The little brother who sold firewood went and returned, he put his firewood knife in Chen Chu's hand, scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "With the nobleman's silver, I can go to buy a small stall to do business, and I don't have to get up early in the morning to go up the mountain to chop firewood......

Chen Chu watched the little brother leave, looked down at the rust on the firewood knife, the blade was bright without a trace of blood, and couldn't help but nod and said, "Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable." ”

Firewood was placed on the road to take its place, and he simply picked it up and walked down the street.

The streets are bustling with people.

Suddenly, there was a faint sound of sobbing, and Chen Chu's footsteps to pick up firewood stopped, and he followed the sound.

I saw a sixteen-year-old girl on the side of the street, wearing a beige dress and a brown dress with a bun tied on her head, kneeling on the ground, and a piece of paper with the words "Sell yourself and bury your father" in front of her.

Her eyes were full of sorrow, and there were still undried tears on her cheeks.

At this moment, two men with obscene faces dressed in red and green young master clothes were squatting next to them, teasing the girl who sold her body to bury her father, and asked how much it cost to sell her body.

When the man in red heard the girl say that he needed ten taels of silver, he laughed and said, "Oh? You might as well let me kiss you first, and if it's good, I'll pay you back!" ”

Lang Lang Qian, people come and go.

Where could the girl who sold herself to bury her father stand this insult, but she didn't dare to be angry, because the two people in front of her were dressed in fine clothes, and at first glance they were unprovoked people.

She bowed her head and pleaded, "Please let me go......" Tears rolled in her eyes.

There are more and more onlookers around who do not know the truth.

Seeing this, the man in red said, "Bad luck! Look at this bitter face, you have to touch the bad luck and fall into the mold for eight lifetimes when you buy it back! ”

He shook his sleeves hard and was about to leave, but he was blocked by a stinky Taoist priest who picked firewood, and he was nameless in his heart, raised a foot and kicked the Taoist priest's firewood to the ground, looked at people with his nostrils, and said angrily: "What road is in the way, what to see, and then see the newspaper officer send you in!" ”

The Taoist priest didn't speak, silently picking up firewood. The red-robed man laughed, feeling that he was out of the limelight, and swaggered and led his friend to the other side of the street......

Chen Chu put the firewood neatly next to him, glanced back at the red-robed man, stretched out his index finger and volleyed a little, and then took out a silver ingot from his body and put it in front of the girl: "Take it and bury your father." ”

The girl was stunned for a moment, although the Taoist priest in front of her had a long beard, she could still tell that he was a good-looking man.

She hurriedly put away the silver, folded the paper that sold her body to bury her father, put it in her bag, lowered her head and said, "Little woman's name...... is named Ding Xiuwen, thank you for the help of the Taoist chief, and the little girl will follow the Taoist chief in the future......"

Chen Chu waved his hand and said: "Since it is fate to meet, it doesn't have to be like this, the girl is still free, and go with peace of mind." ”

Ding Xiuwen noticed that there were eyes around her looking at her, and understood that there were greedy people in the crowd staring at the ten taels of silver in her package, and she was suddenly at a loss and didn't know whether to leave or stay......

"The Taoist ......"

She said weakly.

Chen Qiqi just came to this place, and there was no good place to go, seeing that it was really unsafe for her to carry the silver alone, he simply said: "Okay, the poor Dao will order the Soul Dao Sutra, so I will go with you......"

Ding Xiuwen was overjoyed and hurriedly thanked him.

In ancient times, the ancients attached great importance to the afterlife, no matter how hard and tired they were, at least they had to get a coffin, and only those who died in a foreign land and had no support would not be able to roll a straw mat, so the children who were a little filial piety would try their best to satisfy.

Ding Xiuwen's father died of illness, bought a coffin, looked for a feng shui treasure, and asked for money everywhere. However, the process was simple, so it was in the afternoon when it was completed, and the sun had not yet set.

Everything is in order at the moment.

After Ding Xiuwen kowtowed to his father, he looked at Chen Chuchu: "Dao Chief, let's go......"

Chen Qiqi stuffed another ingot of silver in her hand: "You are still young, go back and live a good life, find a good family to marry." ”

"Thank you, Chief!"

Ding Xiuwen knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times, took a deep look at Chen Qiqi, and went down the mountain.

Chen Chu leaned the firewood under the tree and was about to leave.

Suddenly, a voice came from far to near: "Okay, good, good-hearted people guide filial piety, wonderful, wonderful, good, good......"

I saw a sloppy old monk wearing a broken monk's hat, wearing a tattered robe, stepping on broken shoes, and holding a broken fan in his hand, staggering over, singing while walking: "The shoes are broken, the hat is broken, the robe on the body is broken, and there is no Amitabha Buddha in the south......"

Chen Chu was stunned, and subconsciously held the sword in the palm of his hand.

The image of the person who came is so classic that even if you don't speak, you can recognize who it is, and it is the living Buddha Jigong whose story is widely spread in the world......

When I was a child in the real world, Chen Chuchu and his friends liked to watch this show the most.

It's just that he was just slapped by Guanyin Bodhisattva, and when he saw the people in the Buddhist sect, he had to be a little vigilant in advance!

Jigong's real name is Li Xiuyuan, a native of Tiantai County, born with Huigen, on the day of his marriage at the age of twenty, he suddenly had an epiphany, left a letter and quietly left to become a monk.

His parents were old and sons, and they couldn't accept this situation for a while, so they died of illness, and Li Xiuyuan's married wife also became crazy and wandered around the graves of Li Xiuyuan's parents all day long.

Li Xiuyuan came back from the mountain after three years of practice, and found that his parents had died, the property of the house was occupied by the housekeeper, and his wife was crazy...... The original law name is Daoji, and he is respected as Jigong.

Li Xiuyuan's identity is quite controversial.

It is only because when his mother Wang was incense in the temple to ask for a child, the dragon Arhat appeared, so they all thought that Li Xiuyuan was the reincarnation of the dragon Arhat in the sky.

Dao Ji looked at Chen Chu holding the long sword in his hand, then shook the broken fan and pointed at him: "Hey, you Taoist priest...... Why is the anger so big, poor monk, I didn't provoke you or recruit you, I pulled out such a big sword and scared people to death when I met......"

Chen Chuchu didn't feel malice in Dao Ji, put the sword back and said, "Don't blame the master, this world is sinister, and the poor Dao has become like this because it has hit walls everywhere. ”

Dao Ji walked up with a smile, looked at the new tomb next to him and said, "As long as you have a good heart, it doesn't matter if you hang the poor monk and beat me, I don't care if I don't care about it......"

He had already seen Chen Qiqi in the bazaar, and he originally wanted to help the little girl who sold herself to bury her father, but her movements were slow. But there are still people in this world who rush to do good deeds, and he is very happy in his heart.

Standing at the top of the mountain, his eyes looked at a large mansion at the bottom of the mountain, and his cloudy eyes were full of emotions and could not distinguish whether he was happy or sad.

He picked up a fallen firewood on the ground, lit it on the incense candle, shook his head and said: "You have a kind heart, that little girl has filial piety, but some people have a wolf heart, I will use your kind and filial heart to deal with this wolf heart......