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According to folklore, from the first day of the seventh lunar month on the lunar calendar, the gate to the underworld begins to gradually open, and does not close completely until the end of the seventh lunar month. During this period, the deceased will wander around the world. Therefore, the seventh month of the lunar calendar is called the ghost month, which is the best time to save the souls of the dead. Among them, the [-]th day of the seventh lunar month is the Ghost Festival, commonly known as the Ghost Festival. On this day, the gates of the underworld are fully opened. It is an important day for people to worship their ancestors and other ghosts.

It is said that the souls of the dead who have not been saved during the ghost month can only return to the underworld to suffer.

Regarding things that he didn't quite understand, Fang Chen chose the attitude of "I'd rather believe that they exist than believe that they don't exist", "believe that they exist", take them seriously, and at least feel at ease.

Since I have dreamed about Wei Xiuyun several times, it means that I am still destined to be with her. Although I don’t know how to truly benefit her, I should do my best according to the method I know!

On the last day of the seventh lunar month, Chang Hao also rested at home.

Fang Chen had a big head ----- He originally wanted to send Jian Jian out to play and chant sutras at home. This time is good, both father and son are at home, so it seems that this sutra cannot be recited.

It was around nine o'clock in the morning when Jianjian got up. When Chang Hao saw him, he said angrily: "Look at you like this, you are so lazy and have no energy at all!"

Fang Chen couldn't help but protect his son, "He slept late last night, and he just woke up and is still confused."

Jianjian said nothing and went to the kitchen to get breakfast.

Chang Hao snorted: "It's just because you are so lazy and stay at home that you lead Jianjian astray. At an age when you should be active, you act like a little old man."

"Is there one there? Jianjian, stand up straight and show your dad how energetic he is!" Fang Chen looked at his son who was walking out of the kitchen with breakfast. He looked very comfortable.

Jianjian straightened his back and showed his face to his father.

Jianjian is eleven years old, and he has obviously grown up in the past two months. He has sprung up like a small bamboo pole in spring, and he already looks like a teenager.

"Humph, this holiday, I've been stuck at home every day, but I'm still energetic, I think it's moldy!" Chang Hao continued to verbally attack.

Hearing this, Fang Chen had an idea, "Then you take him out for a walk? Hey, by the way, that water world is quite fun, how about you guys go and play?"

"Okay," Jianjian's eyes immediately lit up when he heard this, and he suddenly became energetic, "Mom, you go too!"

"Hey, I have to compile teaching materials, and the publishing house is urging me to submit the manuscript. Jianjian, go with your dad!" Fang Chen gave the most convincing excuse. This is a fact. She is indeed compiling the textbook and is about to submit it.

"Hey, I'm not going either." Jianjian's shoulders slumped as if he was discouraged.

Chang Hao perked up when he saw it, "Why don't you go? I'll take you to play on the biggest water slide and surf. Your mother doesn't dare to play anyway, and it's a burden to take your mother with you!"

"Yes, yes, yes, you two can have fun playing!" Fang Chen agreed vigorously.

The father and son were busy looking for swimsuits, preparing toiletries, and went out excitedly.

In this way, with a little trick, Chang Hao and Jianjian were successfully allowed to go out to play, and Fang Chen finally had some time alone.

As soon as the father and son went out, Fang Chen quickly locked the door from the inside, knelt on the sofa, held the "Ksitigarbha Sutra" in his hands, and began to read it word for word.

As I thought about it, I felt that tight feeling in my chest, as if there were a thousand pains, and all kinds of grievances, and tears flowed out uncontrollably again...

The room was quiet except for that one person who was crying and chanting...

Time passes slowly...

From ten o'clock until two o'clock in the afternoon, a "Ksitigarbha Sutra" was recited.

After chanting the sutra, the feeling of oppression and grievance in my chest also dissipated, as if my heart was washed away, and I felt a sense of purity and relaxation.

Carefully and respectfully, he placed the Ksitigarbha Sutra on the top of the backrest of the sofa. After doing the prayer, Fang Chen squeezed his numb legs hard...

Even though I was kneeling on a soft sofa to chant sutras, my legs were still very numb after kneeling for four hours.

Fang Chen stood up slowly while holding on to the back of the sofa. At this time, he felt only numbness in his knees, but no pain.

Turning around and sitting down slowly, there was only a creak in my knee, without the sharp pain.

He gently caressed his knees with both hands, and a hint of hope rose in his eyes...