Chapter 3 Who recites the 'Ksitigarbha Sutra' in front of the spirit (2)
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After wiping his face clean, the tiger's head stared at the Taoist idiot with a pair of rotten peach eyes, a little more pitiful and a little less naive.
Dao Chi thought about how his voice had become hoarse just now, and said, "You were howling really hard. Does your throat hurt?"
Hutou nodded, then shook his head, patted his chest, and said in a low voice: "This, it hurts." As he spoke, he seemed to have suddenly lost his energy, and his head drooped, his young face full of confusion.
Dao Chi sighed in his heart and said: "Since Dad is heading west, when the funeral is over, you can go up the mountain..."
After hearing this, Hu Tou immediately straightened his neck, widened his eyes, and his face was full of expectation: "Really?"
This is also a poor child. In other families, even if the child's brain is burned and his words and actions are clumsy, he is his biological father and mother, and it might be a little more painful. However, the situation in Wang's family is different.
The generation of Hutou happened to be the fourth generation since Father Wang regained his status as a good citizen. According to the laws of the Ming Dynasty, slaves returned to their status as a good citizen and could take the imperial examination after three generations.
Father Wang has lived in the mountains for many years, and although he does not value these things, brothers Wang Fuping and Wang Fu'an regard this as a major family matter.
Although the Wang family has a house and fields, and their descendants can be said to be prosperous, they are like duckweeds without roots. They can only live in peace through the care of the Wang family's clan house.
In the view of Brother Wang Fuping, as long as future generations study for imperial examinations, farm and study, and succeed in family affairs, they will not have to rely on others and live with their tail between their legs like they do now.
Several school-age children of the Wang family are studying in the private school in the village next door.
As the family gradually prospered, Hu Tou occupied the position of the eldest son and grandson. However, he accidentally burned out his brain. He was naive and stupid, and was inevitably disliked by his family.
Especially his mother, who focused all her attention on Hutou's second son, who was regarded as a "prodigy" by the villagers, and ignored Hutou, which was no better than her stepmother.
Tiger Head may seem silly, but he has a pure mind and is very aware of other people's likes and dislikes. If his parents and grandparents don't want to see him, he won't get close to them.
He was still a great monk. When Father Wang mentioned his eldest grandson, who was the same age as the Daoist, he asked him to take him to the mountain to keep him company.
Over the past few years, Hutou not only became Taoist Chi's little follower, but his relationship with his great-grandfather also became deeper and deeper.
Later, when Father Wang came down the mountain, he followed him down the mountain and served him closely.
But looking at his current appearance, he doesn't feel happy staying in this home.
The Taoist idiot nodded and said: "Of course it's true. I'll go to Master and tell you. You just need to follow me."
Hutou's body immediately straightened up a bit more, and the corners of his mouth grinned high: "I want to eat big..."
In his joy, his words became more and more awkward.
Dao Chi grew up with him, so he understood what he meant. He was talking about the great master.
He cried heartbreakingly just now, and now he is bubbling with joy. Only a person with such a simple mind can cry and laugh so wantonly.
The Taoist idiot thought about the old monk on the mountain, but he became even more worried.
Although the old monk acted casually and calmly, Father Wang was no different after all. The old monk became a monk and did not even mention his descendants, but allowed Father Wang to go up the mountain to serve him. This shows the deep relationship between the master and the servant.
The old monk was nearly ninety years old. After he came down the mountain, there was no one else in the Xishan Temple. If the old monk was overly sad, he would feel uncomfortable and there would be no one around to look after him.
Thinking of this, Dao Chi couldn't sit still. He immediately stood up and said to Hutou: "Go out and call your second grandfather."
Hutou didn't ask why, he nodded immediately and went out to call for someone.
After a while, Wang Fuan followed Hutou in.
Dao Chi's original intention was to say hello to Wang Fu'an and ask Hu Tou to come up the mountain, but when he saw the filial piety on Hu Tou's body, he swallowed the words that were on his lips and said bluntly: "Donor Wang, Master is alone here."
I feel uneasy on the mountain, so I asked Donor Wang to arrange for someone to go up the mountain to have a look, and wait until I get back to go down the mountain."
Although Wang Fu'an has never met the old monk, he has heard from his father and elder brother that the old monk is old.
After hearing what the Taoist said, he didn't hesitate and said: "Okay, okay, I will send the young man up the mountain."
The eldest son he mentioned was one of the three younger members of the Wang family who often went to the mountain to sweep the house.
At this moment, someone called Wang Fuan at the door, and guests came to pay homage.
Wang Fu'an went there quickly, and Dao Chi looked at the big wooden fish on the table.
"Ksitigarbha Sutra" is a sutra that brings merits to the deceased, with a total of more than 20,000 words. Under normal circumstances, it takes an hour to recite the sutra once.
Dao Chi recited it quickly here, but even if he recited it quickly, it would not take him half an hour.
The old monk’s explanation was to recite the Ksitigarbha Sutra a hundred times on his behalf in front of Father Wang’s soul.
I don’t know how many days the Wang family will be in mourning. No matter how long it takes, I am running out of time, so the Taoist idiot can only think of reciting it as much as possible every day.
It's noon now, and before it gets dark, I can recite it seven times, and I can say it more than eight times.
He thought about it in his mind and made up his mind. When he saw the tiger's head, he had to say: "Don't cry at the top of your lungs again. Dad will feel uncomfortable if you hear it."
Hutou nodded vigorously and said: "It's over..."
This means telling the Taoist idiot that he has finished crying and has no more tears.
The Taoist idiot stopped delaying and walked out of the west hall holding the wooden fish in his arms.
Seeing this, Wang Fu'an hurriedly came over and said, "Little master, what is this?"
The idiot said: "Chant the sutra."
Although my brother had given instructions before he left, apart from inviting the Taoist idiot to tea and fast food, he would wait until he came back to talk about anything else.
But this time Dao Chi opened his mouth, and Wang Fuan couldn't stop him, so he asked someone to spread a mat in front of the soul and invited Dao Chi to take a seat.
Whether he was a member of the Wang family or a visitor from outside, they all found out at this time that this young monk came down from the Western Mountain, and he looked over with a little curiosity.
The Taoist idiot just said no, made a Namaste to Father Wang's coffin, and then sat cross-legged on the cloth mat.
Following the "dong dong" sound of the wooden fish, Dao Chi's lips moved slightly: "The Chaoli Heavenly Palace is the first in supernatural power. I heard this. At one time, the Buddha was in the Trayasa Heaven, preaching the Dharma for his mother. At that time, there are countless worlds in the ten directions, which are indescribable.
It cannot be said that all the Buddhas, as well as the great Bodhisattvas and Mahasattvas, have gathered together to praise Sakyamuni Buddha..."
A string of "Ksitigarbha Sutra" came out, and the people around him couldn't help but be stunned.
"Ksitigarbha Sutra" is the most commonly heard sutra in daily life. It is not surprising to hear it. What is strange is that the speed of Taoist idiots reciting sutras is not the same as nowadays.
The clear and fast sound of chanting, accompanied by the sound of wooden fish, seems to be Sanskrit music, attracting people to listen attentively.
The Buddhist scriptures are inherently obscure and difficult to understand, but people inside and outside the spiritual shed couldn't help but become fascinated by them.
The courtyard fell silent, and everyone, whether kneeling or sitting, leaned forward and listened to the chanting with all their heart...
Half an hour seemed to fly by in the blink of an eye.
When the chanting stopped and everyone calmed down, they realized that they had been so fascinated just now that they were holding their necks, and now they were stiff.
Everyone looked at Dao Chi with more respect, and no one looked down on him because of his young age.
Dao Chi had already stood up, turned around and walked towards the west hall.
One is to move my legs and feet, and the other is to drink some tea to moisten my throat.
After reciting a sutra in one breath, his mouth felt dry.
There were voices in the courtyard again, and Wang Fu'an came in, followed by two young men, carrying a table of food for the Taoists to enjoy.
Dao Chi had breakfast early, and now his stomach was empty, so he was not polite, thanked him, wiped his hands and sat down at the table.
The Taoist idiot had a fast meal and rested for half a quarter of an hour to recover his nerves before going to chant sutras in front of the spirit again.
At this moment, before he could start, everyone everywhere fell silent and listened quietly to his chanting.
Dao Chi was eleven years old and his voice had not changed yet. His clear childish voice was mixed with the sound of wooden fish, which made everyone lose their minds again.
Unknowingly, half an hour passed by in the blink of an eye.
Dao Chi got up again and went back to the west hall, then turned back out after a quarter of an hour.
Over and over again, more and more people gathered in the yard.
The guests who came were reluctant to leave, and new guests arrived.
Although there are places for serving tea in the south hall and the east hall, everyone is already sitting in the mourning shed under the scorching sun.
It seems that listening to the chanting, my heart becomes purified, and I don't feel the heat at all...
Dao Chi lowered his eyes and recited the sutra with all his heart.
He has been reciting sutras for six years, but today he is the most pious.
Although he had always disdained the theory of ghosts, gods, and Buddhas, at this moment, he hoped that the Bodhisattva would really hear his chanting and return the merits to the kind and loving Father Wang.
Father Wang has raised and cared for him for several years. The only thing he can do for Father Wang, besides taking care of the tiger head, is chanting the sutra a hundred times...
Outside the yard, Wang Fuping had returned on horseback, followed by two carriages and some servants in green clothes.
Wang Fuping got off his horse and looked at the crowd of people standing in front of his door, motionless, like a god standing at the door, and couldn't help but be stunned.
Wang Fuping felt a sudden change when he heard the sound of wooden fish accompanied by chanting.
Others found this quick recitation strange, but Wang Fuping had heard it on the mountain.
The two carriages also stopped. Wang Fuping walked to the first carriage and bowed: "Old Master, we are here."
The person in the carriage behind has got out. He is a middle-aged man in his forties, with a white face and a beard, elegant appearance, and wearing a blue suit.
come over.
When Wang Fuping saw this, he quickly stepped back and made room.
The middle-aged man nodded slightly at him, then respectfully lifted the car curtain and helped out an old man with gray beard.
Wang Fuping saw that the door of his house was blocked by people, and he hurriedly wanted to ask people to give up space, but the old man stopped him.
The old man had already heard this unusual chanting sound.
Even the middle-aged man was unconsciously attracted by the sound of chanting sutras.
Wang Fuping didn't dare to interrupt loudly, but he couldn't just let the two distinguished guests stand outside the gate. He hurriedly stepped forward and whispered to the neighbors to get out of the way.
In a moment, an empty path was opened between the main entrance and the mourning hall.
Wang Fuping wiped his sweat, bowed and extended his hand to invite the distinguished guest to come in.
Amidst the sound of wooden fish, the old man and the middle-aged man walked into the yard and walked to the mourning hall.
Looking at the little figure sitting on the ground, the old man's eyes fell on his bald head, and a bit of surprise flashed in his eyes.
He glanced at the middle-aged man next to him, but the man was so fascinated by what he heard that he didn't realize it.
The old man sighed quietly and looked at the little back, showing some pity unconsciously...;