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Mrs. Yang sat on the kang and said:

"Let her in, the child is the flesh of the mother's body, let her see it. ”

I don't know why, Mrs. Yang suddenly had a convincing force, and my dad put my mom in.

"Fugui his daughter-in-law, a dead horse is a live horse doctor, let me see the old woman first, how about you take it away if you don't see it?"

Although my whole body was frozen and I couldn't speak, my eyes could still move, and I looked at my mother with pleading in my eyes. It may be that my pitiful appearance made my mother soften, she turned her head and motioned to Mrs. Yang to do it, and my father and uncle breathed a sigh of relief.

You must know that there is also a special need to see external diseases, and people who don't believe in evil don't show it, and they are really afraid that Mrs. Yang will leave it alone.

Mrs. Yang shivered and felt out a small broken bowl on the kang, and took out a handful of beans from the blanket on her body, and I saw that there were glutinous rice and black beans in it with my peripheral vision, and I didn't know anything else.

Mrs. Yang put the beans in a small broken bowl, and asked my father to find him half a bowl of wine, and then held the broken bowl and muttered for a long time, and finally drew a match to light the wine in the bowl, and the room was suddenly filled with the fragrance of grains and wine. Mrs. Yang was not afraid of being hot, she put her hand into the bowl and stirred it for a long time, and then pinched my earlobes and soles of my feet with her hands full of alcohol, and then broke my mouth, I felt that the pressure on my mouth was suddenly gone, and I could speak.

"Mom and Dad, I'm worried about you. ”

When my mother heard that I could speak, she didn't know that it was the credit of Mrs. Yang, so she hurriedly threw herself beside me and cried, but as soon as she touched me, she was still cold, so she asked Mrs. Yang what was going on.

"Bitter baby, why did you swallow all this breath?"

I hurriedly asked Mrs. Yang:

"Granny Yang, what will happen if you swallow all this breath?"

Mrs. Yang sighed:

"Alas, this breath is the dirtiest and most poisonous thing that people accumulate in their lives, that is, if you accidentally stick to your clothes, you will have a serious illness, and you can't recover if you are pounced on your face for a year or two, like you eat directly into your stomach, I haven't seen it in such a long life......"

Mrs. Yang's words seemed to sentence me to death, my father began to sigh, and my mother was already crying and fainting.

I hurriedly comforted my mother and said:

"Mom, don't cry, son, I'm a good man again in eighteen years!"

My words made Mrs. Yang smile bitterly:

"Little doll, I didn't say you were going to die, why did you say that frustrating thing?"

When I heard that I could still live, my mother reacted faster than me, and hurriedly said:

"Aunt Yang, as long as you can save Xiaoliu, I will give you as much as you want!"

My dad owned a restaurant in the city, and my family still had some savings over the years.

Mrs. Yang waved her hand and said:

"I don't need money, what kind of friendship do I have with Old Man Chang, Xiaoliu is just like my own grandson. Originally, I didn't care if I swallowed a mouthful of bad breath, but it was the bad breath of Old Man Chang...... Old man Chang's tone is not ordinary, and if he dies, he will harm his children and grandchildren, this disaster is not easy to pick!"

My dad was busy:

"Aunt Yang, no matter what, please try it for my father's sake, I'm just a baby bump, if he has three long and two short, I won't be able to live with my mother!"

Mrs. Yang nodded, but she was still a little reluctant. He asked my dad to find a rooster to put on the kang, and the big rooster flicked his tail and pecked me in the face.

Mrs. Yang touched it in her arms, as if she was picking out the old mud on her body, and she touched it for five minutes, and then she didn't know which layer of cotton wool in her clothes she had found a needle.

That's right, it's a needle that doesn't slip away and is as thin as a cow's hair.

Mrs. Yang casually threw the needle into the bowl where the beans and wine were still burning, and then closed her eyes and stopped talking. But looking at her heaving chest and biting her lips, she was obviously secretly lucky.

My parents didn't dare to disturb her, only I couldn't help the chill on my body and moaned softly.

The wine in the bowl burned little by little, and slowly it was almost dry.

Finally, before the wine was about to burn dry, Mrs. Yang moved, she scooped all the contents of the wine bowl in her hands, opened my shirt, and pasted all the beans that had been boiled by the wine on my navel.

I suddenly felt extremely comfortable, as if my body that had fallen into an ice cave finally had a trace of warmth.

Mrs. Yang pulled out her hand, and she had the black needle in her hand. She grabbed the with her left hand and pricked the comb with a needle, and the cried in pain, and then she poked the needle in the center of my eyebrow, gritting her teeth and gathering strength, as if she was picking something out.

But I didn't even feel the needle in my eyebrow, and the only thing I felt was the warmth of my belly button, which was still fading.

At this time, Mrs. Yang seemed to hold all the strength of her whole body to the needle, she supported the kang with her left hand, pinched the needle with her right hand, and picked it hard, holding it so hard that her face was red and her neck was thick, but the needle did not move at all, and even the oily skin on my head was not punctured.

My parents held their breath and watched intently, and they both saw that this was strange, especially my mother, who was scared into a cold sweat.

But no matter how old woman Yang exerts her strength, the black needle seems to have encountered a big obstacle, but it can't be provoked.

Finally, when I felt the warmth on my belly button all reced, the needle in Mrs. Yang's hand rattled and broke into two.

"Help the child sit up, and I'll go and light the incense. ”

Mrs. Yang went down to the kang and opened the cloth on the top of a cabinet, which turned out to be a Buddha shrine, and there was only one Buddha statue in it - the Great Compassion Guanyin Bodhisattva. Mrs. Yang picked up a stick of Buddha incense from the offering table, lit it and inserted it in the incense burner, and recited in her mouth:

"Guanyin Bodhisattva is above, there are good men who often flow bad luck into the body, in danger, thanks to the great compassion Guanyin Bodhisattva's divine power and virtue, super out of the sea of suffering, good men will report the fourfold grace, the three ways of suffering, no Guanyin Bodhisattva in the south. ”

After speaking, Mrs. Yang took me to the statue of Guanyin and knelt down and said:

"Flow doll, kowtow to the Bodhisattva three times. ”

I listened to her words and was kowtowed by my father, but before my head was lowered, the Buddha incense magically extinguished itself.

Old woman Yang frowned and said:

"It seems that the flow doll has nothing to do with the Buddha, and he goes to your house on the shelf, and there are three clear statues of the old man. ”

So I was carried back to the house, because my grandfather was dead, and the mourning hall had been set up in the house, and my grandfather's portrait was surrounded by wreaths, as if he was still smiling at us.

But Mrs. Yang came to grandpa's mourning hall and snorted, her face was very bad, but she still put a stick of incense on grandpa, and then took me straight to grandpa's hall.

It is said that grandpa was a fire Taoist priest in his early years, and later became Mr. Yin and Yang, and there is a Taoist hall at home, and every fifteenth day of the new year, grandpa has to enter the incense and bow, but he never let me worship.

Grandpa offered the Sanqing tablet, but Mrs. Yang didn't care about that, gave three sticks of incense, and asked me to kneel there and mutter:

"The patriarch of the Sanqing Dynasty is above, and there are disciples who often flow bad luck into the body, and they are in danger, and they hope that the patriarch will protect them. "I didn't say a lot of words this time, just a few sentences, I think the path of the Sanqing Patriarch is different from that of Guanyin Bodhisattva.

But this time it didn't catch up, the three divine incense gaba sounded, and it was directly broken, and everyone was stupid.

Mrs. Yang frowned and asked:

"Eldest nephew, what's your family's birthday?"

My dad hastened to say:

"On the tenth day of September, born in the Year of the Monkey. ”

Mrs. Yang finished counting my eight characters, and her face drooped:

"No wonder...... This child is mortal. ”

Ordinary life, which sounds ordinary, is actually a life that is even rarer than the previous life.

According to Mrs. Yang, everything in the world has a Buddha and a fairy fate, and you can reach the realm of immortal Buddha through practice. There is only one kind of person who does not have it, and that is the mortal man. The six realms of reincarnation, sentient beings reincarnate between merit and retribution, enjoying the merits of the previous life and creating the evil dharma of the next life, which will never stop, but it is precisely because of this that mortals can form a relationship with the gods and Buddhas.

But there is a kind of people who are different, they have gone through countless reincarnations, and their merits and blessings and retribution for their wrongs have been consumed and repaid, so they are not stained with cause and effect, and they are pure souls, but because they have no merit and no sin, they cannot transcend into the heavenly path and will not fall into the evil ghost path, so they can only return to humanity and continue to practice, which is the so-called ordinary life.

Even gods and Buddhas will not taint ordinary people, because this will produce unnecessary cause and effect.

"Because there is no cause and effect method, even the gods and Buddhas will not save ordinary people, so let's take Xiaoliu to find a monk and a high way to seek liberation, but it's too late, Xiaoliu may not last three days......"

Mrs. Yang looked sad and sighed, it was only at this time that I learned the reason why my grandfather didn't let me worship God since I was a child, because it was useless to worship.

My parents couldn't stop crying.

At this moment, Mrs. Yang suddenly found that the three incense sticks were broken in the Sanqing incense burner, although the leftmost pillar was broken, but the cigarette had not been extinguished, and the incense thread floated through the hall and was drilling into the kang hole.

Mrs. Yang's eyes lit up, and she patted her thigh and said:

"Don't cry, baby, there is still a door, put incense hall!"