This matter belongs to Aunt Jiang...
That afternoon, a man came to ask for help. He came in and said that he couldn't live anymore and wanted to commit suicide.
I thought to myself, why are there so many suicides in the past two days? How good is it to be alive?
The man was in his thirties and had a sad look on his face. He said that the reason he wanted to commit suicide was because he was too poor. He had been busy in society for several years and had to pay for whatever he did. Now he owed a huge amount of foreign debt.
So now the pressure is too great. He can't breathe every day. He has wanted to die for a long time, but he never had the courage, so he wanted to find someone to tell his fortune to see if he could be saved.
This man looked sad when he spoke, but when he hiccupped, I smelled something wrong.
I frowned and asked him: "Let's not talk about your debts. Let me ask you, did you eat lobster for lunch?"
The guy was stunned for a moment, then covered his mouth and said sheepishly: "I did eat a big lobster, but I can't help it. In order to succeed in a new project, I have to treat him."
I looked at him speechlessly and said, "You'd better not commit suicide. Life is so beautiful. You still have money to eat lobster. You are better than me. I can't even afford that stuff."
He said with a grimace: "But eating lobster doesn't mean anything. I'm still poor after eating it, and I still owe a penny to other people's foreign debts."
I said, "Don't think like that. You said you are in good health. You can run, jump, eat and drink. It's just a temporary difficulty. Life is full of ups and downs. Maybe in two years you will have good luck. I immediately became rich, how sad is it to die now?"
In fact, I know in my heart that a person like him who wants to die and comes here to tell fortunes will never die at all, and he is reluctant to die. He just comes to find someone to talk to and spend some money to buy comfort.
He sighed and said, "You're right, but I've really worked hard for everything. Now I don't even have a house, I can barely afford to pay the rent I owe to the landlord, and there are a bunch of debt collectors behind me. Months ago, I used my last money to invest in a project with someone, but in the end, someone cheated me, and the money was taken away. Do you think I have failed as a human being to reach this point?"
I shook my head and said: "You shouldn't invest at all now. When you are at a low point, remember not to make big decisions. You should just be patient. Don't have a gambler's mentality after this period. The more you think about it, the more you think about it." The more you turn around, the worse you will lose.”
He added: "Actually, I still have something to worry about. Someone outside owes me money, which is equivalent to a triangular debt. If he pays back the money, I can also plug some gaps, but he just won't give it to me. You give it to me." Can you think of a way or a spell to make him pay back the money quickly?"
In fact, there are ways to pay back money. You can do anything and draw talismans. There is a certain probability of success, but there is also a probability of failure.
Because human will is the most difficult to change. If that person doesn't want to pay back the money even to death, then let alone us, even gods can't do it.
So the question is not about not paying back the money, but why this person is so unlucky.
So I burned incense and checked for him, and when the result came out, I said, you deserve to have no money. Your ancestors were so poor in the underground that they almost peeed blood, and their pants were about to open. You don't usually burn paper for your ancestors. Send money?
He was a little confused and said angrily: "My ancestors' crotchless pants have nothing to do with me. They didn't bless me at all. I'm so unlucky and haven't seen them appear. Why should I give them money?"
I said to him: "Your logic is wrong. You have to burn paper and give money to your ancestors first, and then they can bless you. Instead of blessing you first, you can then give money. You will easily get beaten for being so nagging."
When he said this, before he could reply, I suddenly felt a little cold and shivered inexplicably.
Immediately afterwards, I saw a phantom appear in front of me. It was the man in white that I dreamed about last night!
I was extremely shocked. I thought it was a dream or a sign. Unexpectedly, this actually came to the real world?
Perhaps it was because I had become enlightened about my previous life. At this time, my eyes seemed to be able to see more clearly than before. I saw that the man in white was indeed an old man. He had an anxious look on his face and was kneeling on the ground, begging me.
And now that I could see clearly, I realized that the old man was not wearing any white clothes, but a white sheet. In fact, he didn't even have pants on him, and his thighs were exposed.
Looking at this old man, and then at the man in front of me who was clamoring to commit suicide, I suddenly understood.
So I asked him: "Does your grandfather love you very much, or maybe it's your great-grandfather. I saw an old man, a little thin, with a few goatees. He looked quite stubborn, but he should be very good to you. "
The man was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes, my grandfather is very kind to me. I have never seen my great-grandfather. Master, have you seen my grandfather?"
I said, "Yes, your grandpa is very pitiful. His pants are all torn and he is wearing a white sheet. He is begging me to help you."
He was startled and looked around: "Master, where is my grandfather? He has been dead for more than 20 years. Don't scare me. Am I really going to die? My grandfather has come to pick me up." Me?"
I laughed: "Don't be afraid, your grandpa is not here to pick you up, he is here to ask me to help you. He should be your grandson, right? He came last night, and he was brought here by accident. Yes, it should be that he was afraid that you would actually commit suicide, so he begged."
He couldn't help but shuddered and said with a wince: "My grandfather does only have me as his grandson, but since he is afraid that I will commit suicide, then he should bless me and let me earn more money, right?"
I was a little angry at what he said, so I said to him: "Why do you only ask your grandpa to bless you? Ask yourself what you have done. Your grandpa's pants are all rotten. Have you ever thought about giving him a pair of pants?" ?”
He said innocently: "I don't know about this either. Besides, I'm not the only one in our family. They don't even visit graves, so why are they looking for me?"
I held back my anger and continued: "Now I tell you, don't think about suicide. Go back and pay your grandfather a grave, burn more paper money, and give him two sets of clothes."
He subconsciously touched his trouser pocket and said, "But I have no money. Now I have less than two hundred yuan left in my body. If I give these away, I won't be able to eat."
This time I was really angry and said to him with a sullen face: "You have money eating lobsters, but you have no money giving pants to your grandpa. It's a shame you can say it out loud. Your grandpa is kneeling in front of me just for you. You should take it for granted." In front of him, you have the nerve to say that he won't bless you, and you have the nerve to say that you don't have the money to burn paper for him? How do you get rich from eating lobster?"
