Great Sui Storyteller

Chapter 30
Mrs. Zheng's house is still some distance away from Cripple Wu's headquarters.

The two of them passed through two continents and passed through three gates, before arriving at the gate of a small courtyard that looked a little dilapidated.

There was a lock on the door.

There was no one at first glance.

Li Zhen turned to Wu Zizi and asked:

"Where is Granny Zheng's body...?"

"Where else can it be, in the house. People from the yamen brought it over yesterday."

Wu Laizi said casually, looked around, and pointed to the door of a resident with some protection from the rain:
"Let's go, wait there."

"...you go, I'll dig in. Sigh."

Sighing, he handed the umbrella to Cripple Wu.

Naturally, Cripple Wu couldn't accompany him over the wall.

He couldn't turn over either, so he nodded:
"Okay, then I'll wait here for the cubs to come back... If you're scared, remember to call me."

"..."

The corner of Li Zhen's mouth twitched...

In fact, he is not afraid.

After guarding the spirit of the first seven for the master, as a Taoist priest, his mentality is a little different.

Faced with this kind of birth, old age, illness and death that he had avoided in his previous life, instead of waiting outside, he would rather go inside to chant scriptures for the suffering old lady Zheng.

Among other things, he memorized the "Taishang Cave Mysterious Spirit Treasure Sutra for Rescuing Suffering" by heart.

So he shook his head, jumped up, and turned over the not-so-high earthen wall.

"...??"

Cripple Wu was taken aback...

Light work?

This bull-nosed man knows martial arts! ?

……

The courtyard was muddy because of the rain.

Li Zhen subconsciously raised her waist.

There is no way, he still has a fan worth a few hundred cash in his arms.

Then I walked into the only adobe house in the yard that could live in people.

open the door.

Sure enough, a crooked dead body was parked at the main entrance.

The dead body covered its face with a white cloth and was missing a hand.

No need to ask, it must be Granny Zheng.

At the same time, under the bed where the corpse rested, there was also a pottery basin, which contained some burnt millet stalks.

There is no such thing as paper money in this era.

Paper is too expensive.

"Book of Rites · Li Yun" said: "At the beginning of the husband's ceremony, all kinds of food and drink began. He burnt millet and dolphin, polluted his respect and hugged him to drink, and he was swollen with earthen drums, which can still pay respect to ghosts and gods."It means that the sacrificial ceremony originated from offering food to the gods. As long as you burn millet and use pork for the gods to eat, dig a hole in the ground as a water pot and offer water to the gods with your hands, and beat the earthen drum for fun, you can bring people's spirits to life. Prayers and respect are conveyed to ghosts and gods.

So all the millet stalks are burned.

There are not many poles.

After all, unless this thing is left on purpose, it can only be bought in coffin shops or paper making shops.

money.

The smell in the room is not good either, and I don't know if it's the dead body or something moldy over the years... In short, there is a rotten smell.

Li Zhen sighed.

"Ugh……"

Look around.

Found a tattered futon.

Presumably this is used by Grandma Zheng when she worships gods on weekdays.

Just under the altar.

On the table are her wife, son, and a simple clay sculpture of Laojun.

Palm-sized, covered with dust.

Apart from these, the whole house is full of tatters.

Nothing at all.

Not to mention coffins.

Granny Zheng, she must be kind to him.

After all, when she heard that her master had peed her pants when she died, she took out the neatest set of clean clothes left by her wife and changed into them without saying a word.

now……

Recalling the half of the pancake the day before yesterday... Li Zhen suddenly felt a kind of helplessness and sadness of the impermanence of the world.

Taking the futon to the side of the corpse of Mrs. Zheng, who couldn't lie flat because of her hunchback, Li Zhen filled a basin of clean water with a wooden basin, cleaned her hands, and sat on the futon. hand.

The hands are cold and stiff.

At this moment, with a solemn face, he pinched his fingers with his right hand and recited in a low voice:
"At that time, the God of Rescue Suffering filled the worlds of the ten directions. He often used his mighty power to rescue all beings, and they were free from lost paths. All beings were unaware, like blindly seeing the sun and the moon."

"I am too ignorant, and I have no bounds. Qingyun opens the door of life, and the auspicious smoke stuffs the dead. At the beginning of Xuanyuanshi, I feel the sense of Xiangxiang. Save all sins and save all misfortunes. Naturally clear. All bear the power of the Dao to subdue all demons."

"He Zhuozhuo in the sky is called Niwan Immortal. Ziyun covers Huang Lao, and he is called the Lord of the Three Treasures. He will also go to the sky to control the soul of the nine heavens. Save the wonderful gods who are suffering, and are good at seeing when they are saving suffering. There is no division in the sky, and the weather Returning to one body. They are all natural persons, so they naturally have different bodies..."

"Taishang Cave Mysterious Spirit Treasure Sutra for Rescuing Suffering" was slowly recited from his mouth.

again and again.

And when the fifth recitation was over, he heard the movement outside:
"Ox-nosed! The girl from the Zheng family is back!"

Li Zhen didn't say a word, and started the sixth time.

Soon, Wu Laizi and a thin figure appeared at the door of the room.

The other children did not dare to follow.

After all, it is a dead person... The children are also afraid.

The thin little girl still had a grass sign stuck in the back of her neck, and when she saw Li Zhen who was holding her grandma's hand, she cried out in a low voice.

Normally, when Li Zhen saw this little girl who was at most less than 10 years old, she would definitely ask Wu Lizi, "How do you know she looks good?"

After all... This yellow and thin appearance really doesn't match the word "beauty".

But now he didn't, he just recited the "Taishang Dongxuan Lingbao Sutra of Rescuing Suffering" over and over again.

After reading it a full nine times, it stopped.

Finally chant:

"Tianzun preached the scriptures and taught them, leading them to the floating life. Diligently practice learning and doing nothing, and realize the true way. You will be self-contained. You will not be confused or desolate, and you will have no name if you are not self-sufficient. Recite sinful and blessed sentences, and your heart will be clean. At that time, the flying god king and all the immortals Everyone said it was the end of the praise, Jishou Tianzun, and resigned. A filial son will not suffer... Leave it to the posthumous affairs. Fusheng, Wuliang Tianzun..."

After speaking, he bowed to the corpse.

After the ceremony, let go.

He looked at the little girl who was kneeling on the ground bang bang bang kowtow to him, and directly helped her up.

Without saying anything else, he asked directly:
"Where are grandfather and father buried, do you know?"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

Seeing the little girl sobbing and nodding, Li Zhen sighed again.

Then he touched his hands in his arms.

A long string of copper coins was pulled out.

He was taken aback by Cripple Wu.

Li Zhen began to count one by one, and finally counted 170 coins, and handed the ten coins to Wu Zizi.

"..."

Cripple Wu seemed to understand Li Zhen's meaning, looked at the copper coin handed to him... nodded, and took it.

Then, there is the remaining 160 Wen.

After receiving both money, he turned his head and said:

"I'll let the cubs bring the millet stalks first."

After speaking, he limped away on crutches.

And Li Zhen took off the straw sign on the girl's back.

"Okay, don't cry anymore, your grandma will go away peacefully with Poor Dao here."

He spoke to the girl in the gentlest voice.

(End of this chapter)