Aunt Zhang was thoughtful, although she understood the reincarnation that she talked about endlessly, she didn't know what it had to do with her original question, so she asked: "What the little master said, the old body understands." The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info don't know, what does this reincarnation have to do with empty color? ”

He kept saying, "If you only see the casserole, you won't see reincarnation." If the chicken is gone, it is gone, therefore, emptiness is emptiness, and color is color. If you jump out of the casserole and see reincarnation, although the chicken is not in the casserole, it may be anywhere. This vast world is a whole, the sun, moon, mountains and rivers, the three realms and five elements, and the forms of hundreds of millions of living beings, whether they are ups and downs, right and wrong, right and wrong, good and evil, or coming and going, and even life and death. When we understand it, we will be able to see through the world and be free from suffering. ”

Aunt Zhang listened to the endless words, lowered her head and fell into deep thought, digesting his explanation.

Knowing that she was digesting, she shifted her eyes to the casserole again, and looked so obsessed.

After a while, Aunt Zhang raised her head and asked, "Little Master, can you really see the Black and White Divine Monarch?" ”

Constantly hearing the "fans" ask him questions again, he took his eyes off the casserole again.

He shook his head, his fingers sliding through his sideburns, and the movement was extremely dashing. If there were a few more long black hair, the movement would look more elegant, but unfortunately, there was only a bright moon on his shoulders.

He looked smug: "What is this, the little monk has also drunk wine with Niu Tou Ma Mian and played chess with Lord Yan Jun." ”

Aunt Zhang looked stunned, this is the reaction of a little ordinary person who is in awe of ghosts and gods, but there seems to be a little more expectation in her eyes.

Today, after Uncle Zhang went home, he didn't even have time to drink his saliva, so he told her the deeds of "the little monk asked the god to punish the bullies".

The eldest lady was worried that he had met a charlatan, so she said: "The sky is white, haven't you fallen for other people's tricks?" ”

The uncle put down the teacup, patted his chest and said, "In addition to me, the neighbors have seen a lot, can this be fake?" If it is false, I hope that there will be more such liars and that the wicked people in this world will be punished properly. ”

When the eldest lady saw that he was so determined, she thought: The old man has never told me a lie in his life, if this is the case, then the little monk must have magic power. If it's really a supernatural summoner, maybe you can help me see my son again.

Thinking of this, the eldest mother couldn't help but feel a little excited, if she could really see her son again, she would be willing to die even if she died.

She looked at her wife, who was drinking tea, and complained: "You old man, why don't you know how to invite the little monk to your home, let me see and learn, and ask for some Dharma." ”

The uncle listened to his wife's words and was very proud: "Don't worry, I invited the little master to come to the house to eat chicken." ”

When the eldest lady heard him invite the little master to his home, she was overjoyed, but after hearing "eat chicken", she frowned: "The monks actually don't avoid wine and meat?" ”

The uncle didn't care: "Monks are also human beings, didn't Master Daoji say, 'Wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha stays in his heart'?" Perhaps, this little monk, like Master Daoji, was born into the world by Vedas. ”

Aunt Zhang also feels reasonable: strange people must have strangeness. If this little monk really came into the world, then his wish to see his son would really be realized.

Therefore, after asking a few questions from the little monk, Mrs. Zhang led the topic to the matter of ghosts and gods.

Aunt Zhang's body leaned forward, as if she had something to ask, but hesitated and swallowed her words back.

Seeing that the 'fans' seemed to have something unspeakable, he encouraged: "What other questions does the donor want to ask?" As long as the little monk knows, he must know everything and say everything. ”

Aunt Zhang paused and looked at him with begging eyes: "I want to ask the little master for a favor." ”

He patted his chest very arrogantly: "But it's okay to say!" Little monks just like to do good deeds! As long as the donor says it, what the little monk can do must be done, and if he can't do it, he has to find a way to do it! ”

When Aunt Zhang saw him like this, she was naturally excited. She hurriedly said her wish, as if she was afraid that if she said it slowly, the little master would regret it: "I want to ask the little master for help, make accommodations with Shenjun, and let me see my son again." ”

I thought she would say something, but I didn't expect it to be so simple, so I said, "What's so difficult about this? ”

As soon as he finished speaking, his body was like a ball of skin that had suddenly deflated, poofed, and slumped in his chair like a lump of rotten meat.

Aunt Zhang was startled, and she couldn't stop looking at it, as if she had suddenly died of a violent death, her face was like ashes, and she had no breath.

She hurriedly called, "Little Master, what's wrong with you?" ”

There was no response.

Aunt Zhang thought that the little monk was dead, and was shocked: "Oh, what's wrong with the little master?" ”

She was so anxious that she suddenly remembered that she should call her wife to help. But as soon as the words came to his lips, he was blocked back by the incessant yawn.

Aunt Zhang turned her head, yawned endlessly, stretched her waist and sat up from the chair.

Seeing Aunt Zhang staring at herself in amazement, thinking that there was something on her body, she looked down at her clothes, touched her face again, and found nothing unusual, so she asked, "Donor, is there something wrong with me?" ”

Aunt Zhang heard the endless voice, and then came back to her senses and responded: "Ah, no, no." I just saw that the little master suddenly fainted, and suddenly woke up again, for a while... I panicked for a moment. ”

He couldn't stop laughing: "The sin and the sin have scared the donor, and please forgive the sin." ”

Aunt Zhang hurriedly waved her hand and asked with concern: "No, no, what happened to the little master just now?" ”

He said mysteriously: "Just now, the little monk went to the underworld!" ”

Aunt Zhang was stunned when she heard this strange news, but she didn't expect that in a short period of time, she had already walked around the underworld.

Her head was cloudy for a while, and she forgot about her endless begging for help, and asked, "What is the little master doing in the underworld?" ”

He kept saying, "Didn't the donor ask the little monk to help find his son?" ”

Aunt Zhang then remembered: "Ah, oh, yes, yes, yes, did the little master ever find me?" ”

He secretly looked outside the door, and then lowered his voice and said to the eldest mother: "Donor, there are some things that should not be told to you, because this is a heavenly machine, and the so-called heavenly secret cannot be leaked." However, for the sake of the stewed chicken given to me by the donor, the little monk will go out and tell you something, but the donor must not tell others. ”

Seeing that he was so cautious and mysterious, the eldest lady also felt the importance of this "heavenly machine", lowered her body, and kept close: "Little master, don't worry, I will be tight-lipped." ”

He whispered: "Actually, your son Zhang Shitu is not dead at all. ”

When Aunt Zhang heard this, she quickly straightened up, dumbfounded, with a look of disbelief, her mouth opened and closed several times but she couldn't say a word, and all kinds of questions collided in her head.

"My son isn't dead?"

"How is that possible?"

"Who's the one who died?"

"Little Master won't be deceiving me, will he?"

"No, no, it must not!"

"He knows my son's name, but I never told him, it seems that he really has magic power!"

"My son is still alive! Is my son really alive? ”

Aunt Zhang has a lot of thoughts, she has imagined countless times that her son is not dead, but the reality has ruthlessly extinguished a mother's thoughts again and again.

But now, the little monk who can "travel in the two worlds of yin and yang" says that his son is still alive, and this is still so certain, how not to surprise Aunt Zhang, who is eager for her son.

"My son is still alive!" Aunt Zhang was extremely excited, and her voice had begun to tremble: "Little Master! Is my son really not dead? ”

He hurriedly motioned to her to be quieter and said, "Shhh ”