong of Lingyin Temple.

I wonder when Huang Mei's line, "Since you can see the future, why not worship it?" will finally come in handy.

Wait a minute, I want to become a Confucian scholar or a Taoist priest, so if I'm going to chant, it should be something like "The Four Lines of Hengqu" or "Hurry, hurry, as the law commands!"

Why are you thinking about this?
After shaking her head inwardly and saying this, Du Yuan picked up the chicken blood and addressed the villagers:
"Please look, everyone. I have already performed the ritual. Next, I will use this to draw the incantation."

The villagers, who had been craning their necks to listen to the Living Buddha's sermon, now wished they could cut off their heads and take a look at the porcelain bowl that the Living Buddha had imbued with great spiritual power.

Du Yuan's actions were also motivated by a desire to verify the information.

Sure enough, as soon as he opened his mouth, the chicken blood in the bowl changed from slightly congealing to solidifying without dispersing.

Now, after being admired by the villagers, the chicken blood, which should have been incredibly thick, has instead spread out into a pool of clear, vermilion water that flows gently between the rough pottery patterns.

This time, it wasn't just the villagers who couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

Even Du Yuan raised her eyebrows slightly.

As expected, I was right.

If you say it yourself and they believe it, it will come true!

At this point, Du Yuan was no longer in a hurry.

He dipped his hand into the bowl of chicken blood and then started drawing randomly on the paper money.

"Red lotus reflects its image, blood and dew form a boat, the twelve links of dependent origination are all upside down."

These are no longer famous quotes from Jinshan Temple or Lingyin Temple.

It was Du Yuan who made it up on the spot.

Anyway, he has already figured out his own abilities.

As long as it makes people feel that it is mysterious and aloof, that's enough.

The runes didn't need any deep historical context; they were just drawn casually.

Anyway, the power to interpret scriptures is in his hands!
Anyone who dares to say it's wrong, then you should also unleash your divine light and purify your blood!
The only problem now is that, because they were drawn casually, the two pieces of paper money are not quite the same after they were drawn.

Du Yuan, her eyebrows slightly raised, immediately addressed the grandfather and granddaughter:

"Old man, and little girl Wu. These are the talismans I drew. This one is yours, and this one is yours. Don't mix them up, because they correspond to the different karma of the two of you. They must not be confused!"

The explanation startled the grandfather and grandson, who nodded repeatedly and even stepped back a few paces to avoid confusing the talismans.

This amused Du Yuan, who thought to herself that it was just something she said casually.
No, what I say will come true!

The minor incident instantly alerted Du Yuan. His abilities were too great; he had to use them with caution.

"Alright, stick the talisman on your forehead and sincerely pray to heaven for your request. Repeat it three times in your heart. Then turn the talisman upside down and write Zhou Da's name on it."

The grandfather and grandson immediately did as instructed.

However, after the prayer ended, the grandfather and grandson were puzzled as they looked at the flipped-over talisman.

Upon seeing this, Du Yuan immediately realized what was happening.

In such a society, knowledge is nothing short of wealth and power. How could a poor family, especially a woman, possibly be literate?
So Du Yuan immediately wrote the two characters "Zhou Da" on the ground.

"Here, this is Zhou Da's name. Just draw it like this."

After speaking, Du Yuan handed the porcelain bowl to the grandfather and grandson.

After the grandfather and grandson wrote the slightly crooked characters "Zhou Da" with utmost seriousness.

Du Yuan took the two pieces of paper money and walked up to Zhou Da, who was still being suppressed on the ground by the Buddha's light.

He crouched down, looked at his狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious/hideous) face, sighed, and placed the paper money on his body, saying:
"Zhou Da, your elderly mother and daughter are calling you from home!"

Thunderous chanting echoed, causing the zombie to tremble slightly.

At this moment, even his lifeless eyes regained a sliver of light.

Those eyes lingered on Du Yuan for a moment before landing directly on his elderly mother and daughter.

At that glance, both the old woman and the little girl burst into tears:

"My son!"

"father!"

However, they were unable to come over and were instead held back by the surrounding neighbors to prevent them from accidentally disrupting the Living Buddha's rituals.

Zhou Da is dead, so naturally he cannot be brought back to life.

Even now, his throat was still making noises, and his stiff hands were reaching out towards the two of them.

This made Du Yuan sigh deeply and say:

"Zhou Da, the dead cannot be brought back to life. It's time to let it go!"

Zhou Da's body trembled, and after a moment of reluctance, he laboriously pointed his left hand behind him.

That was the very wall he had been banging against.

Follow the direction Zhou Da pointed.

Du Yuan spotted a slightly loose stone. She picked it up and easily removed it.

The hidden compartment inside was revealed.

Is there any family property left behind that was not left to the elderly mother and young daughter?

Du Yuan suddenly realized.

But when he took out the contents, he was completely stunned.

Because there was no money inside, only a very exquisite rattle drum.

'This is? ’

Du Yuan almost thought she had come to the wrong place.

But when he took out the rattle drum...

But then they heard the little girl's heart-wrenching cry: "Dad!"

Follow the sound.

The little girl was already sobbing uncontrollably, while Zhou Da closed his eyes contentedly.

Immediately, a breath of black smoke emerged from his mouth and nose and dissipated.

The two pieces of paper money that landed on him then burst into flames, burning away the gloomy and stubborn aura completely.

It didn't damage the clothes or the body; it just burned away that stubborn energy.

This scene astonished the surrounding villagers, who exclaimed that the divine intervention was truly remarkable.

However, those around only saw that the spirit was burned away by the paper money.

But Du Yuan saw in that stubbornness that the even younger Xiao Wu was pestering the honest Zhou Da in front of a peddler, wanting to buy a very nice rattle drum.

Whether in Zhou Da's obsession or in Du Yuan's current hands, that rattle drum remains.

They are all so gorgeous yet don't seem cheap.
In the end, Xiao Wu could only cry as Zhou Da carried her away, and she couldn't eat anything for the entire day.

As her anger dissipated, Du Yuan couldn't help but let out another long sigh.

Clearly, the Zhou family was poor, and he couldn't afford to buy such an expensive and useless item for his daughter.

However, Zhou Da loved his daughter deeply, so he secretly bought her back.

The reason for the refusal was because he was the father, the reason for the purchase was also because he was the father, and the reason for hiding him was still because he was the father. Thus, it became an obsession that trapped him into a zombie, all because he was the father!

After handing the rattle drum to Xiao Wu, who was wailing loudly,...

With a forced smile, Du Yuan ruffled Xiao Wu's hair and looked up at the sky, saying:
"The hearts of parents are always full of love and worry."

(End of this chapter)