None of us took this matter to heart, and still played in the temple every day, if it was really like what the master said, this big temple suppressed the evil spirits in the old river ditch, then he, a monk with no ability to drink and meat, wouldn't it have been finished long ago?

It was only one day that a strange thing happened that gave us a new understanding of the master.

It happened to be the 14th of July, a Tibetan Buddhist monk came to the temple, and with a long trumpet, the master let us sprinkle a lot of white rice on the ground in the temple, and then entered the main hall with the monk, and did not let us go to see the monk, and did not allow us to go out, when it was dark, the two of them began to chant the scriptures in the main hall.

It was summer, the night in the countryside was very quiet, we three children out of curiosity, just when the master began to chant the scriptures, secretly climbed on the roof, listened to the chanting in the hall, suddenly there was a low horn sound in the hall, the temple was a small whirlwind, the white rice we sprinkled on the ground during the day, actually disappeared little by little in the whirlwind.

After this incident, we found out that the master seemed to have some ability, so we pestered the master and asked, the master couldn't do it, so he told us that the person was our uncle, and the 14th of July was the Halloween Festival of the Middle Yuan, and they were the undead who were wandering in this world in a supernatural way.

Is there really a ghost in this world? Under the big temple, is it really suppressing many unjust souls? We asked the master, but the master said ambiguously, ghosts are born from the heart, there is faith, there is none, you think about ghosts all day long, ghosts will come to you, if you see ghosts are not afraid, then no matter what kind of ghosts and evil will be helpless to take you.

I couldn't figure out what this meant, until a few years later, when the temple was repairing the gate and the workers were working, something very scary happened.

It was a very naïve old lady, and I don't know where she came from, she went up and bit people everywhere, grabbed people, just like crazy, and grabbed herself covered in blood, with a cloak scattered, shouting that she was a white snake, coming to them to settle accounts and the like, I can't remember the specifics, anyway, the scene was bloody at the time, and more than a dozen people couldn't control her.

At that time, the master ran out to take a look when he heard the news, and without saying a word, he slapped it over, and the old lady spat blood from her mouth, and knelt down in front of the big temple. The old lady jumped directly into the temple gate from under the steps of the temple gate.

At that time, I saw with my own eyes, the stairs were almost as high as 15 steps, and an old lady in her sixties jumped up without much effort, and everyone present looked stupid.

After jumping up, the old lady had to make trouble, I had a small electric baton, bought from the stall to play, probably a little higher than the lighter voltage, I don't know where the courage came from, I went up to the electric baton to the old lady stabbed, as a result, the old lady trembled all over, and she was honest.

The master took the old lady into the Jizo Hall and closed the door, as for what she was doing inside, I still don't know, about an hour later, they came out, and the old lady knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the master, turned around and left.

This incident was very evil at the time, and it was said that the old lady was a snake spirit who was pressed under the big temple, but I think that the old lady was too much of a psychopath, or a sheep smoker, if she was really a snake spirit, how could she let a toy electric baton be stabbed honestly?

But after this incident, a few of us pestered the master to teach us to learn skills, and the master thought about it for a long time and asked us what we were going to do after learning skills?

We are a few and a half old children, where there are too many ideas, and as soon as our eyes roll, we say that we want to subdue demons and eliminate demons.

The master laughed when he heard this, and said that there are no demons in this world, they are all fooling children, and we don't believe anything, but the master thought about it later, sighed, and told us a story about him.

The master told us that he was a soldier when he was young, went to the battlefield, and was still a company commander, and later during the Cultural Revolution, he made a mistake and got along with a local girl, and was expelled from the army.

At that time, the countryside was very hard, and he couldn't eat, so an old monk in the temple accepted him, so he forced the master to embark on this road and become a monk.

Five years later, the old monk died, leaving behind two apprentices, that is, my master and that uncle, at that time, the two were young and vigorous, and they were bent on subduing demons and eliminating demons, so they went out together and went everywhere to find goblins and ghosts, but in that special era, all the ghosts, snakes and gods were swept away, and they searched for a long time, but none of them were found.

Later, the two heard from a farmer that they had found a very big weasel in the field, and it was estimated that they had become a sperm, and the two were very happy to hear it, so they set off together with a peachwood sword and a big shovel to subdue the demon.

But this demon is not as mysterious as it is written in the novel, what Taoist charms are flying all over the sky, at that time, the two of them laid a lot of mouse traps in the ground, and there were rabbits, and they waited for several days, and they were really caught.

The weasel was very big, similar to a dog, and it would cry when it was hit by a clip, and my master couldn't bear it, so he said to his uncle, don't get it, go back, it's not easy for it to grow so big, and it doesn't hurt anyone.

But Uncle Shi didn't listen, picked up the shovel and slapped the weasel to death, and finally passed the addiction of slaying demons and eliminating demons.

After this incident, Uncle Shi began to go unlucky, he was originally a lay disciple, and later married a wife, died in childbirth, and his son died in a few years, he went out alone in a rage, and came back after many years, and fell ill, only to know that it was the retribution of the year, so he completely converted to Buddhism.

In the end, the master told us not to believe in any ghosts and gods, nor in any spells, but to believe in cause and effect. He said that in the world, people can only walk rightly, sit upright, and be afraid of nothing.

But our teenage children, where can we understand that, so we asked him if that weasel is a monster, and the master laughed and said, if it is really a monster, will people shoot people to death with a shovel?

We think about it, but the child's mind is repeated, and after a period of time, he pesters the master to teach us, and the master points to a floor tile on the ground and says, "You have to chant and meditate well, and when you can use your mind to make that floor tile hot, I will teach you."

At that time, we all believed, so we recited the scriptures more seriously than ever, meditated, and ran to stare at the floor tiles to "work" when we had nothing to do, but after several years, we did not find any strange incidents.

I went to the master to ask, but he said to me, your eyes are about to open, what else do you ask?

At that time, I touched my head, and I didn't find out where my heavenly eye was, the master smiled and said, who sued you, the heavenly eye must be open on the head? Maybe it's in the armpits.

I was so frightened that for a long time, I studied my armpit in front of the mirror when I had nothing to do, and then after a few years, I didn't find out where the damn eye was, and then I realized that I had let him lie again.

Actually, apart from chanting sutras and meditating, the master never taught us anything, and he was very lazy, and he usually hid in his house and fiddled with his old antiques except for thinking about making money.

In fact, it is nothing more than bottles and cans of things, but he treats them as treasures, always chattering with us about those old objects, and saying that he used to have a demon pestle, which is a treasure that has been passed down for hundreds of years, but unfortunately it was lost during the Cultural Revolution, and if he can get it back in this life, then he can close his eyes when he dies.

But for his words, I only think he is an old money fan.

From childhood to adulthood, the most he said to us was to let us make more money when we grow up in the future, and then bring it back to him, so that he could repair the temple, because at that time, the big temple was already very dilapidated.

As a monk, I have been thinking about letting us make more money for him all day long, until today, many years later, I am also very speechless about this master, but I also have a lot of guilt, because I have never made any big money.

When my family sent me to the temple, the master said that I was not able to be a big official, and I was destined to wander and work all my life, and there were many difficulties.

I have always been very dissatisfied with his words, so I have been working very hard since I grew up, but unfortunately, I was said by the master, I left the master at the age of eighteen, went out to work, did a lot of industries, worked in factories, worked as a waiter in a restaurant, handed out flyers, played Santa Claus, and worked as a hard advertising salesman, but none of them did it for a long time, and they were all jobs at the bottom of society.

Life has always been very unsatisfactory, I was a little strange at that time, I had been with him for so many years, I obviously had the ability but didn't teach us, and I am now wandering around and being looked down upon.

It wasn't until later that I encountered an incident that made my life completely change.

At that time, I was working as an advertising salesman, and my daily job was to go to the streets to distribute business cards and attract customers, and when I was not working, my biggest hobby was to visit the antique market.

I don't know why, I have an indescribable affection for those old things, always looking at them, thinking of the time when I was a child in the big temple, thinking of my two childhood playmates, thinking of the big temple in my hometown, slowly aging, still waiting for us to make a lot of money to go back to his master.

That day, I was wandering around the old street called Peach Blossom Lane as usual, and I accidentally found a light red jade pendant in a somewhat unfamiliar stall.

The quality of this piece of jade is not good, and the shape is also very strange, I can't see what it is, it shouldn't be a valuable object, and it may even be fake, and the old man of the stall owner has not seen it much before. The reason why I noticed this piece of jade was because when I was very young, I accidentally saw that the master also had a piece that was almost identical to this one.

I am very nostalgic in my bones, when I saw this piece of jade, I remembered the master, and inquired about the price, the stall owner old man looked at me, rolled his eyelids, stretched out his two index fingers crossed, startled me, thinking that he wanted 100,000 yuan, but when I asked again, ten yuan.

Ten yuan can buy a thought, how good, I didn't say a word and threw ten yuan to the old man, and took this piece of jade that was a little tattered and returned to the rental house where I lived.

When I came back, I didn't take it seriously, I fiddled around for a while, recalled the old days, threw it on the table, ate a bowl of instant noodles, and went to bed early.

As a result, the next morning, when I was about to go out to work, a stranger in black clothes came to me and blocked the door and asked me if I had bought a piece of jade yesterday.

I nodded in amazement, and was wondering how he knew about this, when this man suddenly said that he wanted to buy this piece of jade and let me make a price. I was a little dizzy, and before I could react, he stretched out his two index fingers and crossed them, and gestured, I thought it was still ten yuan, but he scared me with one mouth.

He said, "One hundred thousand." ”

Now that I think about it, if I had sold 100,000 yuan to him at that time, maybe my life would have been different.