“Woooooooooooo…”

At midnight, the wind was roaring on the ancient road beside the mountains and rivers. The moon-black head had just passed, and the shaking branches were like ghosts and monsters, emitting a cold and cold air everywhere. Suddenly, two teams of people appeared in front of them, one in red and the other in white, walking towards each other, and you could vaguely hear the sound of drums and music, especially the lyrics were even more fluttering like ghosts.

The boy breathed rapidly, his whole body was cold and he was trembling. The night was dark, and there was only a blood moon hanging low in the sky. Looking forward, I couldn't see the appearance of the two groups of people clearly. The floating figures looked even more strange, as if a gust of wind could blow away.

"After the first update, I was wearing torn clothes, my parents decided to match me with my husband, and he left us mother and son so lonely..."

"Three cannons outside the mansion gate, the sedan chair is started, in short, the gong is ringing and the colorful silk is neat..."

Suddenly, for some reason, the boy appeared among the two groups of people. He looked forward and couldn't help but feel a little sad. It turned out that a group of people in vegetarian clothes were mourning. The coffin wrapped in white silk was particularly creepy, and what made people feel even more chilled was that those who were playing the tune of "Crying Emperor" were all black and had no white eyes.

Behind was a group of brides, and it was full of red. The people in front were dancing flower dances, while the people in the back were playing the joy of "The Song of the Luan and Phoenix". Everyone's eyes were red and there were no whites. The originally joyful lyrics and music also seemed particularly weird at this moment.

Soon two teams crossed by the boy. Just as the sedan chair and the coffin came in front of him, the boy could clearly see the dead body lying inside through the coffin. What frightened him was that the dead body was actually laughing at him, but his voice was crying: "I died so miserably, please help me and let me go out."

The boy was so scared that he shivered and quickly turned his head. He happened to see the bride in the sedan chair. He lifted the curtain and stared at him with a ferocious look on his face. He smiled suddenly. Many black cracks broke out on his face, and his eyes were still bleeding: "Hey hehe, young master, come on, don't pay attention to that dead man, I killed him!"

"Ah..., help! Help! Help! Save me!"

With a loud scream, all the scenery disappeared, the boy sat up suddenly, gasped violently, and the cold sweat had already made his whole body soaked. It turned out to be a dream!

"What's wrong with Dongdong? Don't be afraid, Mom is here, Mom is here." A middle-aged woman hurried over and hugged the boy in her arms: "Did you have that dream again?"

"Well, cough cough cough..." The boy nodded slightly, leaned in his mother's arms, still trembling slightly.

This is a monastery in Fayan Temple. It has a very simple decoration. There are only two narrow beds, one table, and a brocade futon in front of the table. Unlike other monastery, this room has no electrical appliances, and only a bronze lamp with lotus seats dances in front of a bronze ancient Buddha twenty centimeters high. As the saying goes, the green lamp is accompanied by the ancient Buddha, and the merits are repaid.

The boy's name is Jiangdong, and he is just sixteen years old this year. His father is doing business and his mother teaches in college. He has a wealthy family. He can be said to be a genuine rich second generation. As the saying goes, every family has a difficult sutra, but this seemingly very happy family has problems with this only son.

Jiangdong was born on the first day of the 12th month of the year, and it happened to be the total lunar eclipse. This seemingly ordinary day is extremely rare in Yin and Yang studies. This time once in sixty years... the eight characters are the lightest, and it reaches the extreme!

If the eight characters are light, the fate will be more difficult, and evil spirits will always accompany each other. And the eight characters are lightest, and it is extremely rare. The fate of such people is even worse than that of the reincarnation of boys and girls, and they are rarely adults.

"Squeak--" The door of the monastery opened, and a master walked in with two young masters, looking worried: "Donor Fang, what's wrong with the child?"

Jiangdong's mother frowned, looked at the child in her arms lovingly, shook her head and said, "I'm still having that dream. Master Hongji, please think of another way. It's been eighteen days."

Master Hong Ji walked to the bed, looked at Jiang Dong's pupils, looked at him for a long time before whispering: "Please donor Fang, please." The two of them immediately arrived outside the house.

"Master, how about it?" Jiangdong's mother Fang Cui asked anxiously.

"Donor, please forgive me for saying that the child's fate is light and his horoscope is also very dark when he was born. He will definitely be weak and sick, and he will be destined... well... he will not live long. Is there any way for the hospital?" Master Hong Ji's face was full of sword eyebrows, and his face highlighted a Zen style.

Fang Cui shook her head weakly: "When I came here, the hospital issued a notice of critical illness, saying that the physiological function of the whole body was declining, and it was only a month old. Master, you see, my son can still..."

"This kind of soul-suspending dream is extremely rare. From the first time, it is usually... sad to be banana 7."

"Ah!? My child has three days left? Woo woo woo woo woo..." Fang Cui couldn't control herself and covered her face and cried bitterly: "My son, you have to have a few things, how can I live it!"

Master Hongji hurriedly advised: "Namo Amitabha, please take care of the donor. Although Xiaodong's fate is not good, he has accumulated virtue and done good deeds over the years and has received many blessings. I believe that my Buddha will come to take him in."

Fang Cui looked worried and couldn't resolve it: "Master, I don't understand. My son was born to be miserable and did so many good deeds. Why did he suffer such mental and physical torture in the end?"

Hong Ji sighed and said, "As the saying goes, cause and effect of three lives cannot be explained by this life."

Fang Cui's eyebrows relaxed slightly: "If you can really get my Buddha's guidance, you can... you can also comfort me."

"Amitabha. Don't worry, your ancestors believed in my Buddha for three generations, and I believe Xiaodong would be blessed. Well... let his father come tomorrow." Master Hongji Gu Jing Wubo left with his two disciples after he said that.

Jiangdong's father Jiang Yan has been busy funding Hope Primary School and releasing animals these days, of course, all of them are in the name of Jiangdong. Perhaps what Master Hongji said is right. Although the blessings obtained by doing good cannot increase Jiangdong's life span in this life, they can be guided by the Western Paradise. From Jiangdong to Fayan Temple, the master has been burning incense and chanting scriptures for him. Each time the incense is higher in the middle than both sides, and the sides are even.

If you are vegetarian and chanting Buddha's name or believe in the Tao, you will know that this incense is called innocence. If it is higher than at least one incense head on both sides, it is called small innocence, which means that there is a arrival of immortals and gods. If it is higher than one third, it is called great innocence, which means that the Buddha is coming. The incense burned at the time of Jiangdong's death has always been small innocence, which is also a sign of guidance from the top.

For the Jiang family, these two days were almost passing by in a flash, and time passed by quickly. Time was like quicksand between their fingers, and they couldn't even keep it. Jiangdong became even thinner, and it was another nightmare for two consecutive nights, which completely lost his eyes and there was not much fire of life.

Early on the morning of the third day, Master Hongji and more than a dozen disciples were busy, and they wanted to do a ritual for salvation for Jiangdong. That night, Jiangdong's bedroom moved to the largest monastery. According to Master Hongji, the queen Wu Zetian lived in this room when she became a monk. Now Wu Emperor has already returned to his position and become a god, hoping to borrow some of the queen's spirit.

Master Hongji led eighteen disciples to recite the original vows of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva for Jiangdong from nine o'clock in the evening. An incense burner was placed in front of the bed, and the incense was kept offering, and each time it was still innocent, which also gave Jiang Yan and his wife a little comfort, which was originally in pain.

Jiangdong was lying on the bed at this moment without many vital signs, but his consciousness was very clear. He vaguely saw a golden light curtain above his body. As the master chanted, many golden words were integrated into it. In addition, many light spots came from all directions. Through the years of practicing Buddhism, Jiangdong knew that it was the power of the people who had helped him. Like the scriptures chanted by the master, he was flying quickly into the light ball, like a moth to the fire.

This strange phenomenon slightly relieved the severe pain of parting with relatives. Although he practiced Buddhism devoutly, it was still difficult to believe that the Pure Land really existed. Seeing this light ball was like a dream, the sad heart had a hint of throbbing and expectation. The driving force of curiosity made him have a little real yearning for that Pure Land.

As time went by, Jiangdong's consciousness began to float a little, as if he wanted his soul to leave his body. On several occasions, he actually floated up and looked down at himself. Even the surrounding houses became increasingly faded. When he looked up, he saw the stars in the sky, which was clearer and clearer before.

"Am I going to die..." Jiang Dong looked at his body and his parents sitting at the bedside, and his deep attachment and reluctance surged into his heart.

The golden light began to change, slowly stretched, slowly extending towards the western sky, like a golden avenue that was spreading. In the distant western sky, there was also a golden avenue coming here: "Is that the Buddha's guidance... Can I really go to the Western Paradise?"

"My son, don't leave. How can you let mom pass if you leave..." Fang Cui lay on Jiang Dong, snot and tears, and she had already cried into tears, and fainted several times.

Jiang Yan was speechless. He was burly and as if he was a knife. He looked like a strong man, but at this moment he was already tearful and was holding his son's hand tightly, for fear that he would never be able to hold it anymore as soon as he let it go. He looked up at his watch and found it was already eleven. According to Master Hong Ji's prediction, the guidance should be in this half hour, and in half an hour, the couple would be separated from their children.
Chapter completed!