"Mom, you're not old enough for my grandma, can you finish the conversation in one go." Jiang Yao made this own mother frightened and furious, but after saying that, he was really angry.

"You dead child, what are you anxious about, listen to your mother." Jiang Guangming saw that Jiang Yao was afraid and anxious, and pointed to him and sat in front.

"You still have an uncle, but this uncle is a pain in your grandfather's heart that can't be erased, and a hurdle that can't be overcome. Over the years, I've only mentioned it to your dad, and no one else knows about it. Shao Xiaoling said.

When Jiang Yao heard this, he knew that the story was about to start telling again, so he couldn't help but sit back on the chair in front of him.

Shao Xiaoling rubbed her reddened eye bubbles, pinned her still black hair behind her ears and began a bitter story......

In the summer of that year, seven-year-old Xiao Wenjun drowned in the East Pimple.

Xiao Wenjun is also Shao Xiaoling's mouth, Jiang Yao's dead uncle. Seven-year-old Shao Wenjun was a genius who was difficult to find in his grandmother's family, or in a radius of ten miles and eight townships, and at the age of seven, he had already made this village famous for his intelligence.

At that time, not only did he continue to skip grades in the first two years of elementary school, and he learned the knowledge of the entire primary school, but he also secretly looked through the ancient books in Shao Qingren's study.

After Shao Qingren found out, instead of stopping it, he supported it, and even put all his thoughts on the cultivation of Shao Wenjun for a while.

I thought that I would encounter difficulties in reading, whether it was rare words, obscure words, or some allusions that implied metaphors, but what surprised Shao Qingren was that Xiao Wenjun, like a literary master, was able to explain the understanding content to himself one by one.

Shao Wenjun, the pearl in his hand, has been held in the palm of his hand since he was a child, even in that turbulent era, Shao Qingren, who has the deep-rooted idea of patriarchy, let alone stumbling, even if he is exposed to the wind and sun, he is reluctant to give up a little bit of this baby.

For normal people, Shao Pinghua can help, but for the people God wants to take away, even Shao Pinghua, who is profound, can't help. But this piece of bad water still took away the brilliant Shao Wenjun.

In fact, many things may be destined, and there is really their own cause and effect, for example, in the three days before Xiaowenjun drowned, Shao Qingren's family has been full of strange things, but the doctor does not heal himself, and Shao Pinghua, who is like a god, cannot be counted as a disaster.

Shao Qingren has always been working outside, and the children at home are all raised by Shao Pinghua. The pious grandmother incense in the morning and evening, in addition to the usual medical treatment and problem-solving, the number of incense times a day is innumerable, but for three days, the incense that is obviously dry is always not lit. Shao Pinghua sensed that there was a problem, and kowtowed before lighting the incense, and then the incense could be lit.

And send Wenjun to school, the door in the courtyard is not locked and cannot be opened, and Shao Pinghua, who is dedicated to the Buddha, is chanting Amitabha Buddha in a whisper, and the door opens by itself.

……

Strange things happened one after another, but Shao Pinghua didn't expect it to happen to Wen Jun.

It wasn't until later that Shao Pinghua, who was doing farm work, had unbearable angina, and then a letter came from relatives not far away saying that Wen Jun had drowned.

Shao Pinghua, who was flustered, said in a trance: My karma has made fruits, and the fruits must be changed.

Shao Pinghua did not fall after all, but made the reason of the causal cycle of things in this world clearer.

At the beginning, in order to bless the safety of one party, Shao Pinghua personally suppressed the resentment of the sky, but the thoughts of thousands of undead resentment have not really been calmed.

But since then, the probability of another accident has been greatly reduced, and at most it is concentrated in the summer of each year, which is a few unlucky decrepit people.

At this point, Shao Xiaoling was relieved, but she was worried again. It is better to tell this secret story of the Shao family to a descendant who is sensible than to rot in the belly of an uncle who is not angry; But these words came out, but without the consent of Shao Pinghua and his wife, it seemed a little abrupt.

I don't know how much coincidence there is in this world, when a family of three was talking, Shao Qingren actually pushed the door in.

"What? The store is gone, what are you three doing with the door closed? Shao Qingren said that he was not in a hurry when he spoke, and he looked at the three people in the room happily and said.

"Grandpa, you're here, I almost fell off that lump today, and my mother told me about my uncle." Jiang Yao deliberately said it in order to rely on Shao Qingren's love.

"What?" Shao Qingren's mellow face suddenly darkened, and he didn't know whether he was worried about Jiang Yao's safety or Shao Xiaoling's words.

"Dad, I told him." Shao Xiaoling got up and gave up her seat and said.

"Alas, let's just say it, after so many years, I have to let people know about it." Shao Qingren shook Xie Ding's round head and said.

"Dad, why did you come here at this time, don't say anything, I'll pick you up." Jiang Guangming glanced at the watch on the wall, and the sky was already dark.

"I haven't seen your mother go out for so many days and don't have a letter, and I don't worry about her when I'm old." Shao Qingren shook his head again.

"Dad, don't worry, Mom will be fine." Jiang Guangming said persuading.

"In fact, for so many days, I have been pondering, and I always feel that your mother is not easy to go out this time." Shao Qingren's brows tightened again, and he sighed.

"Dad, how come?" Shao Xiaoling listened to Shao Qingren's words awkwardly, although this ordinary village woman rarely goes out, let alone far away, but this Shao Pinghua often goes out on weekdays in order to promote exchanges between Buddhists, plus a farther place to relieve people from disasters and solve problems, and is often outside.

"You remember, I told your brothers and sisters, when I and your mother just got married, she had already followed a famous Buddhist family in our village (commonly known as Buddhists) to start eating fasting and chanting Buddha to repair, at first, she was just a small believer, but later, I met a big Buddha in a dream, the Buddha's light shone, bathed in his body, the Buddha recited Sanskrit scriptures, and after waking up, he began to feel that he was transparent, saw things clearly, and gradually deepened his cultivation. She told her master about this dream, and when she closed her eyes and counted it, she found that she had cultivated the Great Buddha Relationship. After a few years, he gradually changed from a small Buddhist disciple to a unique Buddhist family, and he really entered the Buddhist door, purified six roots, and became a lay disciple who had not yet become a monk. Shao Qingren said to the three of them word by word, more as if he was confirming Shao Xiaoling.

Shao Xiaoling nodded, indicating that her father was right.

"And then? Grandfather. Jiang Yao sat upright in the chair and listened with his ears pricked up.

"Later, your grandmother, her fame is getting bigger and bigger, and almost all the villagers in ten miles and eight towns know such a person. Your grandmother is also a life-saver, never ambiguous, and does not collect money, and is even called a 'living Buddha'. But at this time, that is, the little uncle that your mother just told you, Wen Jun, Wen Jun, ......" Shao Qingren mentioned these two words again, and couldn't help choking, and reached out to take off his reading glasses and wipe away the tears.

Wiping away his tears, Shao Qingren stabilized his mood and continued: "Our family, at that time, it was only your uncle Wujun and your mother, and there was no your aunt, a family of five, and Hemeimei." At this time, I rushed back from work in other places, and all I saw was the corpse of Wen Jun. My grandmother and I are in pain, but compared to your grandma, I am still almost there. Your grandmother has aged several years all of a sudden, and she no longer cares about other superfluous things, and after taking care of two sensible daughters and a kid who lacks heart, she threw herself into the Buddha gate. Burn incense and worship the Buddha, see a doctor and save people. Although she lost her beloved son, her realm has been greatly improved. That's it, your grandmother is getting better and better, and today, it can be said that she is almost complete. ”

"Then, grandpa, why do you think grandma will have something to do when she goes out this time?" Jiang Yao saw that Shao Qingren's words were not on point, so he asked.

"It is precisely because of your grandmother's cultivation of the Buddha for so many years that her original master was jealous, so that the two fell out not long after." Shao Qingren still spoke sentence by sentence.

"It's Shaogong Wang, right?" Shao Xiaoling asked.