The middle-aged man immediately retracted his hand that took money from the blanket, shook his hand, and said, I won't buy it.

Seeing the middle-aged man turn around and walk away, Kuang Guangbu was simply swollen, and he muttered in a low voice: As soon as the business I negotiated was stirred up, it turned yellow. He glared at Wu Daodao, who had returned to the pharmacy, and had no choice but to carry the water tank on his shoulder and leave slowly.

Wu Daode looked at Kuang Guangbu's back and smiled proudly.

At this moment, the shadow of the oak tree slowly faded and disappeared under the weak sunlight of the west.

On this morning, the old house of the Fu family on West Street under the sun seemed to be painted with a warm color.

Qian Wanguan had already cooked a pot of porridge in the stove house, added a bowl, and brought a steamed bun to the table of the Eight Immortals placed in the hall. Fu Mu, who was sitting next to her, her gray hair hanging down from her forehead, covering her face, she didn't notice Qian Wanguan coming over, she just combed her hair with a comb.

Elderly, please have breakfast. Qian Wanguan, who had come to Fu's mother's side, politely reminded.

Fu Mu turned her head to look at him and nodded.

Qian Wanguan returned to the stove house and ate breakfast for a while, which also consisted of porridge and steamed buns. When he came to the hall, he saw that Fu's mother had also eaten, and she was raising her hand to touch the bun like a fist on the top of her head.

At this time, Fu's mother saw that Qian Wanguan was about to clean the dishes and chopsticks she had eaten for breakfast, and she suddenly made a gesture to signal Qian Wanguan to stop. Then he asked, Wanguan, do you see the bun on my head is good?

Qian Wanguan saw that the bun on Fu's mother's head was still very neat, so he praised him, old man, very good. He also smiled and asked, old man, where are you going to make your hair so beautiful?

Fu Mu said "um" and did not answer where she went.

Qian Wanguan said, old man, you just say where to go, I will wash the dishes and chopsticks, and I will take you there.

There was a kind smile on Fu Mu's face. She said, you don't need to bring it, I'll go by myself. was about to leave, Qian Wanguan said, how can it be done? You're so old.

Mother Fu said, you don't have to worry, I'll go to the firewood room.

Qian Wanguan couldn't figure it out, so he watched Fu's mother go to the firewood room to do what the hell.

Fu's mother walked out of the hall slowly and went straight into the firewood room. I saw her bow a few times to a Buddha statue on the Buddha shrine on the west wall, and chant Amitabha Buddha in her mouth! ……

Qian Wanguan lowered his voice and sighed, Oh! The old grandmother combed her hair smooth today, and put on a beautiful bun, it turned out to be to worship the Buddha! Good!

At this time, he went to the stove house to wash the dishes and chopsticks, and then came to the firewood room to worship the Buddha and recite the Buddha with Fu's mother.

One morning four years later, after washing up with the increasingly vigorous Fu mother, she suddenly said to Qian Wanguan, I am leaving, Amitabha Buddha, Guanyin Bodhisattva, and Dashi Zhi Bodhisattva appeared in my dream last night, telling me that I can die at noon today.

Qian Wanguan clapped his hands and praised, that's great. He also put his palms together and recited, Amitabha Buddha, Guanyin Bodhisattva, Dashi Zhi Bodhisattva, disciple Qian Wanguan has been practicing with the old man for many years, and finally got his wish. I want to dedicate all the merits of reciting the three sages of the West to the elderly, and wish the old people to climb the holy shore, get rid of the sea of suffering, be reborn in the pure land, and see the Buddha in flowers!

That day, Qian Wanguan hurried to the door of the West Street grocery store, and looked at the counter to see a young man with long braids he didn't know, who was making a deal with a customer standing outside the counter. Qian Wanguan waited, and saw the young man crack the abacus a few times, and then said that the sale price: 4 hanging money.

As soon as the customer picked up the goods and left, Qian Wanguan reached out and knocked on the counter, making a sound of "Dede" to attract the attention of the young man.

The young man who had noticed looked at him and asked enthusiastically, what do you want to buy?

Qian Wanguan browsed through the dazzling shelves, his eyes resting on the shelves full of sandalwood.

The young man asked again, do you want to buy sandalwood? How much?

Qian Wanguan said: You take a bundle and put it down.

The young man took a bundle of sandalwood from the shelf and put it on the counter, without picking up the abacus, but raised his hand and gently flicked it on the abacus railing, and the number 15 appeared on the abacus beads.

Qian Wanguan asked, is this grocery store still Fu Chunlan's family?

The young man smiled and replied, Of course, he is my insider.

Qian Wanguan said, oh! So, you're his husband?

The young man nodded slightly, grabbed the braid that hung down to his chest and threw it behind his back, moved his eyes, and repeated, "Do you want to buy this bundle of sandalwood?" 15 hanging money.

Qian Wanguan said, you put sandalwood here. I want to meet your inner man first, I have something to say to her.

The young man said that she was raising a baby in the room, and it was inconvenient to come out, and what happened to me was the same.

Qian Wanguan said that about her grandmother, it is best to let her come out if she can come out.

The young man said "oh", then walked to the threshold of the grocery store, and shouted inside, Fu Chunlan, come out, someone is looking for it.

In a moment, a big-bellied woman came out of it, although she seemed to be fat and deformed, Qian Wanguan still recognized her as Fu Chunlan at a glance.

Fu Chunlan also saw him, so she said politely, Uncle Qian, thank you for taking care of my elderly grandmother every day. What is the wind that blows you here?

Qian Wanguan replied auspiciously, it was the wind that blew me. All right! If nothing else, I'll talk about your grandmother today.

Fu Chunlan asked sensitively, what's the matter with my grandmother?

Qian Wanguan glanced at the young man, and stopped talking.

Fu Chunlan said, Uncle Qian, if you have anything to say, it's not in the way. He also stretched out his hand and pointed at the young man, and continued, he is my husband Hu Yuanyuan, including you, we are all a family.

Qian Wanguan said, then I will be blunt. Your grandmother has been chanting Buddhism with me for the past few years, practicing with devotion, and touching the three sages of the West. Since your grandmother is about to end her life, she dreamed of the Three Saints of the West last night, and she will step on the lotus cloud at noon today to welcome her to the Western Elysium, which is very special!

Fu Chunlan said, Uncle Qian means that my grandmother is leaving at noon today?

Qian Wanguan, who nodded, looked at Fu Chunlan's upright belly and asked, is it convenient for you to go?

Fu Chunlan said, according to me, I can't go, but I can't care so much, no matter what it is, I have to give my grandmother a ride.

Qian Wanguan said that if you go to recite the Buddha's name with your grandmother, it will not only be of great benefit to your grandmother, but also to yourself and your unborn baby child.

Fu Chunlan said, I will definitely go. He glanced at his husband again and said, Hu Youyuan, you also go, go and help the grandmother who is about to die to help recite the Buddha's name.

Hu Youyuan said, then I can only lock the door of the shop and go with you.

Qian Wanguan glanced at Fu Chunlan and brought the sandalwood on the counter.

Fu Chunlan glanced at Hu Youyuan and asked, bringing the sandalwood on the counter.

Hu Youyuan looked at Qian Wanguan and smiled, picked up a bundle of sandalwood on the counter and walked out of the store, closed the door, locked it, and set off with Fu Chunlan, who had a big belly.

At dusk that day, Kuang Guangbu's house was deserted.

Kuang Guangbu's wife, Mai Yuan, saw that her three children had no rice for breakfast or lunch, and she was hungry enough. She made the Guanyin soil she dug up a few days ago as soup yuan to eat, and temporarily filled her hunger. But because the three children had eaten it before, they didn't want to eat it because it was difficult to eat, so they simply didn't eat it.

The eldest child, the second child, and the third child, because they are all children, the youngest is 4 years old, and the oldest is 8 years old, so it can be said that they are not sensible, so they all surround her as a mother and clamoring for rice.

Mai Yuan's eyes were full of expectation. She said, don't argue, don't argue. Your father carried a large water tank to the street to sell it for money today, and later he will use the money from the water tank to buy rice at the grain store and go home, and he will have dry rice to eat tonight.

Kwong Hong jumped up and screamed, wow!

Kuang Shan smiled, and dimples appeared on his face. He said, Mom, I have a dry meal tonight, and I want to eat a big bowl.

Kuang Hua took Mai Yuan's hand, tilted her little head, and said innocently, Mom, I still want to drink a bowl of rice soup. Rice boiled rice has rice soup.

Mai Yuan said that as long as your father comes back with rice tonight, your requirements can be met.

But the sun was about to set, and Kuang Guangbu had not yet returned, and the children craned their necks from time to time to look out, but they still didn't see Kuang Guangbu's shadow.