What happened today?
After a while, Zheng Xiangrou suddenly remembered that today was the anniversary of her brother Zheng Xiangqian's death.
Every year on the anniversary of Zheng Xiangqian's death, Old Mrs. Zheng would arrive at the Buddhist hall early to chant sutras and pray for blessings.
The next day, they would release fish fry into the nearby river.
Zheng Xiangrou immediately ran towards the Buddhist hall.
The air inside the Buddhist hall was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood.
Grandma Zheng struck a wooden fish with one hand, held prayer beads in the other, and chanted sutras for rebirth in the Pure Land.
Xu Zhizhou knelt down beside Old Madam Zheng.
She has been kneeling here for several hours.
She just knelt on the ground, unlike Old Mrs. Zheng, who had a soft cushion under her knees.
There was nothing below Xu Zhizhou's knees.
She was still holding three incense sticks in her hand, letting the ash that hadn't yet gone out fall onto her hand.
It's very hot.
Xu Zhizhou's pale hands were covered with burn marks.
Snap.
More incense ash fell into Xu Zhizhou's hands.
Her hands were trembling slightly because it was so hot.
Today is the anniversary of Zheng Xiangqian's death, and also a day to pray for him.
It is said that those who die unjustly will linger at the place where the accident happened, unable to be reincarnated. If one wants the deceased to be free from suffering, on the anniversary of the death, the widow must hold incense, kneel before Buddha without fear of being burned, and devoutly chant sutras and pray for her deceased husband. Buddha will then appreciate the widow's devoted heart and deliver the soul to the Pure Land.
Therefore, every year on the anniversary of Zheng Xiangqian's death, Old Madam Zheng would have Xu Zhizhou hold incense and kneel in the Buddhist hall for seven or eight hours.
If the incense in your hand runs out during this time, you must replace it with new incense.
therefore.
Xu Zhizhou's wrists had both new burns and old scars.
Noticing that Xu Zhizhou's hand was trembling, Old Lady Zheng struck Xu Zhizhou's cheek with the wooden mallet in her hand.
Snap!
It was a really hard blow!
Xu Zhizhou's face quickly became red and swollen, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
Old wounds haven't healed, and new ones have been added.
Xu Zhizhou felt her entire face go numb, but she still held the incense tightly in her hand, kneeling on the ground with her back straight.
Like a pine tree in the mountains, it is aloof and cold.
Old Mrs. Zheng glared at Xu Zhizhou and angrily cursed, "You little whore, you can't even hold an incense stick properly! I think you did it on purpose, you don't want to pray for Xiangqian at all!"
"My poor Xiangqian! If it weren't for you, you wicked whore, he would still be alive and well! It's all your fault!"
Not content with hitting Xu Zhizhou with a wooden mallet, Old Mrs. Zheng kicked him several more times.
She poured all the pain of losing her son onto Xu Zhizhou.
Around the anniversary of Xu Xiangqian's death each year, Xu Zhizhou never had a good time!
Therefore, Xu Zhizhou got used to it.
Even as she was being punched and kicked by Old Mrs. Zheng, she still held the incense stick high in her hand, not letting it go out or fall to the ground.
Since she is a widow, she should shoulder the responsibilities that a widow should fulfill.
Xu Xiangqian died because of her.
How could she just stand by and watch Xu Xiangqian be unable to reincarnate?
The more Old Mrs. Zheng thought about it, the more distressed she became. Her chest trembled violently. She knelt before the Buddha statue and cried, "Buddha, my Xiangqian was truly unfortunate! He was so outstanding, so full of promise, but because he met this little harlot, he lost his life! He lost his life!"
"Please, please don't let him suffer in the underworld anymore!"
"Please have mercy!"
Hearing these words from Old Mrs. Zheng, Xu Zhizhou felt very bad.
yes!
She was only 28 years old when her husband left.
The best years of one's life.
How could she not be in pain as a mother?
At this point, Old Mrs. Zheng walked over to Xu Zhizhou and grabbed him by the neck. "You jinx! It's all your fault, you jinx! My Xiangqian gave you his life, but what have you done for him? You couldn't even burn incense and pray for his well-being! Tell me! Tell me! Has your heart been bewitched by some wild man outside?"
"Let me tell you, as long as I'm here, don't even think about those other men outside!"
Xu Zhizhou looked at Old Madam Zheng, his eyes red, "Mom, don't worry, I will never betray Xiangqian in this lifetime."
"That's for the best!" Old Mrs. Zheng glared, gripping Xu Zhizhou's neck tightly. "Otherwise, I'll make you wish you were dead."
A hint of mockery flashed in Xu Zhizhou's eyes.
Isn't she living a life worse than death right now?
She thought about it a lot.
Why wasn't she the one who died back then?!
"mom!"
As soon as Zheng Xiangrou entered, she saw Old Mrs. Zheng beating Xu Zhizhou.
Zheng Xiangrou frowned slightly.
What has this little brat done to upset her mother again?
He's no pushover!
She looks exactly like that little bitch from the Shi family.
Hearing Zheng Xiangrou's voice, Old Madam Zheng's expression softened a bit, and she released Xu Zhizhou's neck. "Get out! Get out of here! Someone as filthy as you doesn't deserve to be in the Buddhist hall, much less kneel here to pray for Xiangqian!"
Xu Zhizhou remained kneeling there.
It didn't move.
She cannot leave until the blessing ceremony is complete.
A look of disgust flashed in Zheng Xiangrou's eyes. She walked over and kicked Xu Zhizhou to the ground. "Xu Zhizhou! Are you deaf? Didn't you hear me tell you to get out?"
*Smack*
The incense in his hand fell to the ground.
Xu Zhizhou then got up from the ground and left the Buddhist hall with heavy steps.
Zheng Xiangrou immediately went over and closed the door of the Buddhist hall.
Realizing that her daughter had something to tell her, Mrs. Zheng immediately asked, "What happened?"
At that very moment--
Snap.
The string of the Buddhist prayer beads in Grandma Zheng's hand suddenly broke.
Ding ding ding--
The prayer beads fell to the ground.
The string on my Buddhist prayer beads broke!
Extremely bad luck!
This is a very bad omen.
Grandma Zheng's face turned pale, and then she heard her daughter's reply--
"Mom! That little bastard from the Shi family actually cured Brock!"
What?
how so?
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