The couple held their son's body and wept for a long time, until finally their voices were completely hoarse and no tears came out of their eyes.

With intermittent whimpering, the couple slowly lowered their cold bodies and kowtowed to Puji.

Looking at the injured body and sad spirit, as if suddenly the couple who were much older supported their weak bodies, kowtowing again and again, everyone couldn't bear to feel compassion, and sighed and turned sideways.

"Amitabha! The poor monk has received the great gift of the next two donors, please get up!" Pu Ji endured a few rings from the husband and wife, leaned down and stretched out his hand to help the two of them up.

Puji didn't come to the aid of the couple in return, but in this case, if they didn't accept the only way they could think of gratitude, they would feel uncomfortable.

"All kinds of things in the world are fateful laws!Tomorrow night, Qinglian, the two of you will do a Dharma for this layman, and surpass the early reincarnation of his lonely soul!" Xuan Wei turned to the two disciples and said.

Mingye and Qinglian nodded their heads and prepared to do what they needed.

"Thank you, Daoist, thank you, two little masters!" The couple supported each other and bowed to Master and Apprentice Xuanwei again.

The death of their son has become a fact, and the couple's luxury now is to send him on his last journey, hoping that he will no longer suffer below!

According to the folk superstition, anyone who commits suicide will be punished after death, and it is difficult to reincarnate as soon as possible.

Especially after seeing Puji's supernatural powers before, and the Xuanwei masters and apprentices along the way, they are also capable cultivators, and they are doing things, and the couple is somewhat relieved.

Xuan Wei hesitated for a moment, then pulled out two pieces of rune paper from his sleeve.

"This is the soul talisman painted by the poor road, the two laymen can be placed under the pillow, and on the day of the seventh day of the first seven days of Linglang, they will return to the soul and dream in the two places. Xuanwei folded the rune paper into a triangle and handed it to the couple respectively.

Hearing Xuan Wei's words, the couple trembled their hands and took the rune paper as a treasure.

For the two of them at this moment, the meaning of this soul talisman is more precious than any money and possessions, and they are even willing to exchange their lives for it!

"Supreme Heavenly Venerable! Yin and Yang will eventually be different, after the two of you say goodbye to Ling Lang, let him leave with peace of mind!" Xuan Wei said in a long voice.

"Great kindness, there is no way to repay it, in the next life, we and my wife will definitely tie the grass to repay your kindness!" the man said with a deep breath and red eyes.

Xuan Wei shook his head lightly and said in a low voice: "The layman is obsessed, and Poor Dao and the others are just doing it casually." ”

Maybe Xuanwei and they just helped the couple casually, but for the couple, it was like a mountain.

If it weren't for Puji's intervention, they might not have scraped together enough money to get the corpses, and their son didn't know how long he would have to soak in the rolling Yangtze River.

If there is no Tomorrow Night and Qinglian to do things excessively, the son of the couple who committed suicide will either turn their resentment into a ghost, or wander into a wandering spirit and gradually dissipate.

If there was no Xuanwei to give the soul talisman, the two of them were afraid that they would not even have a chance to say goodbye to their son at the end.

……

The sun is thinning, and the sky is getting darker.

After doing the rituals, the group watched the couple leave with their bodies, and then got on the boat to cross the river.

The boatman Xu was a little worried about Puji's magical powers, but he didn't open his mouth, and casually shouted a normal price and took everyone across the river.

Standing on top of the cabin and watching the afterglow of the sunset stain the ripples on both sides is a little inexplicably miserable.

How many corpses are drowned under the rolling Yangtze River, and how much sin and despair are sunk?

"Master, the disciple has a question!" Ming Ye looked a little depressed, and bowed to Xuan Wei.

Since leaving the Heaven and Earth Temple, the experience along the way was no less than a baptism for the young Ming Ye, causing his Dao heart to transform rapidly.

"But it doesn't hurt to ask, the cultivators of my generation are the most jealous and depressed. Xuan replied softly, patiently listening to the troubles of this usually well-behaved disciple.

Mingye organized his language a little and said, "Master, do you say that the layman who is looking for a short term is filial piety?"

Xuan Wei immediately understood the entanglement of Ming Ye, and immediately asked, "What do you think?"

First of all, the disciple thought that the layman had failed to support his parents, but instead let his parents work for them, and even sent the white-haired man to the black-haired person, and from this point of view, he was undoubtedly unfilial. However, he was seriously ill and may have died soon. He felt that his parents had sacrificed too much for him, and decided to commit suicide so as not to continue to drag his parents down, and from this point of view, he seemed to have filial piety. Tomorrow night truthfully expressed his opinion.

The rest of the cabin also looked at Xuanwei, expecting how he would answer tomorrow night's question.

"Tomorrow night, as a teacher, to summarize a little, do you think that layman has filial piety in his heart, but he has not been in the form, and he has not expressed filial piety in practice?" Xuan Wei said unhurriedly.

"The disciple doesn't know if this can still be called filial piety, and I ask the master to solve your doubts. Ming Ye nodded.

Xuanwei pondered for a while, then replied with a smile: "Tomorrow night, I'll tell you a story for the teacher first." ”

After speaking, Xuan Wei began to tell the story.

"There was an old man who made a lot of money in business when he was young and accumulated a lot of wealth in his old age. His wife died early, leaving behind three children, but the children all grew up and went abroad to be busy with their careers and lives. Fortunately, there was a young nanny by the old man's side to follow him and take care of him. Many people around the old man said that the little nanny didn't care about her own family and stayed with the old man all day long, she must be greedy for his money. The old man's children also often called and told their father to be careful and not to be deceived by the little nanny. The old man responded every time, saying that he knew what he knew. ”

Xuanwei's narration was as plain as ever, but everyone listened quite attentively.

"One day, the old man died, and all three children rushed back from abroad. After the lawyer read out the will, the three of them changed their faces, because the old man gave most of his inheritance to the little nanny!"

Speaking of this, Xuan Wei paused slightly, and asked rhetorically: "Tomorrow night, why do you think it is? Could it be that the old man was old and confused before he died?"

Mingye shook his head, a thoughtful look on his face.

The old man's will finally stated the reason, and he knew that the little nanny took care of him so dutifully, and there was some possibility that she was greedy for money. However, in his old age, it was the little nanny who really served by his side! Even if the three children loved him as a father, saying it on their lips and hanging it in their hearts, but they couldn't reach out and didn't show any actual expression, then true love became fake love! On the contrary, even if the little nanny's love for him was fake, and he didn't complain at all for so many years, it would be no different from the real one!" After Xuanwei's story was finished, he patted Ming Ye's head lightly, and then said nothing more.

Tomorrow night wrinkled his eyebrows, pondered for a long time, and suddenly he smiled and said, "Thank you, master, disciple understands!"

Xuan Wei bowed his head slightly with satisfaction, and then admonished earnestly: "Tomorrow night, you will remember one sentence: If you are not filial, you will not enter the Tao, and if you are ruthless, you will not cultivate the Fa!"