Twenty years later, on a street in Liuyin City on the south bank of the Yangtze River, a boss named Du Xiong opened a tailor shop. Du Xiongren was young, looked too weak, his face was fair, and he was a little handsome, but unfortunately he suffered from polio when he was young, leaving an unsightly and painful sequelae, that is, one of his left feet was deformed by cramps, and became small and crooked, so that he walked with a limp, and had a wooden cane in his hand for a long time. In fact, the master did not teach him with his heart, most of him relied on his knowledge and understanding to get the "true inheritance", and he was naturally able to cut and sew clothes and ornaments independently, and it was novel and chic, so that the master had to praise him.

Du Xiong is a person with a heart, thinking that after working with the master for a long time, there is no interest, so it is better to work alone, so with the help of his father, he opened a tailor shop, and the business is very good. He loves to use his brains, designed a novel style of simulation uniform, once listed, in short supply, as a result, he also brought a few apprentices, working overtime day and night, only a month net income of tens of thousands of yuan, a few months down, he has a warm purse, there is a female apprentice who is not good-looking and a little ugly to take the initiative to throw flattery to him, he is unmoved, but the female apprentice persevered to send him an amorous signal, which made others know, so he privately matched: Liu Li is interesting to you, you just agreed, this may be fate.

Du Xiong smiled bitterly and remained silent. Others felt that Du Xiong thought she was not good-looking, so they tactfully broke it: You have to consider your own conditions. Du Xiong sighed, knocked on the wooden staff and said: I admit it.

Then, the two held hands and arranged for marriage. Sometimes, someone avoids Liu Li and says to Du Xiong: If your legs are good, plus you can make money, you will be able to find a good-looking woman. The implication is that your wife is ugly and ugly. Of course Du Xiong knew it, he sighed again, remembering that compared with his wife's condition, it was half a catty to eight taels, so he had to accept his fate, but the disgusted impression of his wife always appeared in his mind, she was not only ugly, but also had a scar on the top of her head with sparse hair. As he was silent, he heard a rumor that the hospital in that city in Peiping was highly skilled and could cure lameness, and the treatment was to beat the lame bent foot board, and then correct and cure it. If you are cured and your own conditions have changed, you can marry a handsome daughter-in-law.

This latent idea naturally became his desire, he planned to go to Peking for lameness correction surgery, and often told this idea to the customers who came to the tailor shop, so that the customers felt how he hated his lameness, and the customers encouraged him to go to Beiping, he had money, and he did not worry about the travel expenses, so he really went to Beiping, and searched all the hospitals in that city, but it backfired, saying that his lameness was fixed and there was no way to cure it. In this way, he was very discouraged, and after running so far in vain, he still had to return on crutches.

On his way back, he passed by the White Horse Temple and heard that there was a mage in the temple who had great powers and could know the cause and effect of the three worlds. He went into the temple to worship, and the master was dressed in a robe, with a string of purple prayer beads around his neck, and he did not know what kind of charm was in his mouth. His eyebrows were as white as frost and snow, his eyes were slightly closed, and when he was about to open them, Du Xiong held a banknote and said, "May I ask the mage, how much does it cost you to tell me something?"

Amitabha! The Master clasped his hands together and said, "Donor, please speak, what do you want to ask?"

Du Xiong was anxious for a while, and he didn't know what to say, so he said casually: Tell me about my past life!

The mage told Du Xiong to close his eyes and let him sit still for three minutes, and if he couldn't open them for three minutes, if there was a violation, the mage would not be sure. Just after three minutes, the Master said slowly, "The donor opened his eyes and listened to me." Du Xiong stared intently at the mage.

The Master said, "You were born in a relatively poor peasant family in your past life, your surname was Tian, your name was Shuisheng, you were blind, you had a bad fate, and you hanged yourself before you reached adulthood. Amitabha, your fate has changed a little in this life, so you should accumulate more good deeds. Donor, the world of Suva, the sea of bitterness is boundless, and the back is the shore.

Du Xiong asked with palpitations: Was my past life really so miserable? The master replied, "If the donor doesn't believe it, it's like a poor monk who didn't speak."

Du Xiong stuffed the banknote in his hand to the master and asked if 10 yuan was enough, and the master said: The poor monk does not collect money, but should give money, no matter how much, ask the donor to put in the merit box, and you will make a merit. Du Xiong complied, came over with a cane, patted one of his lame legs with his hand and asked the mage what caused it. The master told Du Xiong to close his eyes as he had just done, and he meditated again for three minutes, telling Du Xiong to open his eyes and listen to him talk about cause and effect.

Du Xiong is also a cripple in the first two lives, caused by a car accident, this is not the cause of his lame in this life, the fundamental reason for his lame legs in this life is that the first two have created evil, once, Du Xiong saw a gecko crawling on the toilet wall, so he playfully looked for stimulation, and poked off the gecko's tail with a cane, the gecko was resentful at the time, but it was helpless, after its death, this resentment did not disperse, and over time gathered into a virus, and then the time for revenge was ripe, it was attached to the placenta of Du Xiong's reincarnated bardo body, waiting for its birth, The manifestation of the virus is polio.

In this case, my lame leg is gone. Du Xiong became very negative.

You can't have resentment, you have to accept the cruel reality with a positive attitude, practice well, and maybe change your outlook in the next life. The mage said in a tone of enlightenment.

Waiting for the next life? Of course, Du Xiong believed what the mage said, but a resentment in his heart was not only not extinguished, but on the contrary, it was still accumulating. When he remembered what the Venerable Master had said, he thought that he had no way to do anything in this life, but he also had no patience to practice for the next life, so he said to himself some arrogant words blaspheming the gods and Buddhas: What is the use of bowing to these statues that cannot speak? I can't ask for anything. This kind of thought filled his heart, he walked in a hurry, the aisle, the crutches slipped, and he fell to the ground at once, and the lame leg hurt, he groaned and screamed in pain, thinking that he was really unlucky, and came to Beiping, not only did not cure the lameness, but made the lameness painful. A monk came to help him up, and he counted it down lightly: The living bodhisattva is good, but the dead bodhisattva is useless.

Besides, the iron door opposite the exit of the White Horse Temple is attached to a pair of door gods, the nose of the door god armor is particularly spiritual, when Du Xiong entered the temple with a cane, he smelled a turbidity, blinked his eyes and said to the door god B, brother, do you smell the smell? Door God Yi shook his head, and when Du Xiong approached, he nodded again, saying that it was emanating from the cripple. The two gods have the duty to take prevention and control measures for the donors with turbidity to enter the temple, which is not to prevent them from entering the temple, but to cover the people with turbidity with the god mask that is not visible to people, and then remove the god cover when they go out to deal with the turbidity.

At this moment, the door god armor took out the divine shield to cover the cripple's body, and the cripple didn't know it. Covered with a god cover, you have to follow all the way, the door god armor naturally follows behind, when the cripple is resentful in the face of the gods and Buddhas, the door god armor can also feel it. Generally speaking, the more resentment and resentment sentient beings have, the heavier the turbidity in their bodies. If a person has practiced for a long time and accumulated virtue and good deeds, has a frank heart and an open-minded temperament, there is almost no turbidity on his body, and some of his body also exudes a musky fragrance. And the cripple in front of him was particularly turbid, especially when he fell and was lame, he was helped up by the monks, and he was disrespectful to the Buddha and Bodhisattva, and the door god frowned and said: I will let you understand the power of the White Horse Temple today.