the last witcher

Although the Taoist explained it to me in detail, I was still confused. It wasn't until later that I searched out a lot of ancient folk books that I discovered that the old Taoist method had been written in the book many years ago. Therefore, I lament the profoundness of Chinese culture, and learning a skill is enough to live and work, and then look at the group of children around me who have not learned Chinese before starting to learn foreign languages.

Let me just say a few more words here, when I show fate to the readers, what I am most afraid of are people who can't understand Chinese.I try my best to use common people's vernacular to explain the other party's affairs in the next few years, but the other party still can't understand, and asks the questions I have already answered over and over again, which really makes me feel like playing the piano with a cow , that is definitely a kind of sincere helplessness. At the same time, I also suggest that those parents with children do not have to learn foreign languages, because language is very unreliable. If it is not used for a long time, it is basically equivalent to eating. People, in a foreign environment where everyone speaks a foreign language, can speak the local language quite fluently in less than a year.Therefore, it is better for parents to shift the focus of education to the local culture. Don’t make it to the end. If you don’t learn English, you can only learn Chinese with half a bucket of water.

Gossip less, the sloppy old man led me back to the post office with the boy's soul in his arms.On the way, I was always worried whether the crane driver would continue to demolish the post office after recovering.But when I went to see the place, I thought too much. The whole gate of the post office was quite deserted. The original crane and driver had long since disappeared.

The old Taoist came to the mailbox, took out the yellow paper man with the boy's soul, and put it on the ground. Then the old Taoist chanted a mantra, and I vaguely saw a gray outline appearing on the yellow paper, and There is also a light pink outline next to the mailbox. It seems that the gray one is a boy, and the pink one is Xiaomei. This is really interesting, even the souls are divided into men and women by color.It was not until later that I realized that this is not the case at all. The type and depth of the color determine the karma of the dead soul. The darker the color, the greater the resentment of the dead soul. The brighter the color, the stronger the dead soul's obsession.This time it's good, resentment vs obsession, it's worth watching.

I saw these two dead souls meet, I was shocked at first, and then the two seemed to be talking about something, but unfortunately I couldn't hear it, but what surprised me was that as the conversation deepened, Xiaomei's color became lighter and lighter , but the boy's color is getting darker and darker, and finally, Xiaomei becomes almost transparent, while the boy's color is dark.

Perhaps from the moment she saw the boy, Xiaomei's obsession disappeared. After all, the Buddha said: "There are eight sufferings in life: birth, old age, illness, death, parting from love, long-term resentment, what you can't ask for, and what you can't let go." From the moment the boy was born, Xiaomei could let go of her previous obsessions and practice, so the mailbox could no longer restrain the poor soul; but the boy couldn't ask for it, so the resentment became more and more serious.

Suddenly, I remembered Tsangyang Gyatso's popular love poem. Looking at the poor pair of dead souls in front of me, I read it slowly: "It's best not to see it at all, so as not to haunt you. It's good if you don't know each other well. , it will not be so upside down. First, it is best not to meet each other, so that you can not be in love. Second, it is best not to know each other, so that you can not love each other. Third, it is best not to be with you, so that you can not owe each other. Fourth, the most If you don’t cherish each other, then you don’t remember each other. Fifth, you don’t love each other, then you don’t abandon each other. Sixth, you don’t meet each other. If you don’t meet each other, you don’t meet each other. The eighth is best not to promise each other, so that there is no continuation. The ninth is best not to depend on each other, so that you don’t have to cuddle. The tenth is best not to meet, so that you don’t get together. But if you have met before, you will know each other. When we don't see each other, Ande will say goodbye to the king, so as not to teach life and death to be lovesick."

It's a pity that Tong Hua (pen name Zhang Xiaosan)'s "Scary Step by Step" was only available in novels at that time, and there was no TV series version. Otherwise, reading this poem with the song "Three Inches of Heaven" would really have a different taste.

I don't know why I thought of this love poem at the time, but when I finished reading, the boy's body had already changed from black to transparent, accompanied by a sloppy voice of "Let's go!" It had already turned golden, and slowly drifted towards the west until it disappeared before our eyes.

Just when I was sobbing, the sloppy Taoist sighed in a low voice: "It was really dangerous just now. If this boy takes a wrong step, there will be an abyss in front of him, and he will never become a Buddha immediately. It's okay, it's okay!" The sloppy Taoist said , I was confused when I heard it, so I asked inexplicably: "Abyss? What do you mean?" The old Taoist was surprised at first, and then he said to me in relief: "Everything in the world has a definite number, and the poor Taoist will bring you out this time. , the original intention was to help you broaden their horizons, but I didn’t want you to help them in the end. It’s really unpredictable, and good luck tricks people, haha..." After finishing speaking, he picked up the yellow paper figurine on the ground without asking me if I understood. After tucking it into his arms, he turned and left.

It was a long time later that I realized how dangerous it was. If the boy at that time broke up Xiaomei's soul in a fit of anger, then facing him would be an endless road to hell, and years of resentment would also lead to death. This boy lost his mind, and there was only me and the dead bull-nosed old man present at the time. He would definitely vent his full of grievances on us, and it would be a fierce battle.But one of my love poems made this angry boy calm down, reflect on the past, and finally understand the eight hardships of Buddhism, and the resentment over the years disappeared, so he and Xiaomei were able to stand on the same ground Become a Buddha.Could it be that this is the legendary "inadvertently planting a willow into a willow"?

On the way back to the fourth aunt's house, I received another call from Brother Cao, saying that he had already arrived at the fourth aunt's house, and asked me to go back early and discuss something.I sighed that this brother is really simple and honest to the extreme. After all, he makes a living by driving night shift taxis. There are old and young in his family, and he needs this income to support his family. But because of a phone call from me, he drove for more than two hours. Come here, I'm really sorry.But when I thought about the words of the sloppy Taoist "the son of the old man", I felt that there must be something hidden in it. After letting go, I followed the sloppy old Taoist to the fourth aunt's house with the mentality of watching the fun.

to be continued