Ask for a corpse!

Xuan Wei and the others who were watching all jumped out of their minds with such a word.

Apparently, the couple's relatives drowned in the Yangtze River, and the boatman took the opportunity to ask for a sky-high price on the pretext of recovering the body.

"Supreme Heavenly Venerable, this person is inevitably too much!" Ming Ye sighed angrily.

The juniors of Lingchan Temple nodded in agreement, calling out their sins.

There is a saying rooted in the morality of the Chinese people, that is, "the dead are great", and it is really immoral to use the dead to blackmail like the boatman.

"Amitabha! The world is so cold, and people's hearts are so cold!" Pu Ji sighed abruptly, ready to step forward to help retrieve the corpse.

Xuan Wei saw Puji's thoughts, and he didn't oppose Puji's good deeds, but he didn't approve of them all.

Precisely, Xuan Wei once again saw the limitations of Mahayana Buddhism practiced by Puji.

Doing good deeds, crossing the world, and always taking compassion as the cherish, this is indeed worthy of admiration, and Xuan Wei thinks that he admires Puji very much.

But there is an exhaustion of manpower, how many monks like Puji can there be in the world?

Being able to help a person is a person, and being able to save a person is a person, this may be called a pragmatic practice method, but objectively analyzed, looking at the individual at the whole with a huge base is no less than throwing a pebble into the sea, how big a wave can it be expected to set off?

To put it mildly, Mahayana Buddhism is a bit idealistic, and it values the process more than the result.

This concept is more or less in conflict with the Taoist thought in Xuanwei's heart, in Xuanwei's view, everything has its own rules, and this is the Tao.

It's like the boatman asking for a corpse, which is mixed with many reasons.

It is indeed immoral for the boatman to ask for a price for the corpse, but can you say that he broke the law? Although he has threatened and extorted money, it does not constitute the crime of extortion under the criminal law.

Besides, it takes time and effort to recover the corpse, and sometimes it even requires the corpse collector to take a certain amount of risk, and even suffer from the colored eyes of the public, so as long as the lion does not open his mouth, it is understandable to charge a little hardship.

The root cause of the problem lies in the lack of public services.

There are no clear relevant laws or regulations in China, and there is no specific department to deal with the work of recovering corpses, even if some departments do have the ability to help recover corpses, they can still excuse themselves on the grounds that they are not within the scope of their service authority.

It is true that many professional corpse excavators are quite conscientious when negotiating the asking price, and the Civil Affairs Bureau will also give a certain amount of subsidies accordingly, but the chaos and disorder of the general environment are there, and it is too weak to rely on moral constraints alone.

Go back a little further, where did the profession of corpse digger come from? If there are not so many corpses, then what is the use of fishing?

The suicides, the victims and the corpses of the animals, and even the dead of livestock, the rivers that used to nurture life and culture have now become morgues and garbage dumps!

The saddest part is that people now seem to be accustomed to paying attention to how these bodies are disposed of, but rarely thinking about how they came to be.

"Inaction is not inaction, neither fighting nor compromise, following the rules of heaven and acting in accordance with the Tao, this is the law of my Daomen! Those who do what the poor Tao wants are not just helping to fish for a corpse!"

Xuanwei's eyes are clear and clear, and there seems to be a rhyme flowing around his body, but when he is contemplating, his Dao heart has improved.

……

After asking the couple about the specific characteristics of the deceased, Puji walked straight to the river.

"Where did you come from, mad monk, are you stupid in chanting scriptures? Without a boat or diving equipment, how can you go into the water to retrieve a corpse? Don't get a corpse when you don't get it, and you will be turned into a corpse! Why don't I give you a discount and charge you 10,000 yuan?" The boatman who had been disturbed with the yellow business sneered rather unhappily.

When the couple heard this, they regretted it in their hearts, for fear that they would implicate Puji's life, so they immediately dissuaded Puji with concern.

"Amitabha! The poor monk has his own way, and the two donors don't need to worry too much!" Pu Ji said without joy or sorrow, but there was an extra reed branch broken from the shore in his hand.

In the next second, Puji raised his hand and threw the reed branch to the surface of the river, and then the whole person rose into the air, standing firmly on the floating reed branch.

The reed branches carried Puji forward slowly, and the river breeze blew the monk's robe on Puji's body swaying slightly, and the picture was full of Zen.

"Crossing the river with a reed! This is really crossing the river with a reed!" Tomorrow night's eyes widened, for fear of missing any details.

Several monks of Lingchan Temple couldn't close their mouths, and their faces were full of yearning.

The monk still reacted like this, not to mention a few mortals on the shore, the couple only thought that Puji was the Buddha's rescue from the earth, and knelt on the ground and kowtowed excitedly, while the boatman who had just squeezed Puji had a look of panic.

After a few minutes, Puji, who was already more than a few hundred meters away from the shore, suddenly leaned down and raised his hand into the river.

With a splash, Puji jerked a corpse out of the water.

The body was slightly swollen after being immersed in the water, but at least it was possible to identify the deceased as a teenager under the age of twenty.

The clothes on the deceased were exactly the same color as described by the couple, presumably their children.

After Puji fished out the corpse, he pushed behind him with his backhand, and the whole person with the reeds under his feet turned back to the shore like an arrow from the string.

When there were only more than ten meters left from the shore, Pu Ji used a little force under his feet, and the person floated up, and finally landed firmly on the ground on the shore.

"Amitabha, the children of the two donors, the poor monk has already brought them back!" Gently putting the body down, Puji said in a long voice.

When the couple saw their son's body, they burst into tears, staggered over, and hugged him tightly in their arms.

"My son, why are you so stupid, how can I live with your father when you die?" the woman cried aloud, her hands clasping her dead son's head.

"Xiaohao, it's useless Dad! If Dad can make money to treat you, how could you think of such an extreme approach?" The man grabbed the ground with self-reproach, and the chagrin and remorse in his words even the shipwreck who didn't get in the oil and salt before couldn't stand a sigh.

Listening to the couple's cries, everyone learned that their son was terminally ill, and the high cost of treatment had depleted the family's savings, not to mention that the couple was in debt.

The depressed son did not want to continue to drag his parents down, so he came to the river alone and committed suicide.

By the time the couple saw the suicide note left by their son, it was already too late!

It can be said that this is a tragedy that sounds ordinary, but in fact it is full of too many helplessness and sadness in life.

"If this layman knew that after he committed suicide by throwing himself into the river, his parents were still trying their best to piece together the money for the corpse, would he regret it?" Ming Ye sighed in a low voice.

If you think about it, it's too ironic and too sad!