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short essay

short essay

Wasn’t it sunny everywhere the past two days?

As a result, many elderly people could no longer bear it.

So is we here.

Many old men and women are in poor health, and they can't resist it all at once when they encounter this problem.

Under such a general premise.

An old man in our village couldn't resist and left.

Out of the principle of caring and helping each other, I was called over to help.

This was nothing at first.

But when I got there, I was dumbfounded.

I don’t know if the host’s family is out of grief or because the old man believes in Buddhism.

When I arrived, I found that the host’s family had invited a great monk from Qingyishui to chant sutras and turn mantras to achieve salvation in the afterlife.

Because we are a small place here.

To be honest, I have never seen this battle before.

Especially the great monk.

He was wearing a Vairocana crown and an ocher yellow robe.

The small mouth was mumbling something, which made me look more professional, which made me quite curious.

But after all, we are here to help.

Moreover, it is a matter of the past life, so it seems disrespectful for me to be too curious.

So I decided to help first.

Let’s talk about things after we’re done.

Then.

Something really happened.

Since there are now queues at the crematorium, the family has to bury them according to the old rules.

Since burial is carried out, longevity materials are indispensable.

Then when I was driving the nails, I found that the nails could not be driven in.

At this moment, the few of us who helped were paralyzed on the spot.

Your uncle’s…

The monk stood aside and recited sutras.

Can't you fucking remove the nails?

How about playing?

Then after struggling together, I changed the nails and nailed them in smoothly.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

exactly…

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, animals were unable to become spirits.

What are you doing so mysteriously?

After finishing my work, I started to listen to what the great monk was saying.

After all, I have to look up information when writing novels, and I know a few sentences about this scripture.

Regardless of whether it is the Ksitigarbha Sutra or the Great Compassion Mantra, I can still memorize a section.

Is it okay for me to listen to what scriptures you recite?

Guess what?

Can't hear clearly!

Not only can't you hear clearly.

The melody of his chanting sounds like a hero song.

So I had a question on the spot.

Could this family have been tricked by a great monk?

But after all, I was busy doing things and I was too lazy to talk, so I held back.

As a result, when the funeral was held early the next morning, things completely exploded.

The old man's coffin.

Eight big boys couldn't lift it!

Not only that, but a wooden pole broke on the spot!

The coffin suddenly fell to the ground.

This time.

The people who broke pots and pots and those who helped were all in trouble.

Especially when the gentleman in charge of this matter said so.

I really don’t want to leave!

But there's no way, things have come to this damn point, you can't just leave it alone, right?

So everyone changed the pole.

I hurriedly carried the coffin to the truck and took it to the cemetery.

After the business was done, everyone started muttering.

The great monk recited the sutra and earned the mantra.

How could something like this happen?

Is this a lonely thing to read?

So I asked about it privately.

As a result, we found out that the charge for these bald donkeys to recite sutras 24 hours a day was as high as 16,000 yuan!

When I heard this, I was stunned on the spot.

Damn...

These guys are still trying to make money!

I can't hear the scripture clearly, it still sounds like a hero song.

After reciting with the front foot, the back foot cannot lift the coffin.

How dare you charge 16,000?

This world is so magical.

Then, because the matter was a bit mysterious, the few of us who were helping were afraid that something might be wrong, so we decided to pay our respects to the City God.

Of course.

We are not feudal and superstitious.

The main reason is that there is something unnatural about this matter.

So today we went to the City God to pay our respects and wish him happiness.

Finally, I wish you all peace, joy, longevity and good health.

The point is, don’t trust the great monk...

Finally, please give me a vote...

(End of chapter)


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