The old man was still skeptical and asked with a smile, what can you do for us as a monk? Oh, by the way, there is a rolling mountain dozens of miles away from Hualing Temple, there are villages to the south and north of the mountain, and there is a road through the mountain, and the middle section of the road is on a steep slope, which had an accident more than 20 years ago.

One day, a monk in the Hualing Temple where you live borrowed someone's truck to practice driving, drove in a hurry, rushed down a steep slope, and unfortunately crashed into a thick oak tree on the side of the road, as a result, the truck overturned and caught fire, and the monk was burned to death.

Later, in order to prevent another accident on that section of the road, the local government organized manpower to build the steep slope into a gentle slope, but in recent years, there have been accidents. It was the year before last! A water bowl that could plough the fields had just come out of the forest and walked on the road, and its belly was cut by a piece of steel stretched out horizontally by a farm vehicle dragging steel, and the intestines inside were about to come out, and the blood dripped all the way to the village. The next day, the owner of the cow took it to the city and sold it to the slaughterhouse where it was killed.

Amitabha! May my Buddha surpass the soul of that beast. Hearing this, Qian Jishi, who felt pity in his heart, folded his hands together and recited the words of compassion.

The old man replied that it was nothing if a bull died. But in the early hours of this year's hot day, a middle-aged man driving a tractor fell to death on the gentle slope of the mountain road. Monk, I feel that there must be evil spirit on the gentle slope section of that mountain road, is there any way for you to stop it?

Qian Jishi didn't answer directly, but asked, what is that middle-aged man driving a tractor for? Is it running transportation?

The old man shook his head and said that he was not running transportation. The deceased's name is willful, that is, the people in our bay, he has no proper occupation, every hot day he drives a tractor from the north side of the mountain, through the mountain road to the south of the mountain to catch yellow eels and frogs, because there are paddy fields and ditches everywhere, suitable for the breeding and habitat of yellow eels and frogs. But who knew that when the willful man drove the tractor back to the gentle slope section of the mountain road, something happened.

Qian Jishi let out an "oh" and didn't say anything. He held this empty bowl and did not have anything to eat, but changed the plan of action and route, and walked to the county seat on foot to find a stonemason who was engaged in chiseling stone tablets, and asked for a stone tablet.

Where did the stonemason agree? He stopped the chisel in his hand to chisel the stone tablet, raised his head and said with a straight face, Monk, go away, you can turn a bowl of rice into a bowl, it is only worth so thick. Do you know how much a stone tablet is worth? Add in shipping and that's more. I can't afford to donate you a stone tablet! Besides, if you are a monk, what is the purpose of asking for a stone tablet?

Qian Jishi had nothing to say, held the empty bowl, and turned to leave. After walking a few steps, I heard a clang, and then a cry of pain; Then came the stonemason's scolding, you stinky monk, I talked to you just now, I was distracted and hit the jungle, and this chisel will chisel my ring finger, it hurts!

When Qian Jishi turned his head to look, one of the stonemason's left hands was covered in blood. He walked around and said very embarrassedly, donor, I'm sorry, I apologize to you.

The stonemason, sitting on a chair, pressed the leather-covered bleeding index finger of his left hand with the thumb and index thumb of his right hand. At this moment, he spoke as if he had eaten dynamite: You stinky monk, what is the use of apologizing? Can it make my hand pain-free? Can the wound on my index finger heal right away? He looked at Qian Jishi, who was full of shame, and said even more fiercely, get away, I will be annoyed when I see you.

But where did he expect that? , Qian Jishi was not angry, but said with a pleasant face, donor, I have a way to make your hand not hurt, so that the wound on your index finger will heal immediately.

Do you have what it takes? If you have this ability, I will give you a stone tablet. Don't talk big if you don't have this ability. Where does the stonemason believe? He squinted his eyes and asked.

Are you serious? If I have the ability, you will give a stone tablet? Qian Jishi, who asked the question, saw that the stonemason nodded affirmatively, and began to recite the incantation that the protector god who had been following him and secretly helping him had taught him.

After about a minute, the stonemason's bloody fingers were no longer bloody, and the bleeding had stopped; After about two minutes, the wound on his left index finger healed painlessly. The stonemason shook his hand a few times and tried to see if there were any sequelae of soreness and pain, no!

He suddenly wanted to repent, and did not give the stone tablet to the monk. But as soon as he thought about it, the wound on his index finger that had just healed began to ache again, and blood gushed out, and drops fell on the chisel he had placed on the stone tablet. He looked up at Qian Jishi and asked painfully, what? Is my wound bleeding again?

At this moment, a voice in Qian Jishi's ear told him, "Stonemason, do you want to regret it?" As soon as you regret it, the wound that was just right will rebound again. As long as you don't regret it, the bleeding wound will stop and heal naturally.

The stonemason bowed his head in shame, and thought to himself: I shouldn't have had the idea of repentance just now. Suddenly, he said loudly, monk, the gentleman has made a word, and the horse is difficult to chase. I'll give you a stone tablet. As soon as the words fell, the bleeding index finger immediately stopped bleeding, and the wound healed again. The stonemason stood up happily, looked at the rows of stones piled up in the yard, and said, "Monk, choose a piece, and tell me what words you want to chisel on it."

Qian Jishi chose a piece of marble that was not big or small, and then asked him to chisel four big characters on it, and the stonemason picked up the chisel and said yes. You come to pick it up tomorrow, one person can't move it, you have to at least call a monk from the temple to help carry it.

The next morning, Qian Jishi came here with Qian Zhuang's wallet, and pulled the stele to the side of the road with a gentle slope on the part of the mountain road with a board cart, and planted it in a pit that had already been dug, so that the stele was called a road stele. The same eye-catching four words are chiseled on the front and back of the road monument: Amitabha!

Ten years later, there have been no more car accidents on this mountain road; Forty years later, the same is true. After that, it was still Qingji Taiping.

At that time, Qian Jishi had become an old monk, and Hualing Temple still lived in the temple alone, but despite this, the incense was getting more and more prosperous. For many years, he took out the incense money accumulated in the temple and led a group of lay people to the county seat to buy turtles, turtles, frogs, snakes and birds and other living creatures to release them by the river and in the mountains and forests.

He said that many people were sick and mentally atrophied, because they followed him once a month, and the animals released were no longer eaten, and the bodhisattva's compassion was cultivated, so that all evil was not done, and all good things were pursued, and those who persevered, some of them were originally cured of strange diseases that could not be cured for a long time or common rheumatism, cataracts, high blood pressure and other diseases; Some of the elderly live to the end of their old age are still in good spirits and free of disease, and they have really obtained the benefits of prolonging their lives by releasing their lives.

On February 19 of that year, on the Christmas Day of Guanyin Bodhisattva, Qian Jishi led nearly 1,000 lay people to the Panlong River and Damo Mountain, more than ten kilometers away, to release the animals. A few days before the release, Qian Jishi posted a number of release proposals in the villages and towns near Hualing Temple, which made a group of idle people in the society who did not believe in the release of animals know, not only did they not participate in the release, but also reported to the owners of aquatic and terrestrial wild animals in the bazaar, so that they colluded to deliberately raise the price to make huge profits when the laymen came to buy live animals and release them, and they collected information fees from them.

It is said that this group of idle people stopped there, they did not, but expected the laymen to release a few truckloads of mullets, turtles, and other live creatures into the river, and then wait a little, and as soon as the laymen left, they would go to catch them, and sell the caught live animals again, so as to make a profit for the second time. They even ridiculed the laymen who often spent money to buy things and release them as fools who fell into their traps.