Twenty years later, on a street in Liuyin City on the south bank of the Yangtze River, a boss named Du Xiong opened a tailor shop. Du Xiong was young, looked young, fair-skinned, and somewhat handsome. Unfortunately, he contracted polio when he was young, which left unsightly and painful sequelae, namely the cramping of one left foot. It deformed and became small and crooked, so of course he walked with a limp and had a wooden stick in his hand for a long time. He was smart, and he learned tailoring skills not long after he became a disciple. In fact, the master didn't teach him carefully. He mostly got the "true skills" based on his knowledge and understanding. Naturally, he was able to cut and sew clothes on his own very quickly, and he was novel. It was so unique that the master had to praise him.
Du Xiong was a thoughtful man. He thought that after working with the master for a long time and getting nowhere, it was better to go it alone. With the help of his father, he opened a tailor shop and the business was very good. He loved to use his brain and designed a novel style of imitation uniform. Once it was put on the market, the supply exceeded the demand. As a result, he also took several apprentices and worked overtime day and night, earning tens of thousands of yuan in just one month. After a few months, he had a lot of money in his pocket. There was a warm atmosphere inside, and there was a female apprentice who was unattractive and a bit ugly. He took the initiative to ogle him. He was unmoved, but the female apprentice persevered in sending him affectionate signals. This made everyone else know about it, so they set up a match in private. : Liu Li is interested in you, so just agree. This may be fate.
Du Xiong smiled bitterly and remained silent. Others felt that Du Xiong thought her appearance was not good, so they politely pointed out: You have to consider your own conditions. Du Xiong sighed and banged his wooden stick to express his stance: I admit it.
Then, the two held hands and arranged their marriage. Sometimes, someone avoided Liu Li and said to Du Xiong: If your legs are good and you can make money, you can definitely find a good-looking woman. The implication is that your wife is ugly and ugly. Of course Du Xiong knew it, and he sighed again, remembering that compared with his wife's, his condition was only half a pound, so he had no choice but to accept his fate, but his disgusting impression of his wife always appeared in his mind. Not only was she ugly, but she was also The top of his head, which has sparse hair, still bears the scars from a period of diarrhea. While he was silent, he heard rumors that the hospital in Peiping city had excellent medical skills and could cure lameness. The treatment method was to beat the crooked foot of the lame and then straighten it to cure it. If he is cured and his condition improves, he can marry a beautiful wife.
This latent thought naturally evolved into his desire. He planned to go to Peking for lame correction surgery, and often told this idea to customers who came to the tailor shop to make them feel how much he hated himself. He was lame, so his customers encouraged him to go to Peiping. He had money and didn't have to worry about travel expenses, so he went to Peiping and visited all the hospitals in that city. Cure. This made him very discouraged. He had to walk back on crutches after running such a long distance in vain.
On his way back, he passed by Baima Temple and heard that there was a master in the temple who had great supernatural powers and could know the cause and effect of three lives. He went to the temple to worship. The mage was wearing a cassock, with a string of purple beads around his neck, and he was reciting some incantation silently. His eyebrows were as white as frost and snow, and his eyes were slightly closed. When he opened them, Du Xiong waved a banknote and said, "Excuse me, Master, how much does it cost to tell me something?"
Amitabha! The Master clasped his hands and said: Donor, please tell me, what do you want to ask?
Du Xiong was impatient for a moment and didn't know what to say, so he said smoothly: "Tell me about my past life!"
The master asked Du Xiong to close his eyes and ask him to watch quietly for three minutes. He could not open them within three minutes. If there were any violations, the master would not be able to tell. Just after three minutes, the Master said slowly: Donor, open your eyes and listen to me. Du Xiong stared at the mage attentively.
The Master said: In your past life, you were born in a relatively poor farmer's family. Your surname was Tian and your last name was Shuisheng. You were blind and had a bad fate. You hanged yourself before you reached adulthood. Amitabha, if your fate is slightly better in this life, you must accumulate more good deeds. Donor, in the Saha world, the sea of suffering is boundless.
Du Xiong asked with palpitations: Was my previous life really that miserable? The Master replied: If the donor doesn’t believe it, just pretend that the poor monk didn’t tell you.
Du Xiong handed the banknotes in his hand to the master and asked if 10 yuan was enough. The master said: The poor monk does not accept money. If you want to give money, no matter how much, please ask the donor to put it in the merit box and treat it as you have done a meritorious deed. Du Xiong complied and came over with his staff again. He patted his lame leg and asked the Master what caused it. The Master asked Du Xiong to close his eyes as before. He observed again for three minutes, then asked Du Xiong to open his eyes and listen to him talk about cause and effect.
Du Xiong's second generation was also a lame. It was caused by a car accident. This is not the reason why he is lame in this life. The fundamental reason for his lameness in this life is the sin committed by his first generation. Once, Du Xiong saw a gecko in the toilet. He climbed the wall, looking for excitement, and used a crutch to poke off the gecko's tail. The gecko was resentful at the time, but it could do nothing about it. After its death, the resentment did not dissipate, and over time it gathered into a virus. Later, it took revenge. When the time is right, it attaches to the placenta of Du Xiong's bardo body when he is reborn. When he is born, the symptom of the virus is polio.
In this case, my lame leg is hopeless. Du Xiong became very negative.
This is an evil disease. You cannot have any resentment. You must accept the cruel reality with a positive attitude and practice well. Maybe things will change in the next life. The mage said in an enlightening tone.
Do you have to wait until the next life? Of course Du Xiong believed what the Master said, but instead of being eliminated, the resentment in his heart was still simmering. When he passed by the Mahavira Hall, he should have kowtowed and knelt devoutly to the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas. When he remembered what the Master said, he thought that he had no way to go about it in this life, but he had no patience to practice for the next life, so he murmured some blasphemous words to himself. The arrogant words of the Buddha: What is the use of worshiping these dumb statues? Can't ask for anything. This thought filled his heart, and he walked hastily. The crutches slipped on the road, and he fell to the ground. The fall hurt his lame leg. He screamed in pain. He thought to himself that it was really unlucky to come to Peking. , instead of curing the lameness, it actually made the lameness more painful. A monk came over to help him up, and he scolded him scornfully: A living Bodhisattva is good, but a dead Bodhisattva is useless.
Besides, there are a pair of door gods attached to the iron door opposite the exit of the White Horse Temple. Door God A has a particularly sharp nose. When Du Xiong entered the temple with his stick, he smelled a foul smell, blinked and said to Door God B, Brother, you Smell it? Door God B shook his head. When Du Xiong approached, he nodded again and said it was coming from the lame man. Both door gods have responsibilities. They must take preventive and control measures when donors with foul odors enter the temple. This does not mean to prevent them from entering the temple, but to use an invisible shroud to cover those who enter the temple with foul odors until they leave. Then remove the shroud to deal with the turbid air.
At this moment, the door god armor took out the magic shield and covered the lame man's body, but the lame man didn't know it. Once the mask is on, you have to follow him all the way, and the Door God A will naturally follow you. When the lame man feels resentful when facing the gods and Buddhas, the Door God A can also feel it. Generally speaking, the more resentment and resentment a living being has, the heavier the turbidity on the body will be; if a person has been practicing for a long time and has accumulated virtues and done good deeds, has a frank mind and an open-minded temperament, there will be almost no turbidity on the body, and some people will even emit a musk smell. taste. The lame man in front of him was very turbid, especially when he fell down and was lame. He was helped up by the monks and made rude remarks to the Buddha and Bodhisattvas. The door god A frowned and said: Today I want you to experience the power of the White Horse Temple.
