A middle-aged woman passed by the door of Ma Ming's house and was surprised to see Wangfu holding the words on the wooden sign. Wangfu, who was in trouble, took the opportunity to ask: Do you know where Village Chief Ma's family went?

I don't know. The woman said slowly: "What are you looking for the village chief Ma?" You're holding the wooden sign to ask him to help you protect the birds, aren't you? Wangfu confidently said: Bird protection is a good thing, and Village Chief Ma will support it.

The woman giggled and covered her mouth with one hand, as if to gag her heart. Wang Fulian asked a few words and laughed at something, and the woman said: Village Chief Ma was originally a hunter and often hunted birds, can you protect the birds and forbid him to hunt birds? Wangfu's heart was half cold again, if this is the case, isn't it a hell to look for him? Wangfu's mind was shaken.

The rising sun emitted a pink ray, and Wangfu's face also turned red, and the two "reds" converged together, like fire that made him anxious. There should be no hope for the village chief to find Ma, and he made a negative conclusion in his heart.

The woman walked away, and threw over a sentence: In the past few days, you should not look for the village chief Ma, his family is not happy, and his 4-year-old son is sick and dead. Wangfu decided to leave, no longer standing at the door of Ma Ming's house and waiting, he thought: If it is really as the woman said, even if Ma Ming comes, he will be disappointed.

He carried the package on his back and walked back with a wooden card, because he had no set goal, he walked very slowly, it was impossible to return to the bald old man, let alone Shi Ye, where to go back? He was a little depressed and slowed his steps.

Suddenly, a pair of young men and women came from the opposite side, the man was tall and thin, his eyes were gloomy, and the woman was slender, with tears in the corners of her eyes, as if she had cried when something didn't go her way. Wangfu estimated that this was a couple, and when he stood still, when he saw them approaching him, he held the wooden sign very high, tall above his head, as if he was afraid that people would not be able to see the words on it, and then said to the man, "Comrade, can you help me?" I was sent by the county wildlife protection station to protect birds and hunt in the lake area.

The man had already read the words on the wooden sign, saying that you came to the Lake District to forbid us to hunt? I am Ma Ming, a famous hunter in the village.

Hearing this name, Wangfu was stunned, and hurriedly turned the side of the wooden sign with words on it to his chest, and the other side was just a clean board. The person who came was the village chief, and he was not expected to help him protect the birds and ban hunting, as long as he did not interfere.

Wangfu didn't say a word, and walked to the side of the road, but Ma Ming stopped him and said What are you afraid of? I will not oppose you and will help you. I'm a hunter, but I'm not going to wash my hands from now on.

Wangfu didn't believe his ears, thinking that he was lying, and walked to the other side of the road, trying to escape. Ma Ming stopped him again and said, comrade, I won't lie to you, from now on I must help you protect birds and ban hunting.

Wangfu simply stood still and didn't leave, turned over the side of the wooden sign with words, and asked tentatively: Will you really help me? Ma Ming nodded, with a kind face. Wangfu didn't look like he was telling a lie, and asked rhetorically: You help protect birds and ban hunting, which is good for birds, but not necessarily good for you, are you willing to do it?

Ma Ming still nodded, and asked Wangfu to report his name, turned around and went with him to the house to sit and drink tea and talk.

The slender woman, his wife, had stepped forward and opened the door, her eyes always welling with tears, and from time to time a soak of salty liquid poured out. Wangfu, who followed Ma Minghou into the house, found out and remembered what the woman had said at the beginning, that their 4-year-old son was sick and dead, and his wife must have cried sadly over it.

At this time, Ma Ming politely took his wooden card, put it on the wall, and asked him to unwrap the package, Wangfu hesitated for a moment, thinking: Ma Ming is a hunter, I protect birds and prohibit hunting, it is not good for him, why is he so enthusiastic about me? Wangfu didn't know what to say, so he said straightforwardly: If you want me to untie the package, I'll settle down at your house, do you agree or not? If you agree, you will understand, and if you disagree, forget it.

Agreed, my house is wide, and there are two guest shops, so you can rest. Ma Ming led him to the left room and asked Wangfu to put the untied package on a bunk in the middle and help him spread it. Wangfu said, there are other troubles in living in your house!

What's the trouble you can tell.

Eating problems.

Ma Ming was stunned for a moment, and thought: It's okay to stay at my house, it's okay to eat for two or three days, if you eat too much, I don't care, my wife will complain. He furrowed his eyebrows, he had an idea, so be it! You eat at my house for two or three days, and then you eat pie rice in the village.

How you arrange for me to obey. Wangfu said happily.

After booking a bunk, Wangfu went back to the hall with him to sit, his wife had already made tea, and treated him as a guest, Wangfu felt a little flattered, but he didn't understand why the couple was so good to him.

Ma Ming's house is sitting north to south, the sun has shone into the hall, Wangfu is sitting in the hall, at this moment, the mood is as bright as the sun. Ma Ming and Wangfu slowly chatted about tea, and a topic surprised Wangfu.

After her son died of illness, Ma Ming's wife was depressed and depressed every day, and Ma Ming accompanied her back to her parents' house the day before yesterday, not far from Qinglong Temple. Anyone there who has something unpleasant will go to Qinglong Temple to draw lots and ask for hexagrams to solve disasters and turn misfortunes away. On the afternoon of the first day after returning to his mother's house, Ma Ming's wife went to Qinglong Temple, Ma Ming also followed, after burning incense and worshiping Buddha in the Daxiong Treasure Palace, Ma Ming's wife wanted to have another child, hoping to keep it, so she drew a lot, handed it over to the interpreter, said that it was signed, and the signature cloud: The family road has not yet been mourned, and the house wants to add a ding; Guanyin sent his son to accompany Deshao, and Mo taught all the dust to damage the Yin Gong.

Ma Ming's wife asked what it meant, and the interpreter said: Is there a funeral in your family recently? Ma Ming's wife said: My son is sick.

Do you still want to have a son? The interpreter asked.

Ma Ming's wife nodded. The interpreter taught: Then do more good deeds. Otherwise, Guanyin would not have sent his son, and even if he did, he would not be able to support him.

We've never done anything bad! Ma Ming stood next to him and interjected, and the interpreter stopped talking and put the sign back in its place - in a dark bamboo tube. Ma Ming memorized the signing, and always felt that the signer did not fully explain it clearly, especially the last two sentences, so he couldn't figure it out, so he said to the signator: Can you explain it again?

That's all I can say. The interpreter said slowly. He suddenly pointed to a tall monk in a robe and said, "You go to Master Huineng, he has a high level of understanding, what do you want to ask, what can he say."

Master Huineng was standing outside the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and Ma Ming walked up to him with his wife: Hello! Master Huineng, my family is not going well, and I ask you for advice.

Amitabha! The donor will ask what to say. Master Huineng clasped his hands together and looked at him peacefully. Ma Ming talked about his son's new death and mourning, hoping to have another son in the future to survive, Master Huineng said that every time people in the world encounter seven disasters and eight tribulations, it is all caused by karma, self-inflicted, even if the poor monks have achieved positive results and the Dharma is boundless, there is nothing to be done about this karmic precept, only karma is better than mana, everything is empty, cause and effect are not empty.

Ma Ming's wife interjected: I would like to ask the Venerable Master to teach us if we have another baby, can we teach us the way to relieve the misfortune and resolve the disaster, so as to ensure the safety of the heirs.