Seeing that her mother and sisters were crying, Lan Lan also started crying, staring at her mother's tearful eyes. Hong Tu's fever has not subsided, she is still talking nonsense, and it is as if the ghost of the donkey is attached to her body and saying: You scalded the donkey with boiling water, you have a vicious heart, you are guilty of serious sins, and you will not live.
Suddenly Hong Tu stretched out his neck and let out a painful cry like a donkey being burned. Shuaiying and Lanlan stopped crying, they were frightened.
Lan Lan retracted the hand that reached to the edge of the bed to grab her mother, grabbed Shuaiying's sleeve tightly and said: Sister, I'm afraid.
Bao Xiangdong banged the butcher knife in his hand on the threshold to quell the evil spirits. Sure enough, Hong Tu stopped screaming.
When the doctor saw that the fever could not be relieved, he said, I am afraid there is nothing I can do about this disease.
Bao Xiangdong said, can you prescribe some Chinese medicine to wash the sores on her body?
No, most of these sores are suppurated and cannot be washed. When the doctor said this, he also talked about A Bao's ulcer on his left buttocks. He said that A Bao's wife asked him to see him that time. He found that A Bao's disease was much milder than Hong Tu's, but he prescribed medicine. Washing, the effect is not good. When he heard that burning donkeys with red tea was Po's crooked idea, the doctor understood that Po was suffering from an evil disease that was difficult to cure.
Speaking of this, the doctor occasionally sighed: This is really retribution! Hong Tu's illness is the worst retribution.
Bao Xiangdong turned around and looked at Hong Tu, who had a gloomy face. He suddenly remembered something and said to the doctor, if this is really the case, I advise the tribe to abolish the slaughtering method of scalding donkeys. There is a man at the north end of Baozhuang who also wants to follow the example of scalding a donkey. It seems that I have to persuade him to give up that motive.
That time, Abao finally saw the doctor invited by his wife. The doctor saw the festering lupus erythematosus on his left buttock and asked what caused it. A Bao told the story of how he came up with the idea to scald the donkey. The doctor stroked his beard and wanted to say something, but instead of saying anything, he prescribed some plaster for him to apply. After applying it for a few days, there was no effect. On the contrary, the more I applied it, the worse it got, but I spent a lot of money.
The wife went to the doctor again and asked what was the reason. The doctor couldn't tell the reason, but he said the donkey meat was too poisonous.
His wife overturned his statement: The other people all ate donkey meat and there was no problem at all, so what could he say?
The doctor said: It seems that this is an evil disease that cannot be overcome by medicine.
What should I do according to you? The wife looked at the doctor anxiously, and the doctor said: Generally, evil diseases must be cured by an eminent monk.
The wife suddenly remembered that there was a Lotus Temple on Lianhua Mountain not far from Baozhuang. There was a master in the temple whose name was Xinjue, and she had heard of it for a long time.
After the doctor left, his wife took care of Ah Bao and then went out towards the Lotus Temple. It was already midday, and she was covered in sweat from walking, and her body felt a little hot under the hot sunlight. Her skin was allergic and turned red, but she did not scratch it. Remembering the lupus erythematosus on Bao's left buttocks, she felt terrified. She was afraid that the same symptoms would appear if she scratched her skin, so she endured it.
When we arrived at the gate of Lotus Temple, a yellow dog ran out, wagging its tail, and treated the woman like a very affectionate old friend. This surprised her a little. Dogs elsewhere would at least bark or bite when they saw a stranger, but this yellow dog greeted her like a guest, which relieved her fear.
The wife walked into the Lotus Temple along a winding stone road. A monk came to greet her and asked the female donor if she had come to offer incense and make a wish.
She said that she came here mainly to ask questions, to ask Master Xinjue. The monk took her to another hall where there were many Bodhisattvas, pointed to a great monk sitting on a futon and said: That is Master Xinjue, who is meditating. You have to wait patiently for him to finish meditating before talking about what you want to talk about. The female benefactor returned and walked into another hall. Under the guidance of the monk, she offered incense and knelt down to the sculptures of Amitabha, Avalokitesvara, Ksitigarbha and other Buddhas and Bodhisattvas. Finally, I went out to see Master Xinjue again and was still meditating.
In the evening, the wife was a little impatient with waiting. She thought that she couldn't wait any longer because she had something to do at home, so she said to the monk: "I'll come back tomorrow!"
The monk looked at Master Xinjue who was still meditating and said nothing.
The wife had no choice but to walk out of the temple. She had only taken five or six steps when Master Xinjue suddenly stood up and left the futon, shouting: "Female donor, wait a minute."
When the wife heard the call to her, she turned her head again. Master Xinjue put his palms together and recited Amitabha.
The wife came over happily and was about to say something. Master Xinjue said: There is no need to say anything, I understand everything.
As he spoke, he took out a folded piece of paper from his underwear, handed it to the female donor who approached him, and said, "Open it and take a look." My wife opened it and saw a painting of a donkey. Ask what the meaning of this painting is and what its function is. I came to you to ask about my husband's condition, not to see paintings.
Amitabha, donor, there is no need to say more, I already know what you are asking about. The meaning of this painting is very clear. If your husband has a grudge against the donkey, he should resolve the grudge. How to change it? Then ask your husband to kneel down and repent sincerely to the donkey painting every day.
My wife came out of the Lotus Temple and passed by the Baozhuang Donkey Meat Restaurant on her way back. She heard bursts of firecrackers and cries. Looking around, I saw a shed set up in front of Hong Tu's house. In the shed was a coffin. Many people were watching. Who was dead? She took a few steps forward and understood - Hong Tu died of illness.
The man is not at home, and the two children have no owner and can only cry. The patriarch Bao Xiangdong is making the decision for the family, and the neighbors are helping.
Wife - this woman of A Bao is also her neighbor, so she must not remain indifferent, she also plans to be busy with this funeral. But she was holding a rolled-up painting in her hand. It was a painting for her husband to repent and eliminate his sins. She wanted to send it home. Hong Tu died from sores caused by scalding the donkey, and the sores on her husband's left buttock were also related to scalding the donkey. Now his condition is also very serious. She is worried that he will die of the disease like Hong Tu. So, he turned around and walked back.
A Bao was leaning on a crutch at the door and looking out. When he saw his wife coming back, he opened a painting and said with a melancholy face: Hong Tu is dead.
After hearing this, Abao was not in the mood to look at the painting. After a moment of silence, he said: No wonder I heard the sound of firecrackers outside. Later, his wife told him that the painting was given to him by a mage from the Lotus Temple, and repeated what the mage said.
Abao seemed to have realized something. He asked his wife to hang the donkey painting in the central hall, and he knelt on the ground to repent of his sins. I don’t know whether it was a psychological effect or whether it was really effective. A few days later, the festering lupus erythematosus on Bao’s left buttocks slowly began to shrink and scab, and was getting better day by day.
Once, when his wife opened the door, a strong wind entered the room and blew away the painting of a donkey in the middle hall. Abao was too lazy to hang it up and folded it aside. Three days later, for some unknown reason, he felt a faint tingling sensation in his left buttock again. It hurt. He put his hand into his crotch and touched it backwards. It was sticky, which meant that the symptoms of lupus erythematosus were rebounding again. To what extent, Bao wanted to see clearly, so he approached the table and took out a small round mirror. , take off your pants and take a photo, ah! The left buttock is festering again.
Is the method granted by the mage not working? Abao put down the small round mirror, put on his pants, and thought wildly. His movements and expressions were all in his wife's eyes. She glanced at the central hall, which was empty, and said: Hang up that donkey painting again quickly, kneel down and apologize before it, eliminate the evil obstacles, and the sore on your butt will naturally be cured.
So Abao opened the stacked donkey painting, and his wife took it and hung it in the middle hall. Abao kowtowed to the ground with his face painted, and muttered: Donkey God, please forgive the common people. The common people had a bad idea and used iron clamps to clamp live donkeys, which led to the method of scalding donkeys and slaughtering them, causing the live donkeys to suffer such torture. , I, Abao, regret it beyond words and hope to forgive you.
Bao repeated these words three times every morning, noon and evening. Three months later, the lupus erythematosus on his left buttock was completely healed, but there was an obvious scabbed depression left on it, as if someone had dug it away. It looked like a lump of flesh on his butt.
