The old lady is reborn

(I quietly added 2,000 words to the previous chapter. I just want to say this. I wonder if anyone has read it.)

Rong Ruzhi woke up from his dream for the second time. This time, in his dream, Tian Anran and Rong Huaishan poured boiling oil into his throat. The heart-wrenching pain once again made him wake up in a cold sweat.

As if the pain was still there, he pushed away the hot tea offered by the servant. From that day on, he seemed to be possessed, drinking cold tea and never refusing hot soup.

Even the food had to be cooled down before consumption. There was no injury in his throat, but he always felt pain.

He stood outside Song Ying's yard and after a long time walked in.

"I can't help you."

Song Ying was silent.

"Can you...can you forgive me?"

Still silent.

Rong Ruozhi came out and walked for a while, then suddenly burst into tears. The three little kids who passed by and saw him felt a little sad.

"My grandfather is so pitiful."

They walked over, surrounded him, and handed him their handkerchiefs. Yun Miao simply helped his grandfather wipe his tears.

Rong Ruozhi felt a little uncomfortable. The scene of these unarmed descendants being hacked to death was still before his eyes, and in the dream, he was the one shouting and asking people to hack them to death.

No one could cure this heart disease, so he came to Yongning Temple again and prayed devoutly: Bodhisattva, gods and Buddhas in heaven, I know I was wrong, can you give me a peaceful and tranquil old age?

But when he drew the divination, it was a bad one. "There is no one around, and the way is lost. Tigers and wolves devour the land, and danger is greater in dangerous places."

Rong Ruozhi looked at the fortune and realized that although he had thought about it several times in his life, he had never accomplished it. It shouldn't be that serious. It's the deeds that count, not the heart.

He took the lot, paid the incense money, and asked the monk if there was any way to resolve the problem.

The monk read the fortune and cast a divination. He looked at Rong Ruozhi deeply and said, "I cannot resolve the debt of the previous life."

Rong Ruozhi was silent for a long time. He had been tossing and turning these days, thinking about these two dreams over and over again.

The words "debt from the previous life" were like a wake-up call. But after a moment of silence, he remembered that he had been poisoned by the truth in his dream, and boiling oil had been poured down his throat. He could not help but shout, "The debt from the previous life, I have already paid it back in my previous life! I have paid it back!"

The monk was stunned for a moment, then said, "Maybe it's not enough."

Rong Ruozhi was stunned: Ten lives were tragically lost. How could he repay them?

"This is not fair! Why do I have to pay it back alone? I don't get the benefits alone.

They should be asked to return it!

Heaven is unfair! "

But when he said this, he was stunned again. They were all dead in this life...so he had to die too?

In the life in the dream, except for the tragic death, I lived a pretty good life before the beginning. I lived to be almost seventy years old, but now I have to die at the age of fifty-seven?

Even ants are greedy for life, let alone that vicious woman Tian Anran and the bastard Huaishan who are already dead. His two biological children are so promising, why can't he have a comfortable and stable old age?

It was Tian Anran who deceived him. She and Rong Huaishan deserved to die. It was a good death. If they hadn't died, he would have killed them. But why should he pay it back? He is the biological father of two children! Just because of this, he can't pay for his past life.

"Don't they say that if you put down your butcher knife, you will become a Buddha right away? Anyone who kills others can become a Buddha as long as they stop killing others. Why should I do something I haven't done in my life!"

The monk said: "You put down your butcher knife, but you haven't let go of the karma in your heart. You can become a Buddha instantly, but how can you have Buddha nature in your heart?"

Rong Ruozhi was a little angry: "You are a monk, why don't you persuade the person who wants to kill to put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha right away? Isn't saving a life better than building a seven-story pagoda?"

The monk asked, "A person who wants to kill someone? Let me calculate...it will be the same if you persuade him after the killing is done."

"Are you a high monk?"

"No, my uncle is still sleeping, I am the substitute monk.

As you can see, it’s not that high.”

"You! Monks don't tell lies, how come you lied to others?"

A young monk stood at the door. After hearing this, he said in a clear voice, "How can you be a liar? It is written on our incense oil box."

Rong Ruozhi looked over and saw that it said "Substitute monk, 70% of the incense oil."

So he got so angry that he left in anger.