The former captain himself lived a miserable life, and when he was just over the age of sixties, he also suffered from a strange disease, and he lay on the sick and cried out hoarsely, saying that someone had put a rope around his neck, and he was so uncomfortable that he couldn't breathe. But when his wife and strangers came to see him, they saw nothing, and they all said that he had sinned.

He said that he regretted that he should not have taken the lead in demolishing the temple of the master back then, and now the master is using a rope to strangle his neck, and he did not strangle him at once, but tortured him, but the poor former captain tossed in bed for four months before he lost his temper.

In addition, the vice-captain and the leader of the poverty association also received retribution, the former's four sons died of illness in less than two years; The latter had only two sons, and one of them died of illness.

Qian Yi, who did not participate in the demolition of the master's temple and refused to axe and wood carving, was safe and sound, and often went to Hualing Temple to clean the big Buddha statue in the main hall.

After the reform and opening up, the brigade became a village, and the production teams became a group, and the villagers in the group surnamed Qian felt that it was very effective to go to the Shiye Temple to pray for blessings, so they rebuilt the Shiye Temple in situ.

Qian Yi took the initiative to donate a large black locust tree to re-carve the statue of the master. Qian Yi, who donated trees back then, lived to be ninety-eight years old, with a childish face, walking like a fly, and speaking with a lot of energy.

Many people have stubbornly said that this is a coincidence, but for many years, such coincidences are too numerous to mention. If there are too many coincidences, it will become a universal phenomenon, and since it is a universal phenomenon, then it has become an objective law between heaven and earth that does not transfer by people's will.

At that moment, Qian Jishi listened to the story of the wallet and praised Qian Yi. Because Qian Jishi recited a mantra to cure Qian Xiuying's madness, her father Qian Biaoxian was moved when she heard the big wallet and his wife go back.

In order to thank Qian Jishi, he and his wallet led many villagers to Hualing Temple to volunteer, some cleaned up, and some helped dig vegetable gardens in front of the temple; Some go to the kitchen to help cook; Some donated warm clothes in winter and cool in summer to Qian Jishi.

Among the people who came were master masons, who set up wooden ladders to pick up leaks in the houses in the temple. All this is for the sake of the monk's money, and the life here is more comfortable and the cultivation is more diligent.

But one night a few years later, at about 8 o'clock, Qian Jishi, who was doing his homework while pinching the rosary while reciting the Buddha's name silently in the temple, ran into trouble:

A middle-aged man covered in dirt came, he was like a scavenger, and he shouted that he was hungry and wanted to eat. Qian Jishi, who was sitting on the futon, originally had his eyes slightly closed, but when he heard someone screaming incessantly, he opened his eyes and said to the middle-aged man, Donor, I'm sorry, the poor monk has already eaten the night and has no leftovers, you better go elsewhere, don't be hungry.

I don't want to go anywhere else, so I'm going to go to this temple for supper. You, a monk, only know that you go outside to make a fortune, and now people from outside go to the temple to ask for a little food, is it so difficult? The middle-aged man spoke aggressively, as if for good reason.

Then you just wait, I will cook a pot of rice and offer it to the donor. Qian Jishi stopped the rosary, and after answering like this, he pinched the rosary and silently recited the Buddha. It turned out that Qian Jishi stipulated that he must recite 60,000 Buddha horns every day, usually 20,000 in the morning and 20,000 in the afternoon, and the remaining 20,000 were arranged to be recited after supper.

At this moment, Qian Jishi has chanted the Buddha's name to 5,000 times, and there are still 1,500 voices in silent recitation. He planned to go to the kitchen of the temple to cook after he finished reading. But when the middle-aged man in front of him saw Qian Jishi sitting still, only caring about chanting Buddha, he was impatient and hateful, thinking: Your bald head is unkind to me, and I will be unjust to you.

He immediately took out an axe from his arms, and smashed it towards the top of Qian Jishi's head without asking any questions. Qian Jishi immediately fell in a pool of blood, still holding a rosary in his hand, but there was no movement, obviously he fainted in pain.

The middle-aged man was very cruel, and by candlelight, he found an iron spoon with a shovel of firewood and grass ashes, dug it down according to Qian Jishi's cracked head, dug out a piece of brain, opened his mouth, and ate the blood; Then he dug up another piece of brain meat and continued to eat. Then he threw away the iron spoon, kicked and stepped out of Hualing Temple and walked away.

It is said that Qian Jishi, who was cut off and eaten two pieces of brain, should return to the yin with his life, but he did not die, but he was unconscious. But in the early hours of the morning, he stood up and walked to the temple's big bell and struck it dozens of times. The bell is majestic, clear and clear, and spreads for dozens of miles. Some of the villagers who were sleeping soundly in the village under the mountain woke up.

They had heard Qian Jishi say, I live in the temple alone, generally do not ring the bell, if the bell is ringed, there must be an emergency, I hope that all the donors hear the bell, like hearing the order, regardless of day and night, regardless of sunny days or rainy days, must immediately rush to the temple to relieve the siege.

At that moment, the wallet woke up, he heard the bell, and couldn't help but say, get up in clothes, light a torch, and walk to the front of the house to call in a circle, folks, something must have happened in Hualing Temple, please get up quickly and go to visit the monk Qian Jishi......

After a while, the field was filled with many men, most of them with torches, forming a fire dragon and rushing towards Hualing Temple. When I entered the temple gate, I saw a person lying under the big bell, it was Qian Jishi, and his face was covered with blood. The wallet, who arrived first, crouched down, probed his nose and breath with his hand, and helped him up to wake him up.

Qian Shiji said he was beaten like this by a middle-aged man who came to the temple to ask for food. When the people heard this, they were filled with righteous indignation. The big wallet immediately instructed the villagers to carry Qian Jishi on a stretcher and wanted to take him to the hospital.

Unexpectedly, Qian Jishi spoke again, if I deserve to die, I will die before the donors arrive. Since he is not dead now, he will not die. I am taking the Agata medicine given to me by the great physician Amitabha Buddha, and the wound on my head will be completely healed in two hours.

But where did the people listen to this? insisted on not letting Qian Jishi get off the stretcher, and was pressed by a few people, not allowing him to move, forcibly carried him out of Hualing Temple, slowly descended the mountain, crossed a few large bridges, a few arch bridges, and a few villages, and arrived at the gate of the town health center, and the sky was already bright.

Several men carried Qian Jishi on a stretcher into the emergency room, and the doctor in a robe looked at Qian Jishi, who was sitting up on the stretcher, and he looked like a sick person. The wallet reached out and pointed at it, trying to show the doctor his blood-stained and scabbed head. However, the doctor looked at it and saw that the top of Qian Jishi's head was bare, without any damage, and it was as white as a big light bulb that was not stained with dust. The doctor looked at Qian Jishi strangely and asked, what disease do you have?

There is nothing sick. Qian Jishi said, I said that in two hours, the wound on the top of my head will heal without leaving a single scar.

The few villagers who took turns carrying the stretcher for Qian Jishi were very strange, because when he set off from Hualing Temple, Qian Jishi's head was full of blood, and there was a few inches long, which was a fact that everyone could see. Now he is really back in good condition, just like a normal person.

The doctor still didn't understand, saying that this monk was in good health, why did he come to the hospital? The wallet explained it, and I didn't know if the doctor believed it or not, so he and a few villagers accompanied Qian Jishi out of the hospital.

On the way back, when I passed by Qian Zhuang, I heard that the murderer of Qian Jishi had been caught. How did you catch it? At first, someone found the murderer's murder weapon from Hualing Temple-

An axe and a spoon are stained with blood, especially the long handle of the axe is also engraved with three words: Yao Baofu. This name is familiar to many people, and there is indeed a middle-aged man named Yao Baofu in Yaojiawan nearby, who is usually idle and lazy, and does not do his job.

After Qian Biaoxian of Qianzhuang found out, in order to repay the monk Qian Jishi, who had cured his daughter's madness and did not take a penny, he took this axe engraved with Yao Baofu's name, and invited a few powerful villagers to Yaozhuang to find Yao Baofu, but Yao Baofu was not at home, and a lock was hung on the door of his house.

He was alone in his family, his father died of illness in his early years, and his mother got married. At the moment, after the people of Yao Zhuang knew their intentions, they said, can this axe alone prove that Yao Baofu is the murderer who smashed and injured Monk Qian? You'd better report it and let the police investigate.

Qian Biaoxian and a few villagers were about to leave. Suddenly, a middle-aged man jumped down from the aisle of the wooden building in front of the house, stood on the ground, grabbed the axe in Qian Biaoxian's hand and said, I am Yao Baofu, I used this axe to cut Monk Qian, and I also used a spoon to dig out Monk Qian's two brains and eat them, how about it?