I descend into the world of heaven

The firewood seller came back. He put his hatchet in Chen Chu's hand, scratched his head and said sheepishly: "With your money, I can buy a small stall and do business." There is no need to get up early and go to the mountains at night to chop firewood. If this hatchet is not needed, why not give it to the noble man for self-defense..."

Chen Chu watched his brother leave. He lowered his head and looked at the rust on the hatchet. The blade was bright and there was no trace of blood. He couldn't help but nodded and said, "Fu Sheng Boundless Heavenly Lord."

The firewood was placed on the road to occupy a place, so he simply picked it up and walked down the street.

There were people coming and going on the street, and it was very lively.

Suddenly there was a faint sound of sobbing. Chen Chu stopped picking up firewood and looked along the sound.

I saw a sixteen-year-old girl on the street, with a bun on her head, beige clothes, and a brown skirt, kneeling on the ground. Words on paper.

Her eyes were full of sorrow, and there were still tears on her cheeks.

At this moment, two men wearing one red and one green young master's uniform with dirty faces were squatting next to her, teasing the girl who had sold her body to bury her father, asking how much money it would cost to sell her body.

When the man in red heard that the girl said she needed ten taels of silver, he laughed and said, "Oh? Why don't you let me kiss you first? If it's good, I'll spend money to buy you back!"

The world is bright and clear, and people come and go.

The girl who sold her body to bury her father could not bear the insult, but she did not dare to get angry, because the two people in front of her were dressed in beautiful clothes, and they were untouchable at first glance.

She lowered her head and begged: "Please let me go..." Tears welled up in her eyes.

There are more and more onlookers who don’t know the truth.

When the man in red saw this, he said: "It's bad luck! Look at the bitter look on his face. If you buy it back, you will be in trouble for eight lifetimes!"

He shook his sleeves vigorously and was about to leave. Unexpectedly, he was blocked by a Taoist priest carrying firewood. He became angry for no reason. He raised his foot and kicked the Taoist priest's firewood to the ground. He looked at the person with his nostrils and became angry. He said solemnly: "Whatever blocks the road, what to look at, and then wait until the reporter sends you in!"

The Taoist priest said nothing and silently collected firewood. The man in red robe laughed loudly, feeling that he had stolen the show, and walked swaggeringly to the other side of the street with his friend...

Chen Chu put the firewood neatly next to him, looked back at the man in red robe, stretched out his index finger and took out a piece of silver from his body and placed it in front of the girl: "Take it to bury your father."

The girl was stunned for a moment. Although the Taoist priest in front of her had a long beard, she could still tell that he was a good-looking man.

She quickly collected the money, folded the paper that sold her body to bury her father, put it into her bag, lowered her head and said, "The little girl's name... is Ding Xiuwen. Thank you to the Taoist priest for your help. From now on, the little girl will follow the Taoist priest..."

Chen Chu waved his hand and said, "Since we are destined to meet each other, it doesn't have to be like this. The girl is still free, so you can go with peace of mind."

Ding Xiuwen noticed that there were eyes around her looking at her, and realized that there were greedy people in the crowd staring at the twelve taels of silver in her package. She was immediately at a loss as to whether to leave or stay...

"Taoist Priest..."

She said weakly.

Chen Chu just came to this place, and there was nothing good to go to. Seeing that it was really not safe for her to carry money alone, he simply said: "It doesn't matter, I know how to read the Taoist Sutra of Crossing the Soul, so I will go with you..."

Ding Xiuwen was overjoyed and quickly thanked him.

In ancient times, the ancients attached great importance to what happened after death. No matter how hard and tired they were, at least they had to get a coffin. Only those who died in a foreign land without a family would be unable to roll up a straw mat. Therefore, children with a little filial piety will try their best to Way to satisfy.

Ding Xiuwen's father died of illness. He bought a coffin, looked for Feng Shui treasures, and asked for money everywhere. However, the process was simple, so it was in the afternoon when it was completed, and the sun had not yet set.

Everything is fine at the moment.

After Ding Xiuwen offered incense and kowtowed to her father, she looked at Chen Chu: "Taoist Priest, let's go..."

Chen Chu stuffed another ingot of silver into her hand: "You are still young, go back and live a good life, and find a good family to marry."

"Thank you, Taoist Priest!"

Ding Xiuwen knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times, took a deep look at Chen Chu and then went down the mountain.

Chen Chu leaned the firewood under the tree and left.

Suddenly a voice came from far away: "Okay, okay, good intentions lead to filial piety, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, good, good..."

I saw a sloppy old monk wearing a tattered monk's hat, tattered robes and tattered shoes. He was staggering towards me with a tattered fan in his hand. His cassock is torn, and there is no Amitabha..."

Chen Chu was stunned and subconsciously held the sword in his hand.

The image of the visitor is so classic that you can recognize who it is even without speaking. It is the living Buddha Jigong whose story is widely circulated in the world...

When they were young in the real world, Chen Chu and his friends loved watching this program the most.

It's just that he had just been slapped by Guanyin Bodhisattva, so he had to be a little more vigilant when he saw people from the Buddhist sect!

Jigong's real name was Li Xiuyuan, a native of Tiantai County. He was born with wisdom. On the day of his wedding at the age of 20, he suddenly had an epiphany, left a letter and quietly left to become a monk.

His parents, who had a son in old age, could not accept such a situation for a while and died of illness. Li Xiuyuan's married wife also became crazy and wandered around the graves of Li Xiuyuan's parents all day long.

Li Xiuyuan came back from the mountain after practicing for three years. He found that his parents were dead, the property of the house had been occupied by the housekeeper, and his wife was crazy. He suddenly lost all hope. He did not return to Lingyin Temple and disappeared for many years. When he reappeared, he was already a crazy old monk... The original name of Dharma was Dao. Ji is respected as Jigong.

Li Xiuyuan's identity is quite controversial.

Just because his mother, Wang, was offering incense in the temple to pray for her son, the subduing dragon Arhat appeared, so everyone believed that Li Xiuyuan was the reincarnation of the subduing dragon Arhat.

Daoji saw Chen Chu holding a long sword in his hand and pointed at him with a broken fan: "Hey, you Taoist priest... Why are you so angry? I have never provoked you or recruited you, poor monk. When we meet, Just pulling out such a big sword would scare people to death..."

Chen Chu didn't feel any malice from Dao Ji, so he put his sword back and said, "Master, don't blame me, this world is dangerous, and Pindao became like this because he ran into obstacles everywhere."

Daoji walked up with a smile, looked at the new grave next to him and said: "As long as you are kind-hearted, it doesn't matter even if you hang me up and beat me up, I don't care, I don't care..."

He had already seen Chen Chu in the market. He originally wanted to help the little girl who sold her body to bury her father, but he was too slow. But there were still people rushing to do good deeds in the world, and he felt very gratified.

Standing on the top of the mountain, he looked towards a large house at the bottom of the mountain. The emotions in his turbid eyes were mixed and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or sad.

He picked up a fallen firewood on the ground, lit it on the incense candle, shook his head and said: "You have a kind heart, that little girl has a filial heart, but some people have a wolf heart, so I will use your kindness and filial piety to deal with it." This wolf heart..."