Qian Jishi said with certainty that he will not come to arrest you today. Amitabha Buddha and Lord Yama were very merciful, and after discussing it, they decided to add about two months of life to you, and go home to recite the Buddha honestly, you have never recited the Buddha in your life, and you have been desperately reciting the Buddha for these two months, begging Amitabha Buddha to take you to the Western Elysium. If you don't recite the Buddha again, two months later, Lord Yama will send someone to arrest you and send you to hell, and I will never care about you again.

After finishing speaking, Qian Jishi turned to his son beside him and instructed: In these two months, you have to let go of all fates, the only thing you can do is to accompany your father to recite Buddhism, and do your best to fulfill the last filial piety in life, no matter what means you use, as long as the old man recites Buddhism.

After Qian Jishi returned to the temple, he often called to inquire about the situation, and when the old man died two months later, Qian Jishi went to do hospice care to send him a ride. After explaining some things, I went back to the temple.

After that, Qian Jishi still called the old man's son every once in a while to ask about the situation, and told him to accompany his father to recite Buddhism.

At noon one day, more than two months later, the old man's son called and said, this time, my father is really leaving. Qian Jishi hurried out of the mountain and came to the old man's house.

The old man was lying on the bed, silent. Qian Jishi began to do hospice care, and recited a copy of the "Jizo Bodhisattva Wish Sutra" according to the ritual. At about three o'clock in the afternoon, Qian Jishi used the only sentence of Amitabha Buddha's holy name to recite it densely, a monk accompanied the old man to recite the Buddha, but his son was busy with the aftermath and did not understand the importance of reciting the Buddha. Qian Jishi doesn't care about this, he just recites Buddha wholeheartedly.

At about four o'clock in the afternoon, the old man vomited out and left. Qian Jishi decided to continue to recite the Buddha for the old man for eight hours from this time until twelve o'clock in the evening, and also called several lay people to take over the recitation of the Buddha for him.

When he woke up at eight o'clock the next morning, Qian Jishi had some fasting and hurried to the old man's house.

At this time, there were more laymen, that is, there were more than a dozen people who were helping to meditate.

At about half past eight, the old man was arranged to take a bath and change his clothes, the old man's relatives and friends, many people came to the neighborhood, and there were many discussions, all blaming the old man's son for not being sensible, he should have just died yesterday when he had to take a bath and change clothes, and now he has been dead for 14 hours, his body must be stiff, how to change his clothes? As a result, the layman who helped the old man to help him up, and everyone was surprised: the old man was very peaceful and comfortable, his face was many times more dignified than before his death, his body was as soft as a baby, and his feet could sit cross-legged. Seeing this scene, there was no one who was not happy and moved. Some old women in their seventies and eighties in the neighborhood also said that in the future, when I die, I will invite someone to come and recite the Buddha.

Another year, in the autumn, when Qian Jishi went out of the mountain for the last time, many villagers or lay people gave him food such as rice, noodles, fresh vegetables, etc., which were offered to the master, but he didn't want them at all. When he came to Qian Zhuang to say this, Da Purse, Qian Biaoxian, and other lay people or villagers were all present, and they were all surprised and asked, Master, where are you going?

Qian Jishi smiled kindly, he did not rush to answer, but recited a poem in a deep voice: Time is extinguished, life is faint, and prosperity is not in the blink of an eye; Don't lose your five desires on the dangerous road, Mida looks forward to the return of her son day and night. Let me tell you, tomorrow at 11:25 a.m., the three sages of the West, including Amitabha, Guanyin Bodhisattva, and Dashi Zhi Bodhisattva, will come to Hualing Temple to guide me to the Pure Land of Rebirth. The old man is very happy, and he has come down the mountain to say goodbye to you, and if you have time tomorrow, please go to Hualing Temple to give me a ride, please.

At this time, some of the people shouted, oops, Monk Qian has become a great monk, so he can predict the time. Admire! Admire! Some say this, I don't believe it, Monk Qian is so vigorous and in good spirits, the three saints of the West are going to take him away, but I must rush to Hualing Temple tomorrow morning to have a look.

Others say, that's not necessarily, do you have to wait until you are sick to go to the Pure Land? Isn't it better to be reborn in the Pure Land while you are in good health? There was no pain at all.

There was also a lay man who caught up with Qian Jishi, who was carrying an empty bowl to the entrance of the village, and said, Master, this bowl of cooked food will be given to you.

No. Qian Jishi shook his hand and said Donor, I have a meal in the middle of the day, and there is a meal in the temple, so I will go back and eat it hot. If you don't finish it, you will be spoiled and thrown away, and it will be a waste. Keep this bowl of rice for your family!

That's weird. Master, why do you bother to ask for alms when you go out of the mountains? What's the point of holding this empty bowl? Isn't it in vain? It's still a burden to hold in your hand! The layman rolled his eyes and said this.

You are wrong to say this, Lao Gu went out of the mountain early this morning, walked in the village alleys with fate, and used this empty bowl to collect everyone's compassion, pure heart, and enlightenment, and undoubtedly the Bodhisattva seed came from the fate, and I dedicate this merit to the sentient beings in the Dharma realm, especially the sentient beings in the world of sampa, so that I can have a good relationship with you. Lao Qu went to the West, so as to lay a foundation for his personal popularity in the future.

Master Takami. The layman held out his thumb and praised.

The next day, it was a crisp autumn day, and the bright sun warmly plated the jagged Hualing Temple with a touch of golden color, making this Buddhist dojo more mysterious and sacred; Elegant and quiet.

Early in the morning, countless laymen and villagers from all over the world rushed innumerable, have entered the temple, the corners and corners are full of people, although it is very crowded, but not noisy, one by one solemnly follow the old monk of Qian Ji who sits on the futon of the Buddha hall and recite the holy name of Amitabha Buddha, Guanyin Bodhisattva and the Great Trend Bodhisattva.

Until 9 o'clock in the morning, the old monk of Qian Ji opened his slightly closed eyes and chanted the "Amitabha Sutra" aloud, "May this merit be used to solemnize the Pure Land of the Buddha." Report the fourfold grace, and the three hardships of the next aid. If there is a person who has seen or heard, he has a bodhisattva mind. As soon as the dedication of "Retribution to the Blessed Country" was completed, a green lotus platform appeared on the heads of the people gathered here, and three golden rays of light shot down from the sky, one golden light shot directly into the center of the crowd, and the other two golden rays of light shot out on both sides, covering the entire crowd present.

Everyone was so moved by this extraordinary and strange scene that they recited Amitabha Buddha aloud again, and the sound of the Buddha's horn continued for more than an hour.

During this period, the great monk of the wallet came out of the crowd, bowed to the old monk Qian Jishi, and made a wish: After the death of the master, I will inherit the mantle, shave the ordination in Hualing Temple, practice diligently, and promote the Dharma and benefit the living!

At 11:22 p.m., the old monk Qian Jishi, who was still sitting on the futon, bloomed a lotus flower as big as a wheel, and it moved back and forth with purple light.

At this time, the entire Hualing Temple was filled with bursts of indescribable smells that did not exist in the world.

Suddenly, someone raised his hand and pointed at it, only to see the sun shining brightly, and the clear sky flashed with the three solemn Western saints: Amitabha Buddha, Guanyin Bodhisattva, and Dashi Zhi Bodhisattva, and with a slight smile on his face, he waved frequently to the old monk Qian Jishi who was sitting on the futon in the Buddha hall.

A miracle appeared again, and the old monk Qian Ji rose up, but fell back to the same place; When he rose up again, a loud bang broke out like thunder, and the old monk Qian Jishi suddenly disappeared, but saw a red cloud rising into the sky; Look at the futon with only a little hair and nails left on it.

At 11:25 p.m., the sky sounded with the sound of the old monk of Qian Ji who was born in the Pure Land; The three sages of the West, Amitabha, Guanyin Bodhisattva, and Dashi Zhi Bodhisattva, who came to receive them on the lotus seat, appeared for about three minutes, and then disappeared in the colorful auspicious clouds.

Suddenly, a beautiful rainbow hung over the lofty mountains outside Hualing Temple.

The wallet walked out of the gate of the monastery and looked at the sky and shouted excitedly, Master, you have cultivated to the supreme realm, and your physical body has rainbowed! The spirit is dead! Master, we are seeing you off, and congratulations on your journey! Happy to enter the lotus gang, flowers bloom to see the Buddha! We also sincerely look forward to your reversing Cihang, coming back with your wishes, saving sentient beings, and relieving suffering and happiness! There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south! Nan no Guanyin Bodhisattva! There is no great trend in the south to the Bodhisattva! There are no more Buddhas and Bodhisattvas of the Ten Directions!

Everyone followed the big one of the purses and chanted the Buddha's name to see off the old monk Qian Jishi, like holding an unprecedented puja, until the beautiful rainbow in the sky gradually faded, and everyone refused to disperse. What refused to disperse was not only the many good men and women gathered in Hualing Temple, but also a Bodhi impression that gradually became eternal in the memories of all living beings in the world.