Chapter 96 Tang Gong

Tang Gongmingpin, Xin Chou Jinshi, is sick in his body. When he is dying, he suddenly feels that the heat of his lower body is gradually rising, and when he reaches the legs, his feet die, and when he is in his abdomen, his legs die, and his heart is the most difficult to die. The past of childhood, dusty memories, like a tide, rushed into my mind with my efforts. When good things come, the mood is quiet, and when evil things come, they are annoyed and annoyed. It seems that the situation is embarrassing and painful, which can not be described by words. I still remember that when I was seven or eight years old, I took out a bird's nest to kill the sparrow, and my heart was full of blood, and it took a long time to calm down. After recalling what he had done in his life, the hot air rotated, penetrated his throat into his brain, broke out of the top door, and soared up, like cooking smoke. After dozens of quarters of hours, the soul was separated from the body and died.

The soul is in no return, wandering in the wilderness. He met a giant on the road, dozens of feet tall, and he captured Tang Gong and put it in his sleeve. The soul is in the sleeve, the space is cramped, and it is full of all kinds of ghosts, rubbing each other's shoulders and huddled together. The air in the sleeve is cloudy, dizzy and tight, and it is extremely uncomfortable. Tang Gong thought, "Only Buddhism can solve this disaster." Thinking of this, the Buddha's name was only three or four sounds, and his body floated out of his sleeves. The giant captured him again, grabbed him three times, and left him alone.

Tang Gong is wandering independently and doesn't know where he will go. Thinking of the Buddha in Xitianling Mountain, I went west. Not long after walking, a monk by the roadside sat quietly and put his hands together. Tang Gong came forward to ask for the way. The monk said, "After the death of the literati, his name is recorded in the book, and it is under the control of Wen Quxing and the Monkey King Kong. First, it is not too late to find them to cancel the registration, and then set the itinerary."

Tang Gong asked where the two were located. According to the monk's guidance, he went to visit and came to the saint's temple. He saw Confucius sitting in the south and fell to the ground to explain his intention. Kong Sheng said, "I have to find Emperor Wenqu about selling the name."

Tang Gong had no choice but to visit Wenqu Xingjun again. There was a god in the pavilion. His appearance was exactly the same as the legendary Wenqu Xing in the world. The emperor said, "The prince's heart is sincere, and his life is not over. However, the skin is rotten. If you want to be reborn, you can't do it without the power of the Bodhisattva.

Tang Gong was taught in his heart, and then went to Guanyin Bodhisattva, to a bamboo forest, a temple in the forest. Tang Gong walked into the hall and saw that the Bodhisattva's snail bun was solemn, his face was like a full moon, holding a willow bottle, coming forward to salute, kowtowed in awe, and relayed the emperor's words. The Bodhisattva's face was difficult, and Tang Gong pleaded bitterly. A venerable man next to him said, "Please use the Bodhisattva. Mmana, pinch the soil for meat, and fold the willow for the bone. The Bodhisattva nodded, broke the willow branches in his hand, poured water in the bottle, mixed the pure land as mud, patted the mud on Tang Gong, and ordered the boy to send it back to Yang, so that the soul and body were combined into one. I only heard a groan in the coffin. Tang Gong was cured. His family opened the coffin lid and helped him out. It had been seven days.