"Woo woo woo ......"

At midnight, the wind roars angrily on the ancient road by the mountains and rivers, the moon has just passed, and the shadows of the swaying branches are like ghosts, exuding a cold yin qi everywhere. Suddenly, two groups of people appeared in front, one in red and the other in white, walking in the opposite direction, and the sound of drums could be faintly heard, especially the lyrics were fluttering like ghosts.

The boy was short of breath, cold all over, shivering. The night was dark, and there was only a blood moon hanging low in the long sky, and it was impossible to see the two groups of people when they looked ahead. The fluttering figure is even more strange, as if a gust of wind can blow it away.

"There are more drums, I am wearing tattered clothes, my father and mother are in charge of my husband, he left our mother and son so lonely......"

"Three cannons outside the house gate, the sedan chair starts, in short, the gong opens the way, and the colorful silk is neat......"

Suddenly, for some reason, the boy appeared in the middle of the two groups of people, and when he looked forward, he couldn't help but chuckle in his heart, it turned out to be a group of people in sackcloth mourning, and the coffin wrapped in white silk was extremely terrifying, and what made people's hearts chill even more was that those who were blowing the tune of "Crying Emperor" were all black in their eyes, without the whites of their eyes.

Behind is a group of bride delivery procession, all red. The first few people danced the flower dance, and the back few people blew the joy of "Luan Feng and Ming", and everyone's eyes were blood-red, and there was no whites of their eyes. The originally joyful lyrics and music are also very strange at the moment.

Soon the two teams crossed over beside the boy, and when the sedan chair and the coffin came to him, the boy was able to clearly see the dead body lying inside through the coffin, and what made him horrified was that the dead body was actually smiling at him, but the voice was crying: "I died so miserably, please help me, let me out." ”

The boy was so frightened that he shuddered, hurriedly turned his head, and just saw the bride in the sedan chair, lifted the curtain, looked at him with a hideous face, and suddenly smiled, his face instantly burst into many black cracks, and his eyes were still bleeding: "Hehehehehe, little boy, come on, don't pay attention to that dead man, I killed him!"

"Ah...... Help, help, help, help me!"

With a loud scream, all the scenery disappeared, and the boy sat up suddenly, panting violently, and his body was soaked with cold sweat, it turned out to be a dream!

"What's wrong with Dongdong? Don't be afraid, Mom is here, Mom is here. A middle-aged woman hurriedly walked over and held the boy in her arms: "Did you have that dream again?"

"Well, ahem, ahem......" The boy nodded lightly, and fell into his mother's arms, still trembling slightly.

This is a very simple house of Fayan Temple, with only two narrow beds, a table, and a brocade futon in front of the table. Unlike the other ashrams, this room has no electrical appliances, just a bronze lamp with a lotus base that beats in front of a 20-centimeter-tall bronze ancient Buddha. As the so-called green lantern accompanies the ancient Buddha, merit is repaid.

The boy's name is Jiang Dong, and he is just 16 years old this year. His father is in business, his mother teaches at a university, and his family is well-off, so he can be said to be an authentic rich second generation. As the saying goes, every family has a scripture that is difficult to read, and this seemingly very happy family has a problem with this only son.

Koto was born on the first day of the twelfth month of the year, and it was just in time for the total lunar eclipse. This seems to be an ordinary day, but it is an extremely rare time in yin and yang, this time that occurs once in sixty years...... Eight characters are the lightest, to the extreme!

Eight characters are light, and they are often accompanied by evil and ghosts. And the lightest Bazi is extremely rare, and the fate of this kind of person is even worse than the reincarnation of a boy and a girl, and few of them are adults.

"Squeak-" The door of the fine house opened, and a master walked in with two young masters, with a worried face: "Master Fang, how is the child?"

Jiangdong's mother frowned, looked at the child in her arms lovingly, shook her head and said, "I'm still dreaming of that, Master Hongji, please think of a way again, it's been eighteen days in a row." ”

Master Hongji walked to the side of the bed, looked at Jiangdong's pupils, and looked at it for a long time before whispering, "Master Fang, please." The two then went outside.

"Master, what's the matter?" Jiangdong's mother, Fang Cui, asked anxiously.

"Donor, please forgive the old man for saying bluntly, the child's life is the lightest and the birth is in time for the moon to catch the black head, it will inevitably be weak and sick, and the fate will be ...... Well...... There is no longevity. Is there a way for the hospital?" Master Hongji raised his sword eyebrows, and his face highlighted a Zen rhyme.

Fang Cui's eyes were full of tears, and he shook his head weakly: "When I came here, the hospital gave a critical illness notice, saying that the physiological functions of the whole body were declining, and it would only be a month." Master, you see that my son can still ......"

"This kind of soul dream is extremely rare, and from the first time, it is generally ...... Sad Sanqi. ”

"Ah!?My child still has three days?Woo woo woo......" Fang Cui couldn't help herself, hiding her face and crying bitterly: "My son, you want to have three long and two short, how can I live!"

Master Hongji hurriedly persuaded: "There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south, please cherish the donor." Although Xiaodong's fate is not good, he has accumulated virtue and done good deeds over the years, and has received many blessings, and I believe that my Buddha will come to receive him. ”

Fang Cui's face was full of sadness and it was difficult to dissolve: "Master, I don't understand, my son was born with a hard life and has done so many good deeds, why does he still suffer from this kind of mental and physical torture in the end?"

Hong Ji sighed and said: "The so-called cause and effect of the three lives cannot be explained by this life. ”

Fang Cui's eyebrows swelled slightly: "If you can really get my Buddha's guidance, you can also ...... It can also be a little more reassuring to me. ”

"Amitabha. Don't worry, your ancestors have believed in my Buddha for three generations, and I believe that Xiaodong will be fortunate to be blissful. Well...... Let his father come over tomorrow. Master Hongji Gujing Wubo, after speaking, left with two disciples.

Jiang Dong's father, Jiang Yan, has been busy funding Hope Primary School and releasing students these days, of course, all in the name of Jiangdong. Perhaps Master Hongji is right, although the blessings obtained from doing good deeds cannot increase the longevity of Jiangdong in this life, but they can be guided by the Western Elysium. From Jiangdong to Fayan Temple, the master has been burning incense and chanting for him, and each time the incense is higher than the middle and the two sides, and the two sides are flat.

If you are fasting and reciting Buddha or believers, you will know that this kind of incense is called innocence, and if there is at least one incense head in the middle above both sides, it is called small innocence, which means that there are immortals descending. If it is higher than one-third, it is called great innocence, that is, the Buddha has descended. The incense burned by Koto when he was dying has always been a little naïve, which is also a sign of the above.

For the Jiang family, these two days are almost a white horse, passing in a hurry, time is like quicksand between the fingers, and they can't keep it if they want to. Jiang Dong was even thinner, and the nightmares for two consecutive nights had completely lost the brightness of his eyes, and the fire of life was gone.

Early in the morning of the third day, Venerable Hongji was busy with more than a dozen disciples, and they were going to do a transcendent ritual for Jiangdong. That night, Jiangdong's bedroom was moved to the largest retreat, according to Master Hong Ji, the empress Wu Zetian had lived here when he was a monk, and now Emperor Wu has already returned to the throne and become a god, hoping to borrow some of the empress's aura.

Venerable Hongji led 18 disciples to recite the Sutra of King Jizo for Koto from 9 p.m. There is also an incense burner in front of the bed, and the incense is constantly offered, and it is still a little innocent every time, which also gives Jiang Yan and his wife, who were originally in pain, a little more comfort.

Jiang Dong was lying on the bed at the moment without many vital signs, but his consciousness was very clear, and he vaguely saw a golden light curtain above his body, and with the master's chanting, there were many golden words integrated into it, in addition, there were many points of light from all directions, through these years of Buddha cultivation, Jiang Dong knew that it was the will of the person who had been helped by himself. Like the scriptures recited by the mage, they are flying into the light at a rapid pace, like moths to a fire.

This strange phenomenon temporarily relieved the severe pain of the parting relatives, and although I practiced Buddhism sincerely, it was still difficult to believe that Elysium really existed. Seeing this cluster of light, it was like a dream, but there was a trace of throbbing and expectation in his sad heart, and the drive of curiosity made him have a little real yearning for that piece of Elysium.

With the passage of time, Jiang Dong's consciousness began to drift a little, as if he wanted to go out of his body, and a few times he even floated up to look down on himself, and even the surrounding houses became more and more fading, and when he looked up, he directly saw the stars in the sky, which was clear like never before.

"Am I going to die......" Jiang Dong looked at his body, looked at his parents sitting at the head of the bed, and a strong attachment and reluctance welled up in his heart.

The golden light began to change, slowly elongating, slowly extending towards the western sky, like a golden avenue that was spreading. Vaguely, in the distant western sky, there is also a golden avenue paved here: "Is that the Buddha's guidance...... , can I really go to the Western Heaven Elysium?"

"My son, don't go, how can you let your mother live if you leave......" Fang Cui lay on Jiangdong's body, a handful of snot and tears, he had already cried into tears, and fainted several times.

Jiang Yan was silent, his burly figure and face were like a knife, and he looked like a strong man, but at this moment, his eyes were already hazy with tears, and he held his son's hand tightly, for fear that he would not be able to hold it anymore as soon as he let go. Looking up at the watch, it was already half past eleven, according to Master Hongji's prediction, the connection should be in this half an hour, that is, there is still half an hour, and the couple will be separated from their children.

The sound of chanting continues, and the rain of light flying from all over the world is also endless. Jiang Dong's consciousness returned to normal again, but he could no longer return to his body, and it was at this time that Jiang Yan and his wife began to cry for their son's life. Jiang Dong shouted, but his parents couldn't hear him at all. He has studied a lot about death, and knows that he is dead in this life. But a few people were able to accept that he still believed that he was just out of his body, or just a dream, and that he would soon be able to go back again...... Wake up.