wiped the tiger head with a clean face, staring at the idiot with a pair of rotten peach eyes, a little more pitiful and a little less naïve.

Dao Idiot thought about him and said hoarsely, "It's hard to howl, does your throat hurt?" ”

The tiger head nodded, shook his head again, patted his chest, and said in an urn voice: "This, it hurts." As he spoke, he seemed to lose his spirit all of a sudden, drooping his head, and his immature face was full of confusion.

The Taoist idiot sighed in his heart and said, "Daddy is going west, and when the funeral is over, you will go up the mountain......"

When the tiger head heard this, he immediately straightened his neck, his eyes widened, and his face was full of expectations: "Really? ”

This is also a poor child, if in other people's homes, even if the child burns out his brain and speaks and acts clumsily, in the end, he is his father and mother, maybe it will hurt a little more; The situation at Daddy Wang's house is different.

Since Daddy Wang restored his status as a good citizen, to the generation of Tiger Head, it happens to be the fourth generation. According to the law of the Ming Dynasty, slaves returned to the status of good citizens, and after three generations, they could participate in the imperial examination.

Daddy Wang has lived in the mountains for many years, although he doesn't value these, but Wang Fuping and Wang Fu'an brothers regard this as a major event in the family.

Although the Wang family has a house and a field, and the descendants can also be called luxuriant, they are rootless duckweed, but they are able to live in peace with the care of the Wang family's clan.

In the view of the Wang Fuping brothers, as long as the descendants study the imperial examination, cultivate and study the heirloom, and get ahead, they do not have to rely on others and live with their tails between their legs as they do now.

Several school-age children of the Wang family are all studying in a private school in the next village.

At the opportunity of the gradual prosperity of the family, the tiger head occupies the position of the eldest son and eldest grandson, and his brain is burned out again, and he is stupid and stupid, and it is inevitable that he will not be treated by his family.

Especially his mother, all her thoughts are on the second son of the tiger head, who is regarded as a "prodigy" by the villagers, and she ignores the tiger head, and is not a little stronger than the stepmother.

The tiger head looks silly, but his mind is pure, and he can detect the likes and dislikes of others. When his parents and grandparents didn't want to see him, he wouldn't come to him.

is still a great monk, and when he heard Father Wang mention this great-eldest grandson who is the same age as the Taoist idiot, he asked him to take it to the mountain, which can be regarded as a companion for the Taoist idiot.

In the past few years, Hutou has not only become a little follower of the Taoist idiot, but also has a deeper relationship with his great-grandfather.

Later, when Father Wang came down the mountain, he followed him down the mountain and served closely.

But looking at his current appearance, he is not happy in this home.

Dao idiot nodded and said, "Naturally, it's true, Master, I'll go and say, you just need to go with me." ”

The body of the tiger head immediately straightened a few points, and the corners of his mouth grinned high: "Think, big, eat ......"

In his joy, he spoke more and more unpleasantly.

The Taoist idiot grew up with him, but he understood what he meant, he said the master.

He had just cried heartbreakingly, and now he was bubbling with joy. Only people with such a simple mind can cry and laugh like this.

The Taoist idiot thought about the old monk on the mountain, but he was worried.

Although the old monk acted casually and calmly, Father Wang was not an outsider after all. The old monk became a monk, and he didn't even mention his descendants, but he allowed the king's father to go up the mountain to serve, and the depth of the relationship between the master and servant can be seen.

The old monk will be ninety years old, and after he goes down the mountain, there is no one else in the Xishan Temple. If the old man is too sad, he will be uncomfortable, and there will be no one around to take care of him.

Thinking of this, where can the Taoist idiot still sit still, he immediately stood up and said to the tiger head: "Go out and call your second grandfather." ”

The tiger head didn't ask the reason, and immediately nodded and went out to call people.

One time less, Wang Fuan came in with the tiger's head.

The Taoist idiot originally wanted to say hello to Wang Fu'an, and asked the tiger head to go up the mountain now, but the filial piety clothes that swept to the tiger head's body, he swallowed the words that originally came to his mouth, and said bluntly: "Master Wang, the master is alone on the mountain, I am uneasy, please ask Lord Wang to arrange for someone to go up the mountain to see, and wait for me to go back and go down the mountain." ”

Although Wang Fuan had never seen the old monk, he had heard his father and eldest brother mention that the old monk was already old.

After listening to the idiot's words, he was not verbose, and responded: "Okay, good, the villain will send the villain's son up the mountain." ”

The eldest son in his mouth is one of the three juniors of the Wang family who often go up the mountain to sweep.

At this time, someone called Wang Fu'an at the door, and some guests came to the door to pay tribute.

Wang Fuan hurriedly went, and the idiot looked at the big wooden fish on the table.

The Jizo Sutra is a scripture that sends merit to the deceased, with a total of more than 20,000 words. Under normal circumstances, it takes an hour to recite the sutra once.

The Taoist idiot here is a quick recitation, but even if it is a fast recitation, it will not be lost for half an hour.

The old monk's explanation was to recite the "Dizang Sutra" a hundred times in front of the spirit of the old man on his behalf.

I don't know how many days the Wang family has been suspended, no matter how the days are counted, they are a little rushed, and the Taoist idiot has to think about reciting as much as possible every day.

It's noon, and before it gets dark, it's a lot to say seven or eight times.

He thought about it in his heart, made up his mind in his heart, and when he saw the tiger's head, he had to order: "Don't cry anymore, my father is uncomfortable to hear." ”

The tiger head nodded vigorously and said, "It's over, it's over......"

This means telling the idiot that he has finished crying and has no more tears.

The idiot didn't delay any longer, and walked out of the west hall with the wooden fish in his arms.

Seeing this, Wang Fuan hurriedly greeted him and said, "Little Master, this is?" ”

The Taoist idiot said: "Chanting." ”

Although the elder brother had an order before leaving, except for inviting the Taoist idiot to eat tea and fasting, the rest will wait for him to come back.

But this time, the Taoist idiot opened his mouth, and Wang Fuan couldn't stop him, so he asked someone to lay a mat in front of the spirit and invited the Taoist idiot to sit down.

Whether it is a person from the Wang family, or a hanger outside, this will be more or less found out, this little monk came down from the West Mountain, and he had to look at it with a little curiosity.

The Taoist idiot only did not see it, and made a namaste to Father Wang's coffin, and then sat cross-legged on the cloth cushion.

With the sound of the wooden fish of "dong dong", the lips of the Taoist idiot moved slightly: "The first divine product of the Heavenly Palace, I smell it." For a while, the Buddha was in the heavens of Enlightenment, speaking for the mother. At that time, the immeasurable worlds of the ten directions, all the Buddhas and the great Bodhisattva Mahasattva came to assemble. Praise Shakyamuni Buddha ......"

A string of "Jizo Sutra" came out, and the people next to him couldn't help but be stunned.

The "Jizo Sutra" is the most commonly listened to scripture in white affairs, and it is not uncommon to listen to it, but it is strange that the speed of the Taoist idiot's recitation is not the same as nowadays.

The clear and fast chanting sound, accompanied by the sound of wooden fish, seems to have become Sanskrit music, attracting people to listen involuntarily.

Buddhist scriptures are already obscure, but people inside and outside the spiritual shed can't help but be fascinated.

There was silence in the courtyard, and those who knelt and sat leaned forward and listened to the chanting with all their hearts......

Half an hour, as if it passed in the blink of an eye.

When the chanting stopped, everyone relieved their minds, only to find that they were too fascinated, and their necks were bent, and they were already stiff at this time.

Everyone looked at the eyes of the Taoist idiot, with more respect, and no one looked down on him because of his young age.

The idiot had already gotten up and turned to walk towards the West Hall.

One is to move and bounce the legs and feet, and the other is to eat tea to moisten the throat.

After reciting a sutra in one breath, he only felt that his mouth was dry.

There was another sound of talking in the courtyard, Wang Fuan came in, followed by two juniors, carrying the table and eating rice, and invited the Taoist idiot to use.

The idiot had breakfast early, and his stomach was empty at this time, so he was not polite, thanked him, and sat down at the table with his clean hands.

The Taoist idiot used the fast, rested for half an hour to dispel his nerves, and then went to the spirit again to chant the scriptures.

At this moment, before he could start, everyone fell silent and listened to him silently.

The Taoist idiot is eleven years old, and he has not changed his voice, the crisp children's voice is mixed with the sound of the wooden fish, and everyone is distracted again.

Before I knew it, half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

The idiot got up again and went back to the west hall, and turned back after a quarter of an hour.

Over and over again, over and over again, more and more people gathered in the yard.

The guests were reluctant to leave, and new guests arrived.

Although there are tea serving places in the south hall and the east hall, everyone has already sat in the mourning shed under the scorching sun.

It seems that listening to this chanting, my heart is purified, and I don't feel the heat at all......

The Taoist idiot lowered his eyes and chanted with all his heart.

He has been reciting the Sutra for six years, but today he is the most religious.

Although he has always been dismissive of the ghosts, gods and Buddhas, at this moment, he hopes that the Bodhisattva will really hear his chanting and return the merits to the kind and loving Father Wang.

Father Wang has raised and taken care of him for several years, and all he can do for Father Wang is to take care of the tiger's head, and this is the only way to chant this sutra a hundred times......

Outside the courtyard, Wang Fuping had already ridden back, followed by two carriages and some servants in Tsing Yi.

Wang Fuping turned over and dismounted, and saw that his door was full of people, and he didn't move, like a god standing at the door, and couldn't help but be stunned.

Hearing the sound of the wooden fish accompanied by the sound of chanting, Wang Fuping was relieved.

Others listened to this quick recitation, but Wang Fuping had heard it on the mountain.

The two carriages also stopped, and Wang Fuping walked to the first carriage, bowed down and said, "Old lady, the villain has arrived." ”

The person in the carriage behind had already come down, a middle-aged man in his forties, with a white face and beard, an elegant appearance, and a blue color suit.

Walked over.

Seeing this, Wang Fuping hurriedly took a step back and gave way to the place.

The middle-aged man bowed slightly at him, and then respectfully lifted the curtain of the car, and pulled down an old man with gray hair.

Wang Fuping saw that the door of his house was blocked, and he was busy calling people to make way, but he was stopped by the old man.

The old man had already heard the unusual chanting.

Even the middle-aged man was unconsciously attracted by the sound of chanting.

Wang Fuping didn't dare to make a loud noise, but it was not good to let the two distinguished guests stand outside the gate like this, and hurriedly stepped forward and whispered to the neighbors to get out of the way.

After a while, between the gate and the mourning hall, an empty passage was made.

Wang Fuping wiped a handful of sweat, bowed down and stretched out his hand to invite the distinguished guest into the door.

In the sound of wooden fish, the old man and the middle-aged man walked into the courtyard and walked to the front of the mourning hall.

Looking at the small figure sitting on the ground, the old man's eyes fell on his bald head, and a little surprise flashed in his eyes.

He glanced at the middle-aged man next to him, but the man was fascinated and didn't realize it.

The old man sighed faintly, looked at the little back, and unconsciously showed a little pity ......;