Short essay

Wasn't the ground full of sunshine the past two days?

As a result, many elderly people couldn't bear it.

It's the same here.

Many old men and women are in poor health, and they can’t handle this kind of thing.

Under this premise.

An old man in our village couldn't hold on and passed away.

Out of care and the principle of mutual assistance, I was called over to help.

There was nothing wrong with this matter.

But when I got there, I was dumbfounded.

I don’t know whether it was out of grief or because the old man believed in Buddhism.

When I arrived at the scene, I found that the host had invited a great monk named Qing Yishui to chant sutras and pray for the deceased to be reborn.

Because we are a small place.

To be honest, I've never seen such a scene before.

Especially the big monk.

He was wearing a Vairocana crown and an ochre-yellow robe.

She was mumbling something to herself, which made her look very professional. It made me quite curious.

But after all, I'm here to help.

Moreover, it is a matter of rebirth, and it would be disrespectful for me to be too curious.

So I decided to help first.

Let’s talk about it after we’re done.

Then.

Something fucking happened.

Since there is a long queue at the crematorium nowadays, the family wants to bury the baby according to the old rules.

Since it is a burial, coffin is indispensable.

Then when I was hammering in the nails, I found that the nails couldn't go in.

This made those of us who were helping out feel numb.

Your uncle...

The monk was chanting sutras.

You can't fucking put down the nail? Are you playing?

Then after some hard work, I changed a batch of nails and finally nailed them in successfully.

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

That's it...

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, no animals can become spirits.

What are you doing so mysteriously?

After I finished my work, I started to listen to what the monk was chanting.

After all, I have to look up information when writing novels, and I know a few words about scriptures.

No matter whether it is the Ksitigarbha Sutra or the Great Compassion Mantra, we can at least memorize a passage.

Can I listen to what scriptures you are reciting?

Guess what happened?

Can't hear clearly! Not only can't hear clearly.

The melody of his chanting sounded like a hero's song.

So I had a question on the spot.

Could it be that this family was deceived by the big monk?

But after all, they were the ones doing the work, and I was too lazy to say anything, so I kept it to myself.

As a result, the matter finally exploded when the funeral was held in the early morning of the next day.

The old man's coffin.

Eight young men couldn't even lift it! Not only that, a wooden pole broke on the spot! The coffin fell to the ground.

This time.

Those who were throwing pots and jars and the group of people who were helping were all furious.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Especially the gentleman in charge of this matter said so.

This guy doesn't want to leave!

But there's nothing we can do. Things have come to this point. You can't just leave it alone, right?

So everyone changed the pole.

They hurriedly carried the coffin onto the truck and took it to the cemetery.

After the work was done, everyone started to grumble.

The monk chanted the sutras and earned the curse.

How could this happen?

Is this a lonely thing to read? So I asked privately.

Later we found out that this bunch of bald donkeys were charging as much as 16,000 yuan for chanting sutras for 24 hours!

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

Damn it…

These bunch of bald guys are really good at making money!

The scripture is unclear and sounds like a hero's song.

As soon as he finished reciting the poem, he couldn't lift the coffin.

How dare you charge 16,000?

This world is so magical.

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

Of course.

We are not feudal and superstitious.

The main thing is that there is something a little unnatural about this matter.

So today we went to worship the City God and pray for good luck.

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

The point is don't trust the monk...

Finally, please give me a ticket...

(End of this chapter)