It's strange, especially when my mother stood in the room and felt the deepest. As the old monk recited the scriptures, the sound fell, and the originally cold room gradually became brighter, and even the original bone-thrusting coldness could not be felt.

It was estimated that only 20 minutes later, the old man Jiang stood up, walked into the west wing, looked around, and said to Widow Zhou: "Your Zhou Da is leaving. If you have anything to say, hurry up."

When Widow Zhou heard this, tears that had been exhausted continued to fall, and she shouted at the top of her voice: "Boss Zhou, you can go with peace of mind this time, don't worry about our mother and mother (mother and son). I will be happy with you in the next life."

Widow Zhou stopped hiccup?! My mother looked at Widow Zhou in confusion, but listening to Widow Zhou's words, she was aroused by the woman's family's worries, and she couldn't help but cry.

"The yang energy finally fell again, but unfortunately it was too weak." Old Man Jiang whispered, saying that the great way was ruthless, and Old Man Jiang asked himself that he could not break the word "worldly love". So he couldn't help but remind the fact that Zhou Widow Zhou Da's soul was about to leave, so that the affectionate couple had the opportunity to say the last words for a while.

It is a blessing for Zhou Da to have another chance to embark on the road to the underworld. He hopes that Widow Zhou can understand all this.

The house is no longer as cold as before, and it gives people the feeling of a normal house. It is thought that Zhou Da’s soul finally stepped into the underworld road, but the old monk’s chanting scriptures continued to chant, and it still resounded in this room.

My mother asked Old Man Jiang softly: "Master Jiang, isn't you leaving this Zhou Da? Why is Master Huijue still chanting?"

"Zhou Da's soul is so empty that he is afraid that he will not be able to pass the path of the underworld. This old bald donkey wants to give him more thoughts, which can be considered as sending the Buddha to the west and let him walk the path of the underworld."

This old monk is worthy of being a monk and is indeed compassionate. My mother sighed and completely forgot the old man who insisted on being Old Man Jiang's second uncle.

The old monk chanted the scriptures for Zhou Da for an hour before he finished the ritual. The Zhou family naturally thanked him so much that he must keep Old Man Jiang and Monk Huijue for dinner. However, the old monk Huijue said with an extremely serious expression: "If you don't succeed, you won't succeed. It's my merit to do rituals. After you eat, you will be done business. If you don't succeed, you won't succeed."

These words made everyone laugh and cry. Why is this old monk so confused about his mind? He looked as if he was hypocritical.

Only Old Man Jiang said strangely: "Don't pay attention to him, he's calculating."

After saying goodbye to everyone in the Zhou family, my mother went back to my house as Old Man Jiang said. Old Man Jiang and Old Monk Huijue didn't know where to go, and they didn't come to my house until almost 10 o'clock in the evening.

After 2 cups of hot tea were given to the two masters, my dad asked: "Master Jiang, Master Huijue, why did you come so late? I was so worried that you thought you were not here."

Old Man Jiang took a sip of tea slowly, and then said: "Although the village is far away, I often go to your house, so it is inevitable that others will have a guess. So, sometimes it is better to avoid people's eyes and ears."

My dad thought that was the same. In this environment, it would be better to be careful.

The two of them didn't sit for long. The old monk Huijue was doing the reproduction for the last time that Old Man Jiang suppressed. This reproduction ritual was done overnight, and it was not over until the next day when the rooster crowed.

With the old monk Huijue, my parents didn’t sleep all night. At the same time, my mother also specifically reminded her two sisters that they should not take out any incidents at home and could not disclose a single word.

Old man Jiang was very interested. He didn't sleep all night and just teased me. When I fell asleep, he stared at me and was so funny. When my mother, who occasionally brought him tea and water, often went out with goose bumps when she saw this scene. My father didn't seem so numb to me.

The night passed and the ritual was over. Old Man Huijue, who was a little tired, washed his face, had breakfast with Old Man Jiang, but did not sleep. He sat in the main hall with Old Man Jiang seriously. Looking at it, Old Man Jiang was going to talk about me to my parents.

Who is my dad? He is honest and honest but looks like a mirror in his heart. He is very knowledgeable about the world. Seeing the two masters' attitude, he knew that there was something serious about his son, and he immediately sat down in front of Old Man Jiang, and then said, "Master Jiang, if my son has any problems, you can bear it."

Old Man Jiang sighed, put down the teacup, as if it was difficult to speak. He pondered for a long time before saying, "Do you still remember what I said to you last time?"

"What do you mean?"

"Your child has no parental relationship." Old Man Jiang said this slowly, staring at my dad's face with both eyes, wanting to see what my dad reacts.

My dad immediately became nervous: "Master Jiang, what do you mean is my son still in trouble? We can never save him, right?"

"The disaster is certain. He is a boy's fate. He is born with a disaster. Taoism usually goes to the disaster by himself. This is inevitable. I said that he has no fate with his parents because he is a Taoist boy. He will always belong to me. It is not his fate to stay by your side. If he is a boy, he will probably not be able to survive these many disasters." Old Man Jiang said this very slowly, and he carefully considered the words and sentences, afraid that my parents would not accept it for the time being.

"Then Master Jiang, what do you mean is that I want to send him to the mountain to practice Taoism?" My father's face looked extremely ugly. This was simply unimaginable for him. His only son was sent to practice Taoism not long after the full moon? Impossible, absolutely impossible.

Not only my father, but my mother was also excited at this time: "Master Jiang, the child is still so young, I will not send him out. He is my son, the flesh that fell off on his body, I don't want this life anymore, and I have to raise it and support him. No matter what his life, I will block it as a mother!"

As soon as these words were said, Old Man Jiang immediately became embarrassed. Old Monk Huijue, who was beside him, couldn't help but recite the Buddha's name, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became cold.

"What are you talking about, your wife? How did Master Jiang help us? Why did you speak so badly?" The atmosphere in the room was dull, and my father saw the embarrassment of Old Man Jiang. When it comes to children's affairs, women must not be rational. This is the nature of mothers to protect their children, but my father must not behave like this as a man.

Besides, being a human being requires gratitude. Old Man Jiang not only saved his son, but also gave him a gift and gave his son a merit. How could he embarrass others like this?

My father rarely loses his temper with my mother. When this yells, my mother is stunned at first, then she hears the meaning, her face immediately turns red, and she quickly apologizes to Old Man Jiang: "Master Jiang, I'm sorry, I was really excited just now. After all, he is so young, I can't bear it."

Old Man Jiang waved his hand, stood up and sighed, and said, "I won't blame you for this matter. If any parents don't accept their son's health, they will be better off. They will be separated from him. In fact, it is fate that I save your son, and it is my duty to be so good to him. There is a rule in our lineage that when it comes to fortune telling, it is not your own body, but when it reaches a certain level of cultivation, there will naturally be a response."

Speaking of this, Old Man Jiang paused, raised his hands, walked back and forth in the main hall, and thought for a while before saying, "A few years ago, I vaguely sensed that I would have a fate of master and disciple, and there would be disciples to inherit what I learned. I wandered alone and had a disciple at this age, which was also a happy event. I went to find someone and helped me calculate it. I pointed out that my disciples would probably appear in this area. He asked me if I would calculate it in detail. I refused. After all, he had to pay a certain price to see the way of heaven. I don't want to owe him too much favors. I have to pay back the favors I owe. If I don't pay them back, the cause and effect will be destined to be repaid to my disciple, which I don't want to see."
Chapter completed!