Chapter 43 Lower Yin Division, black and white impermanence! ( 11)

The silver moonlight sprinkled on the ground, and there was the sad cry of crickets everywhere. The unique fragrant smell at night permeated the air, woven into a soft net, covering all the scenery. What the eyes touch is covered with this soft net. No matter what is grass or tree, it is not as realistic as in the day. They all have vague and empty colors. Each of them hides its delicate points and keeps its secrets. At this moment, the white clouds are heavy, and the starry sky looks particularly high. Xiushui Village In this way, I was immersed in the dreamlike tranquility.

Because there was no lantern lighting, the three people had to step on the fragmentary moonlight, touch the darkness, and follow the general path to home. Grandma Fan is old and her eyes are not good. In this environment, it is equivalent to being blind. Well, just a few steps, a dog fell to gnaw mud. Fortunately, the weather is not over at this time. It's all cold, otherwise the pimples of the land will freeze, and she will have to throw her head and bleed. Liu Dashao saw that it was not a way. He had to let the village head of Tian drive the road in front. He supported Grandma Fan in the back and carefully went down the slope. He didn't dare to be too fast. He was afraid that Grandma Fan couldn't stand it. He took three steps like this and walked out of the messy grave completely. I don't know how long it had been. The wind in the middle of the night was cold, as if it had stabbed into the bone, making people feel uncomfortable all over. The three of them coincidentally tightened their clothes and put their hands into their sleeves. When I arrived at Xiao Mazi's house, it was almost eleven o'clock. The rural people were resting at sunrise and sunset. Now they are almost covered with quilts, messing with women, and seeing Lord Zhou. However, Xiao Mazi's mother is a little energetic. At this moment, she hasn't slept yet. She is sitting in the yard with a bench, knocking on her own baked pumpkin seeds while looking forward to it. She looks very anxious. It was not until I heard the call of Grandma Fan and others that I turned my worries into joy and opened the door happily.

"Chen's daughter-in-law, where's your old man?" When Grandma Fan saw that it was Xiao Mazi's mother who opened the door, she squeezed out a ball of ** on her old face and asked with a smile.

"The motherless man is probably still pouring food in the town, and he doesn't even care about the life or death of his own son!" Speaking of her husband, Xiao Mazi's mother suddenly got angry and cursed with her waist crossed: "In the afternoon, I asked the driver who drove the truck to talk to him, and I don't know if I met him."

"Ha ha, didn't you move the things I arranged before?" Grandma Fan walked into the yard, but she limped. It seemed that she had a cripple.

"No, no..." Xiao Mazi's mother waved her hand repeatedly: "Now whether my doll can survive, it depends on you. How dare I touch your things."

"That's good." Grandma Fan smiled and said, "It's all from the neighbors. You're welcome. I'll do my best."

"Then come into the house quickly! It's cold outside." Xiao Mazi's mother respectfully invited Grandma Fan into the house. The village head Tian and Liu Dashao also followed, while Liu Laoshi and Goudan's father went back early. After all, in the middle of the night, there was a woman in the room, and it was not good to hear.

Entering the living room, I found that the Eight Immortals Table, which was originally placed in the middle, had already been folded and hidden behind the door, freeing up a large space. The four small square stools matched with the table also moved to the corner of the wall and stayed alone. On the empty land, a rectangular incense case was set up, brown and red, almost a meter high. The surface has been finely polished, and some dragon and phoenix patterns have been carefully carved at the seams, but there is a corner on the left side, and there are some deep scratches on the case. It seems that it must be some old antiques. On both sides of the incense, two white candles were lit. There is a small porcelain plate under the candlelight. The belly is not big and the edges are round, which is suitable for making utensils for literati painting and mixing some light ink. Of course, this thing is in the countryside, but most of it will be used to hold pickled vegetables, no more, no less. It is enough for a family to have a big meal of rice, which is economical and convenient. Looking at it, the porcelain plate on the left is packed with some red **, which is very sticky, and I don't understand what it is. The porcelain plate on the right is much more plain, clear to the bottom, and there is some clear water at a glance.

"What are you doing? Sit down!" Grandma Fan pointed to the stool in the corner and motioned the village chief and others to sit down. Village Manager Tian nodded and went to move a stool to sit down. Liu Dashao and Xiao Mazi's mother also sat down. Looking at the serious face of Grandma Fan, she didn't smile as if someone else owed him dozens of yuan, and he didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd.

"It's windy at night, close the door!" After taking a look at the incense case, Grandma Fan said slowly. As soon as Liu Dashao was about to get up, the village head Tian took the lead and tied the door of the room tightly with a latch. After finishing these things, he turned around and smiled at Grandma Fan, "Xiangu, what else do you have to do?"

"No, thank you." Grandma Fan chinped her head, carefully opened the drawer of the incense case, and took out a tightly tied package from it, layer by layer, like a cabbage tied. But seeing that Grandma Fan pressed one side of the package with one hand, and the other hand gently untied the outermost knot. Her five fingers spiraled around. After a few turns, she successfully took off the piece of cloth, but this was only the outermost layer. Grandma Fan wiped her sweat and began to untie the bondage of the second layer, but Liu Dashao over there became thick. Curiosity, what on earth makes this old lady serve like a father? Damn, no, it should be more expensive than Dad! He thought about it here, and Grandma Fan's hands didn't stop there. After doing it five or six times, the original coconut-sized package was slightly thicker than the corn cob. After a few minutes, the thing finally revealed its true face, but it turned out to be a black monk statue, probably just More than ten centimeters tall, it is a mini pocket color. However, under the irradiation of the kerosene lamp, the statue is extremely bright, which refracts the light into a piece of fish scales and ripples all over, which is very beautiful. What's more strange is that Liu Dashao can't see what kind of material it is. If you say it's a stone, it can't be transparent like this. You can see the veins inside. If you say it's jade, Liu Dashao has lived for more than ten years, and he really hasn't heard of jade of this color.

Grandma Fan held the monk statue devoutly on the lotus seat in the middle of the incense case with both hands, lit three pillars of high incense, worshipped three times, inserted the lit sandalwood incense into the incense burner, and then her eyes narrowed into a crack, put her hands together, made an obvious Buddhist worship posture, and said several times: "Amitabha." But after that, what was the word was read, but Liu Da Shao couldn't hear it clearly. Anyway, he was crooked, nagging like an old lady on the street. The virtue of wrapping his feet was smelly and long, and his ears were old. Of course, when Master Liu grew up, he knew that Fan's mother-in-law did not read this, but the authentic Buddhist Dizang Sutra. Taking advantage of the moment when Mrs. Fan's mother-in-law was reading the scriptures, Liu Dasao jumped off the bench and began to tilt his head and look at the monk statue. However, he saw that the monk's face was round and his smile was good, but he was not fat. His ears were big and long. He hung down to his shoulders, wearing a sloof, holding a magic pestle in his hand, and riding alone. Horn, an extremely ugly monster. Is this the Buddha? Or Maitreya Buddha? Liu Dashao blinked and shook his head, as if he saw in the portrait that the Buddha was curly and fashionable, while Maitreya Buddha was like a pig head three, surrounded by fat three people. This monk was obviously not one of the two Buddhas. Unfortunately, Liu Dashao only knew these two well-known Buddhist figures, so he studied for a long time. Still got nothing, he returned to the chair tastelessly.

After reading the scriptures for about half an hour, Grandma Fan's small shriveled mouth like the Yellow River stopped exercising. Looking at the soaked white hair on her temples, it was obvious that she was also very tired. Take a deep breath and take a long and short breath. Only then did Grandma Fan recover her energy. He quickly put his hand into his pocket, spread the three paper cranes previously taken from Liu Dashao to the front of the statue, adjusted the angle of the paper crane, and turned their respective mouths to a point, forming a triangular pattern. Then he gently comforted his right hand with five fingers. He copied it in a plate full of clear water and sprinkled some on the paper crane, saying that it would be late. At this time, an incredible scene happened. From the lotus seat of the inconspicuous monk statue, a black ** flowed out, and he turned, turned, and then Turning around, the ghost turned into a curved circle beyond the three paper cranes. Naturally, the village head had nothing to say. He was 100% convinced, but Mr. Liu almost took off his chin and said for a long time, "I'm grass, round, damn round!" What he said is indeed true. The circle is really too round. Even if a professional painter uses tools to draw, it may not achieve this effect. That kind of natural roundness makes people unable to catch a trace of loopholes and errors at all.

Grandma Fan narrowed her eyes, and her left hand quickly grabbed the brush on the porcelain plate, stained it with a little red cinnabar, and hooked a round pattern outside the black circle. After all this, she put down the pen with relief:

"Well, the old body has temporarily sealed their soul. With the protection of the Earth Treasure King Bodhisattva, nothing should make any mistakes. The rest will be determined by their respective creation." Grandma Fan took a breath and said.

"Grandma Fan, is this monk the Bodhisattva of Dizang?" Liu Dashao pointed to the statue and asked curiously.

"Yes!" Grandma Fan nodded and bowed to the Buddha again: "If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?" The Bodhisattva, the King of Tibet, is in charge of all affairs in the underworld and wants to ask him for help.

"Isn't it right?"

"What's wrong?" Grandma Fan shrugged her eyebrows and turned around.

"I think your mother-in-law used to cast a spell before, as if you used something from a Taoist priest. Why did you invite a monk now? The Bodhisattvas are coming? Aren't you afraid that if these two participants are together, they will fight with each other? Liu Dashao expressed his doubts.

"Ha ha." Grandma Fan knew what he meant, touched his forehead, and smiled and said, "What you said is not right. If the monk goes to worship the Taoist Sanqing and the Taoist priest goes to worship the Buddha, it is a manifestation of deceiving the teacher and destroying the ancestors. There must be no good fruit to eat. But the old man is just an idle person who eats yin and yang rice. He has no school, and he has only learned some trivial tricks. God has a spirit. Naturally, he will not blame me for saving a lot of people. Besides, whether it is a black cat or a white cat, those who can catch mice are all good cats! Do you understand?"

"Is there such a reason?" Liu Da Shao can't laugh or cry.

"Of course there is. It's rare and strange."

"That mother-in-law, which one is more powerful, Dharma or Dharma?" Liu Dashao raised another question.

"This..." The wrinkles on Grandma Fan's face moved and she was in a state of thinking: "I really haven't thought about this problem."

"But I think each has its own advantages! The main attack of Taoism and the main defense of Buddhism are almost the difference between spears and shields, and there is no difference between them. After thinking about it for a moment, Grandma Fan gave an ambiguous answer.

"That's right, now that the soul of the three children has been stabilized, it's still a step away from the Yin Division. Success or failure is in this move. However, if the old man goes down alone, he may not be able to take care of everything, so he needs a helper." Grandma Fan said.

After listening to this, Liu Dashao hurriedly said to Grandma Fan, "Mother-in-law, please take me down. I'm not afraid."

Grandma Fan stared at Liu Dayao with contempt and said, "Do you think a place like Yin Cao Difu can be entered by living people?" Liu Dashao quickly asked, "What kind of person can go down?"

Grandma Fan said, "In the hell and even the land of yin, only people with extremely strong yang can go down. If a person with weak yang is taken down, if he is entangled by wandering ghosts and wild ghosts, he can't come back. Moreover, he has yin in yin in yang and yin in yin, so as to help him temporarily open yin and yang eyes, so as to be in the yin division. Identify the soul body."

"Mother-in-law, where should I find a person with extremely positive energy?"

Grandma Fan smiled and said, "Where can I find it?" Just look for it at your relatives and friends' home. If you find someone who doesn't know these three dolls, it's not a waste of time. Also, you have to go home quickly to find it. You must bring the person you found within three days.

Liu Dashao asked Grandma Fan, "Grandma, why must it be within three days?"

Grandma Fan said, "Do you know what fox odor is?"

Liu Dashao shook his head and looked at the old woman with a puzzled face.

Grandma Fan said, "The fox stinks is what the villagers call a stinky person. It is said that a long time ago, there were two couples who loved each other very much, but unfortunately: the husband died early at a young age. The wife couldn't bear to bury her husband, so she kept putting her husband's body in **. Later, the Yin Division found that the ghost had caught the wrong person, and the king of hell let the man who was caught wrong to make his own choice: it was Huiyang. To continue life, it is better to be an official in the underworld. The man chose to go back to Yangjian to reunite with his wife. The king of hell had no choice but to let him go back. The day the man returned to Yangjian happened to be the third day after his death. The dead and resurrected man can finally be reunited with his wife. However, from then on, the man's wife found that his husband had a rotten smell of dead bodies at any time, and no matter how the husband washed it, he could not wash it off. Later, the couple had children, but sadly, their children also inherited this smell. This odor has been passed down from generation to generation, and continues to this day, which is what people call 'fox odor'. Later, Yin Si knew about this and made a rule: if the soul can't return to the sun in the three days after death, he will never go back.

"Oh, that's it! There are so many ways in the next Yin Division. It seems that there is no hope!" Liu Dashao was a little frustrated.

"Well, everything is not that simple." Grandma Fan smiled and said, "Tonight is not good. Tomorrow, you should pay more attention to see if there are any eight-character hard children in the group of partners you know. If there are children with sunflower in the five elements, it will be done. But if it really doesn't come, time doesn't wait for people, and at the end, the old man has to be reluctant to go to the vagina alone. Speaking of the last few words, Mrs. Fan's tone was very resolute and did not hesitate at all, but this attitude also made the head of Tiancun, who was secretly observing, nod in his heart.

"Go back to bed! What's the matter with staying here in a circle? There is an old man here looking at it alone. Grandma Fan looked at the clock and said to the village head.

"Fan Xiangu, I'm not sleepy. Let's stay here tonight! In case something happens, I can also help!" Tiancun said with a strong smile, but the subsequent yawns could not hide his strong sleepiness. After all, he was frightened all day, and he wandered back and forth in the Lingguan Temple and the messy graves. This psychological and physical torture made the middle-aged man a little unable to hold on.

"You see, it's all like this. Why are you trying to be strong? Go ahead! Go to bed, all of you! The eldest daughter-in-law of the Chen family can clear a bed for me in the next room. Grandma Fan said.

Since others have said so, the village head Tian no longer refused. He picked up a kerosene lamp and said, "Sister-in-law, the road is dark at night. I'll lend you the lamp and return it to you tomorrow."

"Take it and use it!" Xiao Mazi's mother smiled.

"Hmm." The village chief nodded and greeted Liu Da Shao, "Little nephew, let's go together. I'll take you home by the way. I don't trust you alone."

"Well, all right!" Liu Dashao was a little reluctant: "I will come to see Guoqiang and others tomorrow."

"Grandma Fan, I'll lay the quilt for you first and use the one I got married. It's the best." Little Mazi's mother diligently brushed her sleeves and went into her room to rummage through the cabinet.

Liu Dashao walked to the door and was ready to look back at Tian Guoqiang again, but he was suddenly surprised: he raised his finger and said, "Mother-in-law, it's not good, do you see?"

"What's the matter?" Grandma Fan was stunned and looked along the place he pointed to.

"Guo Qiang, Guo Qiang's people are getting up!"

"Hmm?" The village head of Tian turned his head when he heard the words, but the result was very different from what Mr. Liu said. Tian Guoqiang and the three people slept well there. They were motionless. The village head suddenly became angry and said, "Little nephew, what are you talking about?"

"I didn't lie to you. I really saw them get up! Oh, why are there two?" Liu Dashao exclaimed repeatedly.

"Two?" Grandma Fan's eyes lit up and grabbed Liu Dashao's hand: "How did you see it?"

"I, did I just see it?"

"Do you have yin and yang eyes?"

"Yin and yang eyes, it seems to be something like that." Liu Da Shao stammered.

"That's good. You don't have to look for someone anymore. It also saves a lot of time. You can accompany me on the next Yinsi tomorrow!" Grandma Fan was overjoyed.

"What kind of riddles are you playing? Aren't the three of them still sleeping there? Why did you get up in a while and change into two in a while? Is it time to joke? The village head said unhappily.

"What he said is indeed right." Grandma Fan defended Liu Dashao: "Now these three paper cranes are tied together with the three children of Guoqiang, and what the eldest child of the Liu family said has become two, which is the result of the golden lotus seat of the Bodhisattva of the Dizang King tied their soul. At this moment, their soul body is indeed perpendicular to the body, so he saw two, one is a human and the other is a soul, but he can see it, you can't see it.

Early the next morning, when the rooster crowed and the sun came up, Mrs. Fan began to prepare for the matter of Yin Si. Before going down, Mrs. Fan called Liu Dashao to him and said, "Grandson of the Liu family, in a while, you will go to another world with me. When you get there, you must not wander around. You must hold my paws tightly and don't let go!" The two holes in their faces have to be looked at carefully. When you bump into the three of them, tell me quickly.