All Heavens Gou Xian

Chapter 425 Don't Need Money Anyway, Just Believe It

Hospital, sunset dusk.

Covering his face, the middle-aged man in a mask lowered his head and took out his mobile phone, the mirror in the corridor reflected his black and white hair
Sent a message.

"Honey, I'm queuing up at the hospital, and I may not be back so soon. You can cook today."

After a few seconds, the phone vibrates and a message pops up
Wife: "Well, good."

After a long time, another message popped up on the phone.

middle aged man looking down

"Husband, why don't we stop the treatment?"

The middle-aged man had mixed feelings and didn't know what to say. After a long time, he sent an aggrieved soybean emoji.

Wife: "You have advanced cancer, it cannot be cured"

"It costs so much money to do chemotherapy, and the risks are so great, I'm afraid that people and money will be empty at that time."

After a long silence, the middle-aged man lowered his head and smiled bitterly, and sent a message, hmm.

Wife: "We have no money. If you continue to do governance, you can only borrow it."

The middle-aged man squeezed his phone tightly and replied one, yes.

Wife: "Our son is in the third grade of junior high school and will soon be in high school. There are too many places to spend money at home, can you understand?"

"I'm under a lot of pressure. I've thought about it for a long time before I can tell you."

The middle-aged man was full of thoughts, and when they landed on the phone, there was only one sentence left.

I can understand.

Wife: "You can treat it conservatively, or a miracle will happen."

After a long time, the middle-aged man replied: "Yes."

Then put down the mobile phone, huddled in the corner, cried, choked up and sobbed.

Hoarse in his heart: "Gods and Buddhas all over the sky, no matter who it is, please save us."

On the other side, a middle-aged woman stretched out her dark fingers, picked up the needle and thread, and sewed the last hole in the clothes.

Then he opened the cupboard, looked at the empty rice bag, and fell silent for a long time.

A worn banknote was drawn from an iron box.

People will die if they don't eat, and they will die if they don't take medicine.

In this family, not only the husband is sick, but she is also sick. This disease is called poor disease.

When manpower is not available, there are often illusory gods and Buddhas. Although they do not exist, they are also a hope.

Man feeds on hope and survives in the world.

However, human beings have their sufferings, and gods have their troubles. Not to mention this extraordinary and cut-off place, it is a very mysterious universe. There are several real immortals and Buddhas who are willing to listen to the sufferings of ordinary people. Incense gods also favor the rich. .

The middle-aged woman was carrying ten catties of rice on her way home. When she passed a Taoist temple, she could hear the sound of Taoism in her ears. The sound of reciting scriptures spread outside the temple, and she saw Taoist flags hanging around her. , Enlightened and heard the sky is thick, and told all souls.

A young Taoist priest in a robe of water and fire shouted at the gate of the temple: "It's time for the next Lantern Festival to be relieved by the water official..."

"Anyway, I don't need money, just trust me."

The middle-aged woman was stunned, there are still temples in this world that don't need to burn incense and money? !

Looking at the sky, it was already sunset, and darkness was about to cover the earth.

"It's still important to cook."

The middle-aged woman murmured, put down the rice, and bowed to the palace not far away.

Ever since her husband got sick, the gods and bodhisattvas have asked for nothing less, and this one is not bad.

"Bless the gods, let my husband feel better."

The prayer is not sincere, but sincere, far away, in the void, a little pure milky white aura flies into the Xiayuan Festival, blends into the myth of the cave, and a drop of water makes ripples.

In the midst of nothingness, a crisp voice came: "Brother, establish a connection with Fang Duo."

"I've seen it." Luo Feng smiled, turned the magic mirror in his hand, illuminating the heavens, penetrating the myriad worlds, so a little spiritual light descended, enlightening him and me.

In Shuiyan City, in Zebei Guanzhong, they are doing fasting and offering sacrifices, praying for blessings and avoiding disasters.

Lang recites the scriptures, and the incense is faint.

"Heaven officials bless, earth officials forgive sins, and water officials relieve misfortunes. Today is the first day of the Yuan Dynasty, and I praise the emperor!"

"Zhixin Fuming Ceremony, Chendian Cave Yin, Water Mansion Xuangong, Six Divisions, Countless Gods, Generals and Immortal Officials, in charge of the affairs of rivers and lakes, Yu Tianhe Yunhan Yitian to save suffering, Tianhe Sect Master Hydrology Emperor."

"Above to solve natural disasters, to save the spirit of full karma; to help the secluded, to divide the way of humans and ghosts. To enlighten and save people, the great sage and the great mercy, the innate God of water, Tai'an Xuanming, the supreme saint, Yun Han Xuanyuan Tianzun!"

"Praise Xia Yuanjie'er Tianzun!"

"Praise Xia Yuanjie'er Tianzun!"

……

Several Taoist priests looked solemn and sincere, and held the ceremony.

Suddenly, the candlelight flickered, and a young Taoist priest dressed in a water and fire Taoist robe, his eyes became lively, and he said with a soft smile: "One obeisance and a bond, the water official will relieve the disaster."

When all the believers left, there was only one old Taoist priest, Luo Feng, and two young Taoist priests left in the Taoist audience.

"Luo Feng, what were you talking about just now?" The head of the white-haired old Taoist shouted in dissatisfaction: "The emperor of Dongyin will blame me for the impoliteness of fasting."

"The disciple knows that Tianzun has always been merciful and broad-minded, and will not care about this fault of the disciple."

Luo Feng saluted

The white-haired old Taoist shook his head, didn't say anything, just sighed.

Turning around and staring at the hall dedicated to Emperor Shuiguan Dongyin, a flash of memory flashed in his eyes.A hundred years ago, when the master and patriarch were still there, Zebei Temple was really cultivated.

"Clean up and go to Chen De Hall to settle this month's salary."

The old Taoist said slowly.

A trace of excitement flashed in the eyes of the two young Taoist priests behind him. Only the old Taoist priests in this Taoist temple grew up from a small Taoist school. The rest are professional Taoist priests who have no belief in gods in their hearts, especially the newcomer Luo Feng, who is professional in his profession.

Otherwise, I can't say that I don't need money anyway, I believe a little bit of this kind of words, and win over pilgrims.

After receiving their wages, the other two Taoist priests were elated, took off their work clothes, and went outside the Taoist temple to spend time and drink.

Only Luo Feng stayed behind.

A hint of doubt flashed in the eyes of the old Taoist priest, and he asked, "Luo Feng has something to do."

Luo Feng said with a smile: "Monastery Lord, I want to practice Taoism."

The master of the temple frowned, waved his hand and said: "Go, go, why stay in the temple for the good years, your contribution is seen in the eyes and remembered in the heart. After working here for a few years, I recommend you to go to Longhu Mountain to receive the talisman , and then go to the Daoist Association."

Luo Feng shook his head and said: "Monastery Lord, I am sincere. Just now, the fasting god entrusted me with a dream, saying that I have a predestined relationship with Dongyin, and I have a predestined relationship."

The temple master sneered: "Heavenly Venerable entrusted you with a dream, it's really nice to say, what does Tianzun look like, do you know?"

Luo Feng thought for a while, then took out a mirror from his waist, pointed at the person in the mirror and said, "That's it."

The old Taoist priest frowned, waved his whisk, and drove Luo Feng out of the room.

"Don't make trouble, Heaven respects all appearances, saves all living beings, where can you see them."

Looking at the hall enshrining the Emperor Dongyin not far away, Luo Feng shook his head and sighed: "What's the matter?"

Tell the truth this year, why no one believes it.

(End of this chapter)