"Dharma!"

"Childe, have you practiced Buddhism?!"

Lin Shengnan showed a look of overjoy, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.

But in an instant, her expression hesitated again.

People have already helped her so much, why is she embarrassed to bother them again?

It's just that she really doesn't know where to find someone to recite to her father now.

Hesitating, she took out all the silver money she was carrying in her arms, and then put all her brains in Huijue's hand, which was a little overwhelmed.

"Gong ...... Childe, can you help me again......"

"My dad just went, I can't find a master to chant for my dad to over-the-top, if no one gives him a superordinate, in case he can't go there smoothly, I don't know what to do. ”

"Can you, can you help my father to recite the scriptures, just read a few sentences to him...... Let him have a little more peace on the road......"

Lin Shengnan said pleadingly, a little incoherent.

It's just that the tears are inexplicable, and they are falling again.

It's so useless!

She's useless!

Lin Shengnan reached out and touched his tears, but he couldn't stop the tears.

She didn't know what was wrong with her.

Is it because of fear, sadness, or grievance?

She didn't know.

She tried to stop her tears, but she couldn't.

Her chest seemed to be clogged with something, making it difficult for her to breathe.

Sadness, self-blame, shame, countless emotions came to her heart, and she didn't know what to do.

She has been completely knocked down by one encounter and misfortune after another.

She knew that it was useless to cry.

However, the tears could not be stopped by themselves.

Her father was originally her biggest support.

No matter what she did wrong, her father always smiled and comforted her and told her not to take it to heart.

Even if she was born with such an ugly birthmark, she was disgusted by everyone.

My father always smiled and said that even if she wasn't beautiful, it was okay, as long as she was diligent and capable, she would definitely be able to marry a good family in the future.

But, that's how her father, who she regarded as a pillar, died.

She no longer had anyone to comfort her and protect her.

She thought that after her father's death, she had become stronger.

You can be alone and face everything.

can protect herself, protect her mother, and support the burden and responsibility of a family alone, even if everyone dislikes her for being ugly, it doesn't matter if no one wants to marry her for the rest of her life.

But after encountering so many things in a row, she realized that she was so cowardly and useless.

"Don't cry, it's okay, everything will pass. ”

Huijue looked at Lin Shengnan, who was crying helplessly in front of him, sighed secretly, and opened his mouth to comfort.

"I can help your father chant the scriptures. ”

"However, you have the money yourself, and I can't use it. ”

"My Buddha is compassionate, since it is within my power, I will try my best to help you. ”

Hui Jue said this, and stuffed the silver taels in Lin Shengnan's hand back into Lin Shengnan's palm.

As Huijue's gentle words fell, Lin Shengnan was stunned.

Then she cried even harder.

But while crying, she kept saying to Huijue,

"Thank you, Childe, thank you, Childe......!"

It seemed to her that this was the only thing she could do right now.

With Huijue's promise, Lin Shengnan naturally hurried home with Huijue.

And along the way, Lin Shengnan also asked Huijue's name and origin.

After thinking for a while, Hui Jue immediately replied,

"Under the surname, a single name is 10,000 characters. ”

"Fang Wan?"

Lin Shengnan chewed it, and seemed to feel that this name was a little strange, but he didn't think much about it.

After all, there are more names in the world.

It's up to people to decide what they want to name.

Where do others care?

Fang, in fact, is the surname of Huijue's biological father in this life.

As for the 10,000 characters, it means the perfect enlightenment in Buddhism.

Fang Wan, from this.

Lin Shengnan returned home with Huijue.

In her home, it has been opened.

Neighbors, uncles, relatives and friends are also helping to take care of her father's funeral.

At the door of her house, the reed tent has been erected.

The mourning hall of the hall has also been set up.

A coffin rested inside the mourning hall.

Her father's body lay quietly.

"Katsuo, you're finally back, put on your filial piety clothes. ”

Grandma Lin came out of the house and gave the filial piety clothes to Lin Shengnan.

At this time, Grandma Lin noticed the wisdom behind Lin Shengnan, and also asked,

"Is he?"

"He is Fang Gongzi, and I invited him to chant for my father. ”

"What?!Did you invite him to recite the scriptures to your father?"

Grandma Lin immediately showed a look of embarrassment.

"Why didn't you invite the mage of Huaguang Temple to come?!"

"No, no. ”

"If you're not a mage, how can you recite sutras to your father?"

At this time, hearing their words, Lin Shengnan's uncles and relatives on the side also stepped forward.

"yes!"

"What if your father suffers down there!"

"You kid, you go and ask the mage, you can't do this thing?!"

Obviously, Lin Shengnan's uncles, relatives and friends are quite dissatisfied with Lin Shengnan's approach.

Looking at the appearance of his uncle's relatives and friends, Lin Shengnan had no choice but to quickly explain the ins and outs.

Heard Lin Shengnan say this.

The monks in the temple refused to go down the mountain.

They also looked at each other for a while.

In the end, they had no choice but to nod their heads and agree to let Huijue chant the scriptures.

Regarding their dispute, Huijue saw it, but said nothing.

When Lin Laohan came, he didn't die sideways.

Second, although there are concerns in my heart, there is no obsession.

Naturally, he went to the underworld smoothly.

This point, Hui Jue naturally saw clearly.

In fact, under normal circumstances, unless it is some serious practice, there is basically no need to exceed.

The so-called rituals are just a kind of mourning and blessing for the deceased.

At least in Huijue's own opinion, it is.

Of course, he naturally wouldn't say much about these things.

It's just that after they nodded and agreed, Huijue walked into the mourning hall and walked to the coffin, he glanced at Lin Laohan in the coffin, and immediately didn't need a stool to sit, just put his palms together, closed his eyes, and began to chant the scriptures.

The soft and compassionate Sanskrit sound is recited.

Huijue's voice was not loud, but it fell on everyone's hearts, giving them a sense of peace of mind.

At this moment, these people who obstructed it before naturally knew that Huijue was only afraid that although he was not a monk, most of them were also from large families, the kind of sons of a family who were really proficient in Buddhism.

After all, Huijue is dressed in white.

Although the clothes are not woven from silk, they are spotless.

The temperament is even more peaceful and vulgar, quite extraordinary.

With the wisdom of chanting.

Lin Laohan's funeral was handled in this way.