Seeing that her mother and sister were crying, Lan Lan also cried, staring at her mother with tears in her eyes. Hongdi did not have a fever, she was still talking nonsense, and it was as if the ghost of a donkey was attached to her body and talking: You scalded the donkey with boiling water, your heart is vicious, and your sins are heavy, and you can't live.

Suddenly, Hongtu stretched her neck and let out a miserable cry when the donkey was burned. Shuai Ying and Lan Lan didn't cry anymore, they were frightened.

Lan Lan retracted the hand that reached to the edge of the bed and grabbed her mother, grabbed Shuai Ying's sleeve tightly and said: Sister, I'm afraid.

Bao Xiangdong knocked the butcher knife in his hand on the threshold to suppress the evil spirit, and sure enough, Hongdi stopped screaming.

Lang Zhong saw that he couldn't get rid of the fever, so he said, I'm afraid I can't do anything about this disease.

Bao Xiangdong said, can you prescribe some Chinese medicine to wash her sores?

No, most of these sores are suppurated and cannot be washed. Lang Zhong said this, and talked about Bao's left buttocks with sores and ulcers, saying that that time Bao's wife invited him to see it, and he found that Bao's illness was much lighter than Hongdi's, but he prescribed a prescription to grab medicine and wash it, and the effect was not good. When he heard that the red scalding donkey was Ah Bao's crooked idea, Lang Zhong understood that Ah Bao was suffering from a bad disease and it was difficult to cure.

Speaking of this, Lang Zhong occasionally sighed: This is really retribution! This disease is the worst retribution.

Bao Xiangdong turned around and looked at the gloomy red man, and suddenly remembered something, so he said to Lang Zhong, if this is the case, I advise the tribesmen to abolish the slaughtering method of scalding donkeys. There is a man in the north of Baozhuang who also wants to follow the example of burning a donkey, and it seems that I have to persuade him to give up that motive.

That time, Ah Bao finally looked forward to Lang Zhong, who was invited by his wife, and Lang Zhong looked at the ulcerated lupus erythematosus on his left buttocks and asked how it was triggered. Ah Bao talked about the process of his idea to burn the donkey, Lang Zhong stroked his cheeks and beard, wanted to say something, but didn't say, so he prescribed him some plasters. After applying it for a few days, it didn't work, but it got worse and worse, but the money used a lot.

The wife went to Lang Zhong again and asked what the reason was. Lang Zhong couldn't say the reason, but the poisonous gas of the donkey meat was too heavy.

His wife refuted his claim: "The other people have eaten donkey meat and there is no problem at all, so what can we say?"

Lang Zhong said: It seems that this is a disease of evil, and it cannot be overcome by medicinal power.

What do you say? The wife looked at Lang Zhong anxiously, and Lang Zhong said: Evil diseases generally have to be exonerated by a monk who has attained Taoism.

The wife suddenly remembered that there was a lotus temple on Lotus Mountain not far from Baozhuang, and there was a master in the temple.

After Lang Zhong left, his wife took care of Ah Bao and went out towards the Lotus Temple. It was already noon, and she was sweating profusely, and the hot sun was shining on her body. Her skin was allergic and turned red, she didn't scratch it, remembering the lupus erythematosus on Bao's left buttocks, she felt terrible, and she was afraid that she would have that kind of symptom when she scratched, so she endured it.

When they reached the mountain gate of the Lotus Temple, a yellow dog ran out, wagged its tail, and treated the woman like a very affectionate old friend. This surprised her a little, and the yellow dog greeted her like a guest when the dog elsewhere at least barked or bitten at the sight of a stranger, and relieved her fear.

The wife walked along a winding stone path into the Lotus Temple, where a monk greeted her and asked the female benefactor if she had come to offer incense and make a wish.

She said that the main purpose of this trip was to ask about things, to ask Venerable Xinjue. The monk took her to another hall where many bodhisattvas were standing, and pointed to a great monk sitting on the futon and said, "That's Venerable Xinjue, who is meditating." You have to wait patiently for him to finish meditating before talking about what you want to talk about. The female benefactor returned and walked into another main hall, where she bowed down to the statues of Amitabha, Avalokiteshvara, and Jizo King under the guidance of the monk. At the end, when I went out to see Venerable Xinjue, I was still meditating.

In the evening, his wife was already a little impatient, and when she thought that there was something at home and she couldn't wait any longer, she said to the monk, "I'll come back tomorrow!"

The monk looked at the Venerable Master who was still meditating, and said nothing.

The wife had to walk outside the temple, and after only five or six steps, Master Xinjue suddenly got up and left the futon, shouting, "Slow down, female donor."

When his wife heard the call to herself, she turned her head away. Venerable Xinjue clasped his palms together and chanted Amitabha.

My wife came over happily and was about to say something, when Venerable Xinjue said, "I don't need to say anything, I know everything."

As he spoke, he took out a folded piece of paper from his underwear, handed it to the female benefactor who approached him, and said You open it and take a look. When the wife opened it, it was a picture of a donkey. I asked what the painting meant and what it did. I came to you to ask about my husband's condition, not to look at the painting.

Amitabha, the donor doesn't need to say much, the old man already knows what you are asking. The meaning of this painting is very clear, your husband has a grudge with a donkey, he should resolve the grudge, how to change it? Then ask your husband to kneel and repent of the donkey's painting every day.

When the wife came out of the Lotus Temple and returned, she passed by the Baozhuang Donkey Meat Restaurant and heard bursts of firecrackers and cries. Looking at the probe, a shed was set up in front of Hongdi's house, and in the shed was a coffin, and many people watched, which one died? She took a few steps forward and understood—Red Blossom had died.

The man is not at home, the two children have no owner, they only know how to cry, the patriarch Bao Xiangdong is the master of this family, and the neighbors are helping.

Wife--This Po's woman is also her neighbor, so she can't be indifferent, and she plans to work hard for this funeral. But she was holding in her hand a painting rolled into a tube, a painting of repentance for her husband's sins, and she was going to send it home. The sores on her husband's left buttocks were also related to the burning of the donkey, and now his condition is also very serious, and she is worried that he will die like the red tea when he is sick. So, he turned around and went back.

Ah Bao was leaning on a cane and looking out at the door, and when he saw his wife coming back, he shook off a painting and said with a melancholy face: "Hongdi is dead."

Po listened to it and didn't have the heart to look at the painting. After a moment of silence, he said: No wonder I heard firecrackers outside. Later, his wife told him that the painting had been given to him by a master in the Lotus Temple, and repeated the master's words.

Ah Bao seemed to have an understanding, and he asked his wife to hang the donkey painting in the central hall, and he knelt on the ground to repent of his sins. I don't know if it's a psychological effect, or if it really works, a few days later, the ulcerated lupus erythematosus on Bao's left buttocks slowly collected water, scabbed, and improved day by day.

Once, the wife opened the door, the wind entered the room, and the donkey painting in the middle hall was blown off, Ah Bao was lazy to hang it up, and stacked it aside, after three days, I don't know how to do it, and I felt a faint pain in my left buttocks, and put my hand into the crotch of my pants and touched it back, it was slimy, indicating that the symptoms of lupus erythematosus were rebounding again, to what extent, Ah Bao wanted to see it clearly, so he approached the table and took a small round mirror, took off his pants and took a photo, ah! The left butt is festering again.

Is it because the method granted by the mage is not working? Po put down the small round mirror and thought crankily while putting on his pants. His movements and demeanor fell into his wife's eyes, and the wife looked at the middle hall, which was empty, and said: Hang up the donkey painting again, and insist on bowing down and apologizing in the face of it, and eliminate the obstacles, and the sores on your buttocks will naturally be healed.

So Ah Bao opened the stacked donkey painting again, and his wife took it to the middle hall to hang it. Ah Bao painted a prostration, and there were words in his mouth: Donkey gods, please spare the mistakes of the grass people, the grass people because of their bad ideas, clamping the live donkey with iron clamps, resulting in the appearance of hot donkey slaughtering method, resulting in the live donkey suffering great torture, in this regard, I Ah Bao regretted it, and I hope to forgive the sin.

Po repeated these words three times a day in the morning, noon and evening, and after three months, the lupus erythematosus on his left buttocks was completely healed, but there was an obvious scabbed depression on it, as if someone had gouged out a piece of flesh from his buttocks.