I want to contain my heart, and I want to let my emotions and thoughts pour out for thousands of miles. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info White Lotus has insomnia again.

If you want to take refuge in the Buddha, you must be undisturbed and undisturbed, but being in the red dust is indeed more difficult than ascending to the sky!

Bai Lian had no choice but to turn on the lights and get up and dress. Instead of thinking about it over and over again, it is better to simply get up and worship the Buddha and silently chant sutras and mantras.

This chanting mantra suddenly entered a calm, and the white lotus felt that she no longer existed, as if she had merged into the vast void, and at this time it was midnight, and the earth was silent, which added to the atmosphere of this nothingness.

Between breaths, it's empty.

There is nothing outside the mind and nothing outside the mind.

The next morning, Mom and Dad knocked on the door, which woke Bai Lian up from the air.

As soon as the white lotus opened the door, the parents took a step back, and they clearly saw their daughter stepping on the lotus flower, diverging the light wheel.

"Daughter, you—?" Bailian's parents said almost in unison.

Bai Lian didn't see the brilliance behind her, when she saw her parents so surprised, she looked down and saw the lotus flower under her feet, and her heart was secretly surprised, but she immediately regained her calm. She now knows that all supernatural visions are not worthy of self-satisfaction, and only the ordinary mind is the Buddha's mind.

"White Lotus, I'm afraid someone is looking for you again today." Daddy White Lotus said.

"Old Zhao Tou died, and his son in the city just came back early in the morning, so anxious that he didn't know what to do, and he couldn't even find a person, so he cried pitifully." Mother White Lotus said.

"That's it, he works as a worker outside all the year round, and he doesn't have a friend in the village, and no one does it for him. In these years, most of the men are working outside the home, and it is difficult to find someone to carry the coffin. Daddy White Lotus said.

"People, it's hard to live, and it's so hard to die." Mother White Lotus said.

"It's difficult, not only are people hard to find, but they can't afford to send the dead. Now in this atmosphere, happy events are done in a big way, funerals are also done in a big way, and there are more children and even shares, just one or two, which is really sad to death. When the dead lie down, they don't care about anything, and they are all right, but the living can suffer. Daddy White Lotus said.

"Then if we come to that day, don't embarrass our daughter, just set a fire and burn us, how to save trouble and how to come." Mother White Lotus said.

Hearing this, Bai Lian let out a sigh in her heart! Why is life so troublesome and so tiring!

"White Lotus," the village chief came again.

It's the village chief again, what a good village chief.

"Bailian, I'm not polite, it's just that Lao Zhao Tou is dead, and their family has an only son, you also know this, you said how much money you have to spend to send a dead person, how many people do you need, I am the head of a village, and I am worried about him, what should I do?" The village chief was so anxious that he stomped his feet.

"He works as a worker in the city, so he should be rich, right?" Bai Lian asked.

"I was laid off early, and I did odd jobs in the city, which is similar to us." The village chief said.

"We don't even talk about it here, why don't we go to their house and have a look." White Lotus said.

"No need, I've already been there, he listens to me all, I listen to you all." The village chief said.

"Village chief, you've seen a lot of this, so you can do whatever you say." White Lotus said.

"But I can't make money for him! You can't donate anymore, can you? It takes only a few years for a college student to come out of our village, but sometimes several dead people die a year, alas, you see how I speak! Once this donation starts, it will not be easy to clean up in the future, and besides, who wants to donate money to send the dead. The village chief said.

"Yes, the dead are miserable for future generations." Daddy White Lotus said.

"I have a way to do it, but people are afraid that they can't accept it." White Lotus said.

"White Lotus, just say it, we will do what you say, and if you can't accept it, let people accept it slowly." The village chief said.

"To put it simply, what about people, since there are not so many people to carry the dead, use someone's ox cart, use the oxen to pull the dead, and slowly along the way, you can always pull it to the cemetery." White Lotus said.

"Well, okay, the cow pulls the dead, saves people and effort, okay! It's a good idea! The village chief nodded in praise.

"For seven days, we recited the scriptures to the dead. Before you leave, hold a memorial service. Others should be exempted, and the province should be exempted. Bai Lian continued.

"Okay, that's good! White Lotus, you really have an idea! That's a great idea! Just do as you say! This time, our village wants to create a new atmosphere of handling funerals! The village chief said happily. White Lotus, you are really the lucky star of our village! In our village, with your lucky stars, everything is auspicious! ”

The only son of the Zhao family agreed very much with this method, and the stone in his heart that overwhelmed him finally landed.

Bai Lian took more than 20 women volunteers to recite the scriptures to Old Man Zhao for seven days for free. The villagers are talking, this is more than blowing and blowing and twisting the ass and singing any entertainment class, you don't have to pay a penny, even if you invite the monks to chant the scriptures, it will cost you, and who can afford it!

A memorial service was held on the morning of the seventh day, presided over by the village chief, who simply evaluated the life of Old Man Zhao. The whole village was able to move around.

The only son of the Zhao family burst into tears and kept kowtowing to people.

"Folks, the reason why we were able to make Old Man Zhao's funeral simple and decent today is all Bai Lian's idea, on behalf of the Zhao family, I have to thank Bai Lian!" The village chief said.

The only son kowtows to Bailian.

"Please tell us a few words, please—" The village chief invited Bai Lian out of the middle of the prayer class.

"Whether it's chanting scriptures or holding a memorial service, it's all about making the deceased go all the way! Come simply, go simply, be a man, that's how it should be! Amitabha! Bai Lian said calmly.

Ox carts pulled the dead on the way to the funeral.

Slow, steady, wordless, quiet.

May the departed rest in peace.