The former captain himself lived a miserable life. He was just in his 60s, and he also suffered from a strange disease. He lay on the disease and screamed at the top of his lungs, saying that someone put a rope around his neck, and he was so uncomfortable that he couldn't breathe. But when his wife and outsiders came to see him, they saw nothing and they all said he had committed an evil act.
He said that he regretted that he should not have taken the lead in demolishing the master's temple. Now the master was wrapping a rope around his neck and strangling him. He did not strangle him all at once, but tortured him. It was pitiful that the former captain had to toss in bed for four months before he finally surrendered. gas.
In addition, the vice captain and the leader of the Poverty Association also suffered retribution. The former lost two of his four sons to illness in less than two years; the latter only had two sons, and one of his eldest sons died of illness.
Qian Yi, who did not participate in the demolition of the Master's temple and declined to chop the wood to carve the Master's statue, was safe. He often went to Hualing Temple to clean the big Buddha statue in the main hall.
After the reform and opening up, the brigades became villages, and the production teams became groups. The villagers in the Qian group felt that going to Shiye Temple to ward off disasters and pray for blessings was very effective, so they rebuilt Shiye Temple on the same site.
Qian Yi took the initiative to donate a large black locust tree to re-carve the statue of Master. Qian Yi, who donated the tree back then, lived to be ninety-eight years old. He had white hair and a childish face, walked as fast as flying, and spoke with great vigor.
Many people said that this was a coincidence, but over the years, there have been countless such coincidences. There are too many coincidences, and it becomes a common phenomenon. Since it is a common phenomenon, it becomes an objective law between heaven and earth that does not change according to people's will.
At the moment, Qian Jishi listened to Qiang Da's story and praised Qian Yi. Because Qian Jishi cured Qian Xiuying's madness by reciting mantras, her father Qian Biaoxian was moved when Qianqian Da and his wife came back.
In order to express gratitude to Qian Jishi, he and Qianqian Da led many villagers to Hualing Temple to do volunteer work. Some cleaned, some helped dig vegetable gardens in front of the temple; some went to the kitchen to help cook; some kept warm in the winter. Xia Liang's clothes were donated to Qian Jishi.
Among the visitors were master masons, who set up wooden ladders and repaired leaks in the houses in the temple. All this is for the sake of becoming a monk and helping people live more comfortably here and practice more diligently.
But one night a few years later, around 8 o'clock, Qian Jishi, who was silently reciting the Buddha's name and doing his homework with his rosary beads in the temple, ran into trouble:
A dirty middle-aged man came. He looked like a scavenger. He complained that he was hungry and asked for food. Sitting on the futon, Qian Jishi had his eyes slightly closed. Now he heard someone shouting, so he opened his eyes and said to the middle-aged man, Donor, I'm sorry, the poor monk has already had his dinner, and there is no You'd better go elsewhere for the leftovers, don't get hungry.
I couldn't go anywhere else, so I had to go to this temple for a midnight snack. You, a monk, only know how to go outside to ask for alms. Now people from outside come to the temple to beg for some food. Is it so difficult? The middle-aged man spoke aggressively, as if he had a good reason.
Then just wait a moment and I will cook a pot of rice to feed the donor. Qian Jishi stopped his rosary and after answering, he picked up his rosary again and recited the Buddha's name silently. It turns out that Qian Jishi stipulated that he must recite the Buddha's name 60,000 times a day, usually 20,000 times in the morning and afternoon, and the remaining 20,000 times should be recited after midnight.
At this moment, Qian Jishi has recited the name of Buddha 5,000 times, and 1,500 more times are being recited silently. After he finished reciting, he planned to go to the temple kitchen to cook. But when the middle-aged man in front of him saw Qian Jishi sitting still, only focusing on chanting Buddha's name, he became impatient and resentful, thinking: You bald man is unkind to me, so I will be unjust to you.
He immediately took out an ax from his arms and smashed it hard on Qian Jishi's head without thinking about anything. Qian Jishi immediately fell into a pool of blood. He still held the rosary in his hand but there was no movement. Apparently he fainted from the pain.
The middle-aged man was so cruel that he used a candlelight to find an iron spoon for shoveling firewood and ashes, dug into Qian Jishi's cracked head, dug out a piece of brain meat, opened his mouth, and ate the blood. Then he dug out another piece of brain meat and continued to eat it. Then he threw away the iron spoon and walked away from Hualing Temple.
It was said that Qian Jishi should have died after his brains were gouged out, but he was not dead, just unconscious. But in the early morning, he stood up and walked to the temple bell and rang it dozens of times. The sound of the bell is powerful and clear, spreading for dozens of miles. Some of the villagers who were sleeping soundly in the bank at the foot of the mountain woke up.
They once heard Qian Jishi say, I live alone in the temple and usually don't ring the bell. If I ring the bell, something urgent must have happened. I hope all the donors can hear the bell as if they heard the order, regardless of day or night. Rain or shine, be sure to rush to the temple immediately to rescue yourself.
Qiang Da woke up at that moment. When he heard the bell, he couldn't help but say something. He put on his clothes and got up, lit a torch, walked around the field in front of the house and called, "Fellows, something must have happened at Hualing Temple. Please hurry up." Get up and go to visit monk Qian Jishi together...
After a while, the place was filled with many men, most of them carrying torches, forming a fire dragon and rushing towards Hualing Temple. After entering the temple gate, I saw a man lying upside down under the big bell. It was Qian Jishi. His face was covered with blood. Qiang Da, who was the first to arrive, squatted down, used his hands to check his nose for breath, and then helped him up to wake him up.
Qian Shiji said that he was beaten into this state by a middle-aged man who came to the temple to beg for food. When everyone heard this, they were filled with indignation. Qian Da immediately ordered the villagers to carry Qian Jishi onto a stretcher to send him to the hospital.
Unexpectedly, Qian Jishi spoke again, "If I die, I will die before the donors arrive." Since you are not dead now, you will not die. I am taking the Agatha medicine given to me by the Great Medical King Amitabha. The wound on my head will be completely healed in two hours.
But how could Wallet Da and everyone listen to this? He refused to let Qian Jishi get off the stretcher, and held him down with several people, not allowing him to move. He was forcefully carried out of Hualing Temple, slowly down the mountain, and passed several large fields, several arch bridges, and several villages. When we arrived at the entrance of the town health center, it was already broad daylight.
Several men carried Qian Jishi on a stretcher into the emergency room. The doctor in a robe looked at Qian Jishi who was sitting up on the stretcher. He didn't look like a sick person. Wallet Da held out his hand, wanting the doctor to see his blood-stained and scabbed forehead. But when the doctor looked closely, he saw that the top of Qian Jishi's head was bald, without any damage, and as white as a big light bulb that was not stained by dust. The doctor looked at Qian Jishi strangely and asked, what disease do you have?
There is no illness. Qian Jishi said, I said that in two hours, the wound on the top of my head will heal without leaving any scars.
Wallet Dahe and several villagers who took turns carrying Qian Jishi's stretcher were all very surprised, because when they set off from Hualing Temple, Qian Jishi's forehead was covered with blood and there was a gash several inches long, which was visible to all. fact. Now he has recovered completely and is just like a normal person.
The doctor didn't understand yet and said that the monk was in good health. Why did he come to the hospital? Qiang Da explained it, but he didn't know whether the doctor believed it or not, so he and several villagers accompanied Qian Jishi out of the hospital.
When I passed the bank on the way back, I heard that the murderer of Qian Jishi was caught. How did you catch it? First, someone found the murder weapon from Hualing Temple——
An ax and a spoon both had blood stains on them, especially the long handle of the ax with three words engraved on it: Yao Baofu. Many people are familiar with this name. There is indeed a middle-aged man named Yao Baofu in nearby Yaojiawan. He usually idles around, eats and works, and does not do his job.
After the banker Qian Biaoxian found out, in order to repay the monk Qian Jishi who had cured his daughter's madness without taking a cent of the benefits, he took the ax with Yao Baofu's name engraved on it and made an appointment with several powerful men. The villagers went to Yaozhuang to look for Yao Baofu, but Yao Baofu was not at home. There was a lock on his door.
He is the only one in his family. His father died of illness early in his life and his mother got married. At that moment, the people of Yaozhuang knew their purpose of coming and said, can this ax alone prove that Yao Baofu is the murderer who injured Monk Qian? You'd better report the crime and let the police investigate.
Qian Biaoxian and several villagers were about to leave. Suddenly, a middle-aged man jumped down from the aisle of the wooden building in front of the house, which was more than one meter high. He stood on the ground, grabbed the ax from Qian Biaoxian's hand and said, I am Yao Baofu. I used this ax to kill Monk Qian. I also used a spoon to dig out two pieces of Monk Qian's brains and eat them. How about that?
