A few days have passed in a blink of an eye, and the Lantern Festival is coming soon.

On the morning of the fourteenth day of the first lunar month, Zhang Daoran took Zhang Yifang and walked on the street of the county seat. Because Fang Tong proposed that he should go home for the Lantern Festival, Zhang Daoran had the idea of coming to the county seat to visit.

"Teacher, let's buy some Lantern Festival......"

Lantern Festival is sold in supermarkets, and it is also sold everywhere on the street. Zhang Daoran and Zhang Yifang had just come to the county seat, and before they went to the supermarket, they saw a lot of Lantern Festival stalls full of people. Zhang Fangfang saw the Lantern Festival for the first time after he woke up, and he was very moved.

Zhang Daoran nodded, and Zhang Fang leaned over.

After a while, Zhang Yifang was carrying a white plastic bag containing two or three catties of Lantern Festival.

Zhang Daoran took the Lantern Festival from Zhang Fangfang's hand, and took advantage of no one's attention to it to put it into the gray space.

It was not the first time that Zhang Fangfang had seen Zhang Daoran have such a magical ability, although he was curious about how Zhang Daoran did it, he didn't dare to ask in the end.

I bought a lot of things one after another, especially the yellow table paper for drawing symbols, brushes, rice paper, incense candles, and so on. Secondly, he also bought some snacks, Zhang Daoran went to the pet store and bought a lot of dog food.

When it comes to eating, the old wolf prefers dog food. If there are bones and dog food together, the old wolf will pick the dog food clean and eat it, and the bones will be eaten last.

There is also Dalong, who also eats dog food, which makes Zhang Daoran a little helpless.

After buying all the things that needed to be bought, Zhang Daoran wanted to go back, but Zhang Yifang walked towards a singer who was singing. The streets were full of people, and there were few who could stop and listen to the singing of wandering singers, and few who were willing to give money.

After all, Sihu County is a small county town, not as good as a big city, and there is no opportunity for wandering singers to display their talents.

The wandering singer is not young, about forty years old. Dressed in a leather jacket with some splits, washed white jeans underneath, sneakers, and a gentleman's hat on his head. Wearing a pair of sunglasses, playing the guitar hard, his throat is a little hoarse, and his singing tone is a little weird, similar to rock 'n' roll.

Zhang Daoran didn't come closer, his eyes stayed on the wandering singer for a few seconds, and his eyes fell on the wandering singer, sitting on the suitcase, a child's body. The child is not very old, but only five or six years old. A pair of eyes are very smart, looking around.

The wandering singer turned around and looked behind him from time to time, under the cover of sunglasses, Zhang Daoran could still see the trace of pampering in the eyes of the wandering singer when he looked at the child, and the smile and satisfaction on his face.

The children's clothes were old and ill-fitting, and their little faces were red from the cold.

Zhang Yifang didn't pay much attention to the wandering singer, and paid attention to this child. After standing for about ten seconds, he took out a fifty yuan bill from his cuff, put it in the box in front of the wandering singer, and turned to leave.

Seeing the largest bill in the box, the wandering singer paused. Silently put away the box, carried the guitar, and left here with the child.

Zhang Daoran had a smile on his face, Zhang Yifang may have given the money because of his previous experience, seeing that child, and the influence of kindness in his heart.

Zhang Yifang lowered his head and followed behind Zhang Daoran, and found that Zhang Daoran was not dissatisfied with what happened just now, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

After strolling around the street for a while, Zhang Daoran gradually felt bored, feeling that he was out of place with the bustle of the streets here, and he didn't have the heart to go shopping again. Walking towards the station with Zhang Yixiang, it was already afternoon at this time, and it was time to go back.

The county station, in the east of the county, is close to the commercial street, not far from here. Walking and walking, Zhang Daoran suddenly stopped. Zhang Fang also stopped and looked not far from them, the wandering singer just now took a child and gave a chicken leg to a homeless man.

"Father..."The child took the corner of the wandering singer's clothes, raised his little red face and asked, "Why is this uncle wandering? Why are there so many people here, and no one helps him? Although we are also wandering, there are still many kind people to help us." ”

As the wandering singer walked, he stretched out a hand to touch the child's head, and found Zhang Daoran and Zhang Yifang who were following behind, and said with a smile: "People's hearts are good and evil, and they can't be judged by whether they help others or not." Perhaps the person who often helps others is a thief and a hooligan. It is also possible that someone who has not helped others is a kind person. We just need to be ourselves and accumulate blessings now, and we can benefit our children and grandchildren. ”

"Then, isn't that uncle what my father often says, his father didn't do good things, and he did too many evil things before he would be retributed on him?"

The child seemed to understand or not, and asked very innocently.

thought that the wandering singer would have that remark when he saw the two Taoist priests, but now Zhang Daoran found that the wandering singer's way of educating children is completely different.

"Almost......"

The wandering singer touched the child's head and stopped talking, but the child still asked: "Is this also the reason why Dad often helps others and does good deeds, and is afraid that I will become a homeless man like that uncle in the future?"

The wandering singer was slightly stunned, Zhang Daoran was slightly stunned, the whole body was a little numb, and an indescribable feeling spread all over the body.

"We Chinese often say that eight lifetimes of virtue are accumulated in exchange for the safety of our children and grandchildren. Therefore, if you do more good deeds, you will be blessed by your descendants. If you do evil, you will bring harm to your offspring...... In this world, my father should bear all kinds of good and evil retribution... Let you lose your mother, maybe it's a big evil thing that your father has done in his life. ”

Zhang Daoran walked forward numbly, and there seemed to be a flash of lightning in his mind, roaring.

"The predecessors accumulate virtue, and the descendants accumulate blessings. The former are evil, and the future suffers. Good and evil are inflicted on me in this world, leaving no future generations behind......"

In the past and present lives, the cultures of the two worlds are not much different, but the interpretation of the burden is completely different from the previous life. Zhang Daoran also checked what the burden was on the Internet, but in the end there was no result.

A few words from the wandering singer just now reminded Zhang Daoran of the explanation he had read in his previous life about the burden. Recalling what I have done since I became a monk, I found that I had a wrong understanding of the word "burden".

"A few overheard words actually gave Poor Dao some insight......

Zhang Daoran clasped his hands into fists and bowed deeply to the father and son.

Groping alone, no one has confirmed the path of cultivation with himself, these few words solve many doubts in Zhang Daoran's heart.

Zhang Fang was stunned: "Teacher......"

At this moment, Zhang Fang obviously felt a hint of relaxation on the teacher's face, a hint of relief. Zhang Fang was a little puzzled, why didn't he feel it when he heard the same words?

Zhang Daoran said with a smile: "There was a teacher of words in ancient times, and today Poor Dao has benefited a lot and gained a lot of insights. ”

This father and son seem to be going to the station to take the train, Zhang Daoran met this father and son again outside the station waiting hall: "Xiao Yan, dad has no money to take the car, tonight, I am afraid that we will sleep on the street again." ”

"Oh..."The child named Xiaoyan was a little ignorant: "It's okay, Dad said that when Dad becomes a big star, he will take me to live in a five-star hotel." Daddy, are you going to be a big star?"

"Yes, little layman, your dad will become a big star. ”