Chapter Ninety-Eight: The Two-Faced Buddha Statue

When my grandfather told me about the pity of monks, I immediately thought of crooked Taoists. Is it that crooked Taoist priests will also feel that their skills are like the sunset in the west. "What's the use of ghost hunting? You can't eat it as food, you can't use it as money. Read your book carefully. Take the college entrance exam well and win glory for your family. "My mother used to teach me that.

"You said that Chuanxiang is not a female ghost?" The fellow asked.

"Hmm." The monk replied.

"Then why did we have so many men dead there? And died strangely? ”

"I didn't say you don't have ghosts there. It's just that the ghost is not the incense. The monk said. He pointed to a bronze tripod on the incense table in front of the Buddha statue and said, "Help me bring that tripod." ”

The copper tripod on the incense case is the size of a palm, one foot high, and has three legs. The copper tripod is engraved with patterns, or clouds or trees or cranes or snakes. The ding is filled with sand, and dozens of burnt incense sticks are inserted in it.

Grandpa walked to the incense case, took down the copper tripod, and handed it to the monk. The monk poured the sand inside beside him and instructed, "There is a wine jar behind the Buddha statue, help me move it." ”

Several people walked behind the Buddha statue only to find that this Buddha statue was two-sided, with two completely different faces on the front and back. On the front is a Buddha with kind eyebrows and a peaceful attitude, but behind it is a statue of a demon with a hideous face and angry eyes and open mouth.

One person asked, "How can there be such a terrifying devil statue in the Buddha hall?" ”

The monk said, "That's also a Buddha." ”

The man asked, "How is the Buddha so vicious?" Aren't Maitreya Buddha, Guanyin, and Buddha all amiable? How can this Buddha make people feel terrible? ”

The monk said: "The Buddha has two sides, and of course he is kind and amiable to those who can be guided to do good, which makes people feel peaceful and comfortable." But for those wicked people and ghosts who do a lot of evil and do not repent, it is natural to have the other side of being stern, strong, iron-faced and selfless. It can lead people to do good, and can punish evil, so it is called a Buddha. ”

Everyone seems to have understood.

Sure enough, there is a wine jar under the Buddha statue. Everyone worked together to carry it out and put it in front of the monk. The mouth of the jar was very wide, and the monk stretched out his hand, which was very inappropriate for his age, and picked up a handful of wine.

The wine dripped, though slightly in the palm of his hand, but it drained slowly. Everyone thought it strange that any one of them would not be able to catch a few drops of wine like a bamboo basket fetching water.

The monk moved his hand over the copper tripod and slowly spread it. The wine falls into the copper tripod like sand in a very fine granular form, which is transparent and exudes the aroma of wine. The liquor that fell at the bottom of the copper dome was also piled up like sand in a cone, slowly sliding in all directions. The monk grabbed the two short feet of the copper tripod and shook it gently, and the wine spread out horizontally, and it became a liquid like water, sparkling.

"It's a time basin to see what happened in the past." The monk said. Everyone hugged up and looked at the wine in the copper tripod.

"Look with your heart." The monk said.

Later, my grandfather told me how he felt. The copper tripod is as horizontal as a mirror, reflecting the heads of several of them huddled together. Nothing beyond that.

"Look with your heart." The monk said in a low voice. His words seemed to have a hypnotic effect, and they all followed his instructions to look at the calm water, and the aroma of wine gradually entered their noses, and they felt a little drunk.

"Look with your heart." The monk said in a deeper voice. He grabbed a pinch of sand that he had just poured next to him and threw it into the water. There are many tiny ripples on the surface of the water.

As the waves faded and the water surface returned to calm, the water surface in the copper tripod changed, and their heads disappeared, and a house appeared in its place, which everyone recognized as Zhijun's home. Zhijun's mother came out with a vegetable basket, probably going to the vegetable field to pick vegetables. As soon as Zhijun's mother left, two rat-headed rat brains appeared, one was Hong Dagang and the other was Hong Chungeng.

The two of them gently pushed open the hidden door and walked into the room where the incense was spreading. Through the open window, you can see Chuanxiang sitting on the edge of the bed doing needlework, her hair lazily draped down, revealing a hint of charm.

Hong Dagang and Hong Chungeng pushed the door and did not open it. Hong Dagang hid in the corner, and Hong Chungeng stood at the door. Hong Dagang gave Hong Chungeng a look and motioned for him to knock on the door.

Hong Chungeng knocked on the door.

The people next to Tongding all heard the knock on the door, as if they were all standing at the door, and Hong Dagang and Hong Chungeng couldn't see them.

Chuanxiang got up and opened the door.

As soon as the door opened, Hong Chungeng grabbed Chuanxiang and ran into the house, and Hong Dagang immediately followed, turned around and closed the door.

Hong Chungeng covered Chuanxiang's mouth with one hand to prevent her from screaming, and reached under his clothes with one hand. Hong Dagang held down Chuanxiang's struggling two hands.

"Don't make any noise," Hong Chungeng threatened, "Now people outside think that you are a female ghost, you rely on me, I can prove that you are not a female ghost." If you don't follow me, I'll make the rumors true. ”

Hong Dagang smiled: "And me." The men who had the accident were all gone. If we did it with you, but we're fine, don't we just give you a way to avoid rumors? ”

"You bastard!" Chuanxiang scolded in a muffled voice under Hong Chungeng's palm, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.

"Hurry up! Don't let the old woman come back and find out. Hong Dagang urged. Hong Chungeng smiled and ripped open Chuanxiang's shirt, the plastic button broke the thread, fell to the ground and rolled to the bottom of the bed.

Hong Chungeng leaned down to kiss Chuan Xiang's face, and Chuan Xiang kept shaking his head to avoid his thick mouth and yellow teeth.

"Don't let Lao Tzu kiss? Lao Tzu can't figure it out, I haven't touched a woman in my thirties, and Zhijun's stupid kid actually found such a beautiful daughter-in-law so quickly. Hong Chungeng said while picking up the pants of Chuanxiang.

Chuanxiang suddenly stopped struggling and showed a charming smile to Hong Chungeng.

Hong Chungeng and Hong Dagang were confused by Chuanxiang's laughter.

"What are you laughing at?" Hong Chungeng asked, letting go of the hand that was covering Chuanxiang's mouth slightly, but he was always on guard, and immediately covered her voice calling for help at any time.

Chuanxiang smiled and said, "What are you anxious about? It's okay to do it, Zhijun left me alone at home, and I'm not satisfied for a long time. Let me take off my pants myself, okay? ”

Hong Dagang said vigilantly: "Don't believe this girl, don't fall for her." Just when Hong Dagang was distracted, Chuanxiang grabbed the scissors that she had just used for needlework and stabbed Hong Chungeng who was pressing on her.

That action was similar to the stabbing of a monk pretending to be that night.

Hong Chungeng turned his head away and stabbed scissors into his crotch. Hong Chungeng shouted. Hong Dagang was afraid that the people passing by outside would hear it, so he hurriedly let go of Chuanxiang and covered his accomplice's mouth.

"Don't bark, don't scream! It's not good to be heard by your neighbors. Hong Dagang lowered his voice to warn, and pulled Hong Chungeng to drag him out.

Hong Chungeng turned his head at the door, swore fiercely: "Lao Tzu will not kill you, your surname is Hong!" ”

Chuanxiang sat on the bed tremblingly, tears of grievance flowing from the corners of her eyes.