Isn't this difficult for a strong man? Piao Ranzi had the intention to push everyone away, and then left. At a second look, there are all old men and old ladies around me, all of whom look seventy or eighty, of course, there are not a few who are fifty or sixty years old, who may be lazy to make up and dress up less, and look seventy or eighty.

These people pushed and shoved, and they didn't dare to break free, they were all old arms and legs, and they rushed to bring down a piece. Moreover, I heard that the elderly have osteoporosis, and if they break a broken arm and break it, everyone will not forgive it, and they will not bear it.

Drifting among the old people, they crowded into the courtyard. He raised his eyes to see that the courtyard of this house was spacious, and the three-foot high spiritual shed in the courtyard contained a coffin, incense, candles, paper horses, and melons and fruits in four seasons, full of offerings. On the left side of the spiritual shed, a pair of monks, knocking on the wooden fish, recited the "Ten Kings Sutra". A pair of Taoist priests on the right, banging on cymbals, recited the "Sutra of Doom".

Although Piao Ranzi's figure is not very tall, he can see the filial sons wearing linen and filial piety in front of the spirit shed, a foot away from the coffin, standing in several rows.

At this time, on the table in front of the mourning hall, there is a Taoist priest who places a wooden shelf, which looks like a marquee, and then lights candles on all sides of the wooden shelf, and brings a celadon bowl, which is full of red water, and a tablet is placed in the wooden shelf together.

"Young man, this bowl of brown sugar water represents the blood-stained pool. A toothless old lady beside Piaoranzi said.

"Well, I know. Piaoranzi nodded.

"Save your mother," said a white-bearded old man. "This is Mulian Monk breaking through hell and going to the blood-stained pool to rescue his mother Liu Qingti. ”

"Yes, yes," the toothless old lady said in Piaoranzi's ear again: "Mulian was born in a wealthy family, and after his father died, he went out to do business. Before leaving, let him ** Liu Qing mention and respect the monks. I don't want Liu's duplicity, slander the monk and scold, no matter what kind of nuns, Taoist aunts, monks and old Taoists, those who come to the door to change their fate, either beat or scold, and drive them away. When Mulian came back, he asked, and swore an oath to heaven, saying that if it was not good for the monks, he would not die well within seven days, and he would fall into the hell of Abi. The sky has eyes, and Liu died on the seventh day. Mulian buried Liu, went to find the Buddha Rulai, cultivated the golden body of an Arhat, met his father in Elysium, and lived a happy life. He went to the Abi Hell again, and saw Liu, who was suffering boundlessly. Mulian is a filial son, in accordance with the decree of Rulai, Guangjian Bon Festival, surpassing the evil ghosts in the world, and finally rescued his mother Liu from hell. ”

"You know the story, young man," said the old man.

"Yes. ”

"After a while, I will play Mulian to save my mother, educate future generations, and the filial sons will also feel at ease. The toothless old lady said.

"Oh, it's still a local custom that has been passed down for thousands of years. Piao Ranzi sighed, raised his eyes, and the monks on both sides flashed away, and a stranger came out. It's not that he looks strange, it's just that the dress is too unusual.

Piao Ranzi knew that this person was playing the role of Mulian Monk. I saw this person, wearing a purple and gold crown, a string of one hundred and eight red sandalwood Buddhist beads on his neck, wearing a white robe, holding a nine-ring tin staff in his left hand, holding a three-foot long sword in his right hand, and wearing a pair of straw sandals on his feet.

This Taoist priest who plays the role of a monk or a monk - dressed as a monk or a monk, as soon as he appeared, the two teams of monks and Taoist gongs and drums sounded in unison, and the sheng pipes played in unison, which was very lively.

Listening to the sound of gongs and drums, Piaoranzi felt that the years were going back, as if returning to his youth, and he couldn't imagine that the prosperity of the world was still stretching here.

He looked at the familiar scene, felt a little flustered, and stepped back. In this family, there must be an old woman who died, so she played the role of Mulian monk to save her mother and break hell.

"Don't go, boy, the show is just beginning. An old man in the back pushed Piaoranzi forward.

Sure enough, the hell broke began. The ground in front of the mourning hall is full of firewood, braziers, and a log, which is the sword mountain and sea of fire that symbolizes hell.

"Mulian Monk" stood in front of the filial son wearing linen and filial piety with a cane in one hand and a sword in the other, and began to chant:

Burn the incense and candles to the void, bow down to the dust and descend to the immortal saint.

A piece of sincerity is clear, and my god crosses the crane to the heavenly palace.

After chanting, he opened his eyes wide and shouted at everyone in the courtyard: "I am a monk in Mulian, and in front of all living beings in the world is Abi Hell, wait for me to go."

The drum music remembered again, and the monk waved his sword, walked forward in a roundabout way, and sang as he walked:

Life is in the world for dozens of years, and time does not look back in an instant.

Who can stay when the limit comes, and the floating sky can't help but swim forward.

Thousands of thoughts come and go, but the river flows eastward.

The mother's heart is unpaid, and the hell asks the root cause.

This "Mulian monk" sang while walking, as if he was going to the Yin Cao Road. After walking a few steps, it is like arriving in the yin and yang world, rapping, and walking a few more steps, as if you have reached the ghost gate, rapping a few words. When you come to the log, it is like encountering a bridge and stepping over it, and then you walk through the firewood, like going up a knife mountain, crossing a brazier, like going down to a sea of fire. In this way, he sang all the way, as if he had passed five levels and killed six generals in hell.

Piao Ranzi looked at it, all thoughts were lost, and the mortals interpreted the myth of the Buddha and immortals, which was nothing more than a wake-up call for future generations. But he is a ghost and a god, and he has never done anything like Mulian.

"Mulian Monk" came to the front of the mourning hall, jumped open the wooden shelf with a sword, revealing the bowl of brown sugar water inside, and the tablet behind, he pointed to the filial sons standing behind him with a tin staff: "When are you waiting yet?"

A person rushed out of the filial son, ran forward, picked up the celadon bowl, and drank the bowl of brown sugar water. The filial son raised the empty bowl above his head again, the bottom of the bowl was facing the sky, and the "Mulian monk" rushed forward, flew up a sword, and smashed the celadon bowl.

This filial son picked up the spirit card and retreated to his relatives. The families of the deceased knelt on their knees, wept loudly, and raised their mourning. At this point, it is equivalent to the hell being broken by the Mulian monk, and even if the deceased has gone to the Abi Hell, he will be rescued by this Taoist priest or monk.

When Piaoranzi saw the end, a tragic aura suddenly emerged. The old man and old lady beside him, some burst into tears, some sighed, and some were sad.

"Hell and Hell" Piaoranzi recited twice in his heart, and if he even went to the monk, he would have to survive his mother and get it himself

He doesn't have a sword, which is fine, he can go to the armory shop and the blacksmith shop to build it, and he doesn't have a nine-ring tin staff, but he has a jade flute. When Piao Ranzi thought of this, he felt sad, because he was going to go to the underworld to see where his mother was now.

Piaoranzi thought about it and left the house of the dead, this time, the old man and the old lady did not stop it. Out of the streets, it's almost noon, so let's rest first, drink saliva, and then go back to Water City.

Didn't Situ Tonghai Chenghuang of Shuicheng want to take him to the underworld? When he went down, he went to look for him, and when he arrived at the underworld, he saw the king of the ten halls of Yama and found out the whereabouts of his mother and father. As for themselves, if they are left to their disposal, it is a big deal to go to hell or be reincarnated.

A hotel with a fluttering wine flag and a lingering aroma of wine. Piaoranzi stepped in, and the bartender greeted him and brought the drinks to serve him.

After a few glasses of stuffy wine, I looked at the scenery on the street and was full of sorrow.

Draw the knife and cut off the water, the water is more flowing, and the glass is more sorrowful. Life is not satisfactory in the world, and the Ming Dynasty spreads flat boats.

How easy it is to be on the sea