But just as the National Day holiday was approaching, I received a piece of bad news.
Strictly speaking, this bad news has little to do with me. It is that one of my cousins suffered from liver cancer, and when he was discovered, it was already in the advanced stage.
The person who called me was my cousin, who is his brother and sister. He knew that I was in this business, so he wanted to ask me on my behalf how long my cousin would live and whether he could be saved.
Although I am not familiar with this cousin, I have met him twice. He is a nice guy, honest and kind-hearted, probably in his early fifties.
So when I heard the news, I was quite puzzled, why are these cancers looking for these kind-hearted people?
Is it true that good people don’t live long?
Looking at the photo my cousin sent me, I took a closer look at this cousin.
He was diagnosed about a month ago. In just a few dozen days, he lost his appearance and looked a little strange, not like himself at all.
Looking at the photos, a thought came to my mind: within three to five days.
With a heavy heart, I told my cousin. He was stunned and said "Oh".
It could be heard that he was also a little sad and emotional.
Then he sighed and said something to me.
"I really didn't expect that people of our generation have begun to say goodbye to this world. No one can escape."
My cousin is a somewhat snobbish person, but what he said was true and came from the bottom of his heart.
I understood that he was not sad for that cousin, but that he saw his peers starting to leave, and thought of his own life, which was almost counting down.
I told my cousin not to think too much. He was only in his fifties and in good health. He still had decades to come.
Next, I bought some things and went to the hospital to visit, but this was just trying my best. After all, I knew that it would be bad not to go.
When I went there, my cousin was alternately sober and confused. He originally remembered my name, but within three words of the conversation, he started talking nonsense.
I put down some money, said a few words of comfort, and then left.
My cousin chased me out and asked me quietly, how long will it take?
By this time, everyone knew that he was now waiting to die.
I told my cousin not to think too much and prepare things early, lest it be too late.
After returning home, around 7 pm on the fourth day, I was watching TV and drinking tea at home, but for some reason, I suddenly felt cold and my heart felt a little tight.
This sudden feeling made me immediately think, could it be that my cousin had left?
But I didn’t ask any questions. I just calmed down and figured out what to do next.
In the afternoon of the next day, my cousin called me and told me: "You are so accurate. Last night at about 6:30, your cousin called me and said that your cousin was dying. Please wait for me." When we got there, at early seven o'clock, no one was there. Calculating, it really didn't take more than five days."
It seems that I did sense the news of my cousin's death last night.
But when my cousin's funeral was held, I didn't go.
Because from a human perspective, I visited him when he was in the hospital and I also left money, so it was no big deal.
Moreover, I am not familiar with his family at all, and I don’t know anyone when I go there, which is quite embarrassing.
My cousin passed away, leaving behind a teenage daughter.
My cousin is in poor health, her family is in poor condition, and she has a lot of foreign debt. She is actually quite pitiful.
The funeral was handled by relatives of her cousin's husband's family, because she was in poor health and cried so much when she arrived at the funeral home that she couldn't do anything.
It is said that the ceremony was very simple, or very sloppy. There was no ceremony at all, and naturally there was no cemetery. The urn was just placed in the storage area of the crematorium.
I have heard that there is nothing but lamentation.
This incident passed so calmly.
But I never expected that on the third day of my cousin's funeral, at about ten o'clock that night, when I was meditating in front of the church, a very exciting thing happened.
At that time, I was concentrating on meditating, imagining myself sitting on the white clouds, with strong winds and white clouds floating around me. My face was like a crown jade, my eyebrows were like swords, and my eyes were starry. I was dressed in white clothes and had long hair. It felt quite good. Wow...
I was in this beautiful place, when suddenly the scene in front of me dimmed, and the white clouds in the sky turned into mist in the blink of an eye, and then my cousin who had just died three days ago appeared.
I saw him wearing a blue cloth shroud, looking downcast, with a sad look on his face.
Moreover, there were two weird-looking big ghosts beside him, one on the left and one on the right grabbing him!
How to describe these two big ghosts...
The long one is tall and straight, and the long one is flat and tiled. The more you want, the more you will.
I have goosebumps all over my body. This damn thing is obviously a ghost from the underworld, forcing my cousin to come to me!
But the problem is, are they looking for me?
Just then, my cousin spoke.
He looked sad and sighed: "Xiao Fan, I'm here to ask you for a favor. Please send a message to my home."
I calmed down and asked him: "What's wrong with you? What message do you want me to send home?"
He said with a mournful face: "My family didn't give me any money. I waited downstairs for three days, but I still didn't get any money. The official kept asking me for it, but I couldn't get it, so I had to come to you for help. I know you are capable, please help me bring a message to my family."
I was a little surprised, because this person was gone, so he had to burn some money, but why... didn't the family give him any money?
I knew it was impossible for him to lie, because these two ghost brothers were here, holding chains in their hands. Although they did not tie up my cousin, they still looked fierce.
Looking at that expression, I imagined that when they came to see me with my cousin in custody, they must have been fierce and forced him to come and ask for money.
But this is normal. Everyone has to spend money on their journey to the underworld.
Not to mention anything else, just taking care of things along the way would cost a lot of money.
Some people may say, I'm dead, I just kick my legs off and I don't have any worries anymore, who am I going to save?
Sorry, you just kicked off your legs and didn't care in the world of the world, but when you get to the underworld, you start a new life.
Just as the human world is, so is the underworld, and sometimes it is even more difficult than the human world.
Without further ado, let’s just say that when a dead person is buried, why do they scatter paper money?
Because this road to the underworld is really difficult to walk, and there are lonely ghosts along the way, who are helpless. If they see someone going to the underworld from this road, they will definitely come out to block the way.
So throwing paper money is to clear away those lonely ghosts and clear the way for the dead, which is equivalent to tolls.
Looking at my cousin's pitiful expression, I told him, don't worry, I will contact his home early tomorrow morning and I will definitely send you money.
He said that would be great. When the family sends the money, I will definitely come and thank you.
I said don't come here. You should go wherever you receive the money. Don't come to me if you have nothing to do. It's scary in the middle of the night!
