Chen Zishen walked with his grandma for nearly half an hour and finally arrived home. His grandma took the bag in his hand and started to give his father the intravenous injection.
It was always dark at night, and even with incandescent lamps the light was not very good. His grandma was old and her eyesight was dim, so she couldn't see the meridians on her arms very clearly. But maybe it was because she had been practicing medicine for more than 40 years.
Although I can't see clearly, I can still feel some of the meridians on my hands, and I can prepare to insert the needle into the skin and blood vessels without even looking too carefully.
His grandma was yelling at his father in the house, and I don’t know if Chen’s father heard it. But one thing was good. Chen’s father finally stopped yelling and made weird expressions and said there was something wrong here.
Ghost, there is a demon there.
Another half hour later, Chen Zishen's grandfather, two or three other relatives and friends, and a Bodhisattva from the village came over on a motorboat. Chen Zishen's grandfather was calm and did not curse like his grandmother. He just kept asking about the living Bodhisattva.
How is Father Chen's situation? What the hell did he hit?...
(Machines and sailboats dare not drive fast at night. The river is dark and it is easy to hit things if you drive fast. At that time, villagers always liked to cast fishing nets in the river. The fish gradually became extinct. The propellers of motorboats and sailboats were also easily entangled with the nets.
, and then died together. In addition, it was difficult to start a sailboat in winter, so Chen Zishen and his grandma came on foot first, and his grandpa came back later with a few necessary people)
(Feudal superstition is prevalent in rural areas. There are always a few people in a village who are called Bodhisattvas. If someone has a darkened hall and is unconscious, they will usually come over to have a look, use their magic power, and then ask the patient to sit in the corner of the house under a tree.
Next...burn several stacks of hell coins for several days in a row)
(Although Chen Zishen’s grandma has received some education and practices medicine using scientific methods, she believes in Buddhism and ghosts. She is not very opposed to some feudal superstitions in the countryside. In her mind, medicine and feudal superstitions are not the same.
The fundamental point of conflict, the two can almost coexist harmoniously, as long as the patient can be cured)
The Living Bodhisattva was an old man in his fifties or sixties. He squinted his eyes in the room for several weeks and seemed to see something, but he couldn't explain why.
Zishen's grandfather asked: "Did he hit something? Is the situation serious?"
The Living Bodhisattva took several long breaths and said: "The ghost hit me, but I can't tell. The ghost is so powerful that it's hard to catch it!"
"Where did you hit it?" Zi Shen's grandfather asked anxiously.
The Living Bodhisattva still didn't dare to talk nonsense. He stretched out his fingers and pointed everywhere. After a long time, he still couldn't say anything clearly.
A relative stood up and said: "I think he bumped into something. The main reason is that he drank too much and was in a trance. That's why he was yelling like this. He got a few injections and slept for two days."
Of course it’s okay.”
Zishen's grandfather said: "It makes sense. Drinking is definitely the biggest culprit. But it's not uncommon to bump into ghosts when walking alone at night. Besides, he bumps into ghosts every once in a while. It's okay to ask Bodhisattva to treat him.
It does a lot of harm and no good."
Everyone nodded together, feeling that what Zishen's grandfather said was very reasonable. At that time, everyone looked at the Living Bodhisattva with expectant eyes, hoping that he could point out what ghost he hit, where the ghost was, and how to cure the ghost...
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The Living Bodhisattva seems to have encountered a very difficult problem. His expression is sometimes serious, sometimes surprised, sometimes as if he has enlightenment...
During the long wait, Chen's father turned over in a daze for some reason, vomiting yellow water from his mouth, and then said vaguely: "His Bodhisattva's magic power is not good, it doesn't work... He can't cure this."
Damn it!" After that, Father Chen closed his eyes and fell asleep again.
Everyone was shocked. They looked at Chen's father in surprise, trying to figure out the reason, but Chen's father seemed to be talking in his sleep. After spitting out a few words, he lay down again. Everyone, especially Zi Shen's grandfather, actually wanted to ask Chen.
My father asked me a few questions, but unfortunately my father seemed to have fallen asleep again.
Living Bodhisattva's face was full of embarrassment, his face was red and white, and he was extremely embarrassed. He wanted to argue with Chen's father, but Chen's father was a patient in a trance at this time. How could he take what he said seriously?
He was so patient, but Chen’s father was an adult in his forties, so even if he said something casually, he couldn’t treat it as a child’s play. At first, Living Bodhisattva was just embarrassed and embarrassed, but later it turned into embarrassment and anger.
He walked out of the door with a cold head and wanted to go home alone.
"Then go and invite a more powerful Bodhisattva. I'm an old man and I won't accompany you." The living Bodhisattva said angrily, patting his sleeves and rushing out of the door.
"Hey, hey, hey!...Don't be angry. His brain is almost burned out by the wine. He doesn't know anything. If you tell me, just think it's farts." Zishen's grandparents immediately politely begged the Living Bodhisattva.
Leave.
The Living Bodhisattva was held by two old men who were about the same age as him, and his face instantly felt better. The Living Bodhisattva also grew up playing with Zi Shen's grandparents, so he looked at the Buddha's face without looking at them.
I'll give it to him. Besides, in the middle of the night, as an old man of several decades walking in the cold night, isn't that asking for trouble? In the end, Living Bodhisattva was left behind by Zi Shen's grandparents.
It was almost two or three o'clock in the middle of the night after such a fuss. We are all human beings, who is not tired? Everyone yawned together, and they were very sleepy. Zishen said:
"Let me sleep with daddy. Maybe I can take care of him at night."
As he said this, he was about to climb into bed and sleep next to his father. His grandfather immediately grabbed him and said, "Don't sleep next to him. I'm afraid something might happen. Go back to your room and sleep."
Chen Zishen didn't seem to understand. He thought that maybe his father was really infected with the legendary ghost energy. His grandfather said this because he was worried about his safety, fearing that a child who was not strong enough would be infected with the ghost energy.
He always respected his grandfather very much, so he had to lower his head and go back to his room to sleep.
Chen's mother arranged for a few people, simply made the beds and let them sleep. Chen Zishen's grandfather slept with Chen Zishen's father that night.
The father and son, one in his sixties and the other in his forties, didn’t know what it was like for them to lie together. If Chen’s father was awake, what was he thinking? Could he sleep? Zi Shen
Where is your grandfather? Can he sleep that night? Or is he still staring at the dark Cang Ming?
…………
Chen Zishen woke up before seven o'clock. Since it was winter and it was not very bright outside, Chen Zishen's first reaction was to take out the magic book and practice some, but then he thought of his father again.
He thought: What should he do? No matter how much he was persuaded, he would still drink.
I don’t know how many times he almost drank himself to death—falling into a pond, riding a bicycle while drunk, and finally colliding with a big car... Fortunately, his father was lucky enough to have a chance every time.
Shockingly safe.
Chen Zishen walked towards his father's room. He was obviously too sleepy to drink. His father was sitting on the bed with a pale face. His grandfather had left long ago and he didn't know when he got up.
Zishen has always had the urge to risk his life to persuade his father not to drink anymore, but he never did so because of his face. When he saw his father's disheveled hair and pale face again, he made up his mind.
Thinking that it was time to make a last-ditch effort, if he couldn't succeed, he would stop struggling and worry about it, and just let everything disappear with the wind.
Zishen looked at his father calmly. His father saw that Zishen was uncharacteristically uncharacteristic. In addition, his father drank a lot of wine and was very nervous at night. Although his father wanted to say something, he was embarrassed to say it because of his face.
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Zishen held his father's knees with both hands, bent his legs, and knelt heavily on the cement floor. He looked at his father with a sincere face and said: "Dad! Stop drinking!..."
The corners of Father Chen's mouth kept moving, but he didn't say a complete word. In the end, Father Chen ended up with an embarrassed and embarrassed expression.
Chen Zishen was completely desperate. He hoped that the scene he was betting on would be that his father would be moved to tears, and then help him stand up with both hands and make some decent guarantees, so that his father would no longer be drunk and still be able to have a good time;
His father's embarrassed smile was the worst outcome he could think of.
There was gold under the man's knees. Chen Zishen knelt down to his father without caring about his face and begged his father to stop drinking. What he got in return was his father's embarrassed smile. What else could Chen Zishen say?
Chen Zishen stood up by himself, wiped away a few tears of disappointment, and said to his father with a smile: "Is there anything you can do in the morning?"
Chen's mother ran over and said, "Invite Zhou Bodhisattva, whom your father trusts most, to come and have a look. Other Bodhisattvas in the village are not working."
Chen Zishen washed his face, put on his clothes, and trotted to invite Bodhisattva Zhou who was far away with a smile on his face.
Along the way, Chen Zishen felt more relaxed than ever before. This feeling was almost only experienced by him, Xiao Wei, Tang Wanrong... and several beauties when they were together. Anyway, he had never had such a beautiful feeling at home.
After being completely despaired, he was completely relieved.
On the way, he unexpectedly met Miss Wang, who was collecting debts. She was wearing a beautiful purple dress, and her hair was neatly combed. Although she was average-looking, women only relied on makeup to look good. In the countryside, her taste and temperament were sincere.
A bit classy.
Chen Zishen walked towards Miss Wang with a smile, raised his hand and said, "Miss Wang, are you going to collect debts again?"
Miss Wang smiled and said, "Is that what you can call Miss Wang? I am not serious, and I am angry with you for being such a little naughty person. I haven't settled the debt with you the past few days."
Chen Zishen smiled evilly and said, "What's the matter? Miss Wang! Did you get pregnant so quickly? I can't afford the responsibility!"
He also knows why, he feels that he is more and more gangster than before. He was a good boy before, maybe it is because he stayed in No. 1 Middle School for half a year; or maybe he feels that life has not much fun anymore, and playing like a gangster is a bit boring.
I mean, it’s even more interesting, especially when you’re joking with a middle-aged aunt.
"You're not serious!" Miss Wang smiled coquettishly and walked towards him, raising her hand to slap him.
Chen Zishen laughed loudly and ran forward. When he arrived at Zhou Bodhisattva's house, he explained the situation, and Zhou Bodhisattva immediately followed him to his house after a long journey.
Zhou Bodhisattva looked at Father Chen's palms carefully, then opened Father Chen's eyelids with his hand, and looked into Father Chen's eyes. He didn't know if he could see any problem. Anyway, he saw a lot of bloodshot eyes.
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Bodhisattva Zhou asked Father Chen some questions, and Father Chen answered them very seriously, fearing for any omissions. Finally, Bodhisattva Zhou came to the conclusion: "There is a ghost on the big mulberry tree at the bend of the river bank, and paper money must be burned!"
Father Chen's face was full of joy and he said: "Yes, yes! I thought there was a ghost on the tree, and I bumped into the ghost on it."
At that time, Zhou Bodhisattva and Chen's father had dinner together. Zhou Bodhisattva was still a good person. At the dinner table, he kept urging Chen's father not to drink, but Chen's father refused to listen. He kept urging Zhou Bodhisattva to clink glasses and drink.
It would be wrong if he didn't drink. Not to mention his relationship over the years, drinking one or two glasses of wine was far different from the wine he drank yesterday, and it would have no impact on him at all.
Zhou Bodhisattva had no choice but to accompany Father Chen and take a few sips of the bitter wine.
After eating and drinking, Zhou Bodhisattva looked around Chen's father's house again and felt that it would be best to burn paper money in a corner at the back of the house. The place was full of yin and ghosts could just come and pick up the money.
When the wild ghosts get the benefits of the people in the earth world, they will be moral and stop disturbing the lives of the people in the earth world. If the ghosts are still restless and harming people, the Bodhisattvas in the village will deal with them.
That night, Chen Zishen accompanied Chen's mother to a dark corner at the back of the house with a heavy bag of ghost money. Chen Zishen lit a match and said to his mother: "Burn it? Can you burn it?"
"Well, you can burn it. It's a little late now. Once the burning is done, just leave and don't look behind." Mother Chen said solemnly.
"Oh!..." Chen Zishen agreed casually, and put a match on the red thin paper with the image of the King of Hell printed on it. The thin paper was quickly ignited, the fire was dim and faint, and there were a few choking smells of smoke floating up. If
If a passerby saw such a pile of yellowish flames on the roadside, he might have thought it was another will-o'-the-wisp. Ghost stories in the countryside are almost always caused by myths.
"Throw them all in!" Chen Zishen said nonchalantly.
"Wait a minute, you have to be careful when burning paper money and don't do it casually." Mother Chen said piously.
"It's okay, just burn them all. Besides, can ghosts really be picked up? I have never seen a ghost before. I don't know how those who talk about ghosts always see ghosts." Chen Zishen was very doubtful.
said.
"Don't talk nonsense. There are gods at the top of your head. Be careful that ghosts and gods hear you, otherwise burning paper money will not work." Mother Chen said in awe.
"Oh!..." Chen Zishen had no choice but to squat there with his mother, slowly burning paper money as if taking a shit.
After burning paper money for five or six minutes, he finally finished the work. Chen Zishen hurried back to the house, took out the book "Qigong and Martial Arts" and started practicing tirelessly again.
If you want to know what happened next, please listen to the breakdown next time.