The best mysterious doctor

Chapter 35
At this moment, my grandfather and I were surrounded by more than a dozen groups of will-o'-the-wisps. My grandfather looked at those will-o'-the-wisps, and the anger in his heart became more and more uncontrollable.

I quickly took out the needle tube from my pocket, which was already filled with fresh black dog blood. I have to say that my grandfather’s method is good. The black dog blood is packed in the needle tube, which does not dirty hands and is easy to use. Convenient.

This is what I asked for from my grandfather before I arrived, but I didn't expect it to come in handy.

I stared at those will-o'-the-wisps covetously, and said to myself that if you are not afraid of death, come up, young master, I will give you a bloody head today.

Who knew that my grandfather saw me take out the black dog blood and snatched it away from me.

I was taken aback, and looked at him puzzled.

Grandpa sighed and said: "They are all children who are suffering. It is too cruel to use this thing. If that brat hadn't turned evil, I wouldn't bear to use this thing to deal with him. Forget it, I'll get them all over. "

Ferry?I was stunned again, how to cross?
My grandpa's long eyebrows twitched slightly: "A few years ago, I learned a ghost-crossing spell from an eminent monk."

After my grandfather finished speaking, he proclaimed the Buddha's name: "Amitabha!"

The sound of the Buddha's name was thick and long, with a faint feeling of continuous waves, which made me feel a sense of tranquility in my heart.

I looked up, and found that the dozens of will-o'-the-wisps were all fixed on the spot as if under a holding spell.

When I was very surprised, my grandfather sat down cross-legged, took out a string of Buddhist beads from the small medicine box, and continued to recite Buddhist scriptures that I could not understand.

God!This is amazing, a person who cultivates the Tao actually goes to recite the Buddha's name, even my young child thinks this is quite inconceivable.

With the continuous chanting of the Buddhist scriptures, strange things happened, those will-o'-the-wisps slowly fell from the sky one by one,
Lying on the grass like devout believers.

From a distance, it looks like fireflies are playing among the grass.

I stared and saw the faces of children in the will-o'-the-wisp, looming in the flames.

The painful faces of those children slowly became serene, and they closed their hideous eyes one by one, as if they were listening to some beautiful music.

Not only the faces of the children in the will-o'-the-wisps, but also the soul of the little dead boy lying on the ground with a spell on his forehead, his soul floated down slowly, his eyes closed, and he coiled up like my grandpa. He stretched his legs, chanting something along with the sound of chanting sutras.

I watched this scene in amazement, and felt a sense of admiration for my grandfather from the bottom of my heart.

Following the sound of Sanskrit between my grandfather's lips and teeth, led by the soul of the little dead child, those will-o'-the-wisps made a neat Sanskrit sound.

The night sky of the whole grass shone brightly, and the faint blue flames of those will-o'-the-wisps gradually turned into golden, and the fire became more and more intense, gradually connecting into one piece, and then merged into one, forming a large group of golden flames.

The body of the little dead child was completely burned in the flames.

On the ground, only a snow-white skeleton of a child was left. The skeleton was very small, only the size of a fist, like a newborn baby.

As the little dead child and the dozens of will-o'-the-wisps dissipated, the surrounding temperature gradually became warmer, and the green grass on the ground was blown by the night wind, with its tip slightly bent, appearing full of vitality.

Sanskrit sounds burst out, and the lingering smoke curled up. My grandfather stood up from the ground, looked at the night sky where the stars appeared again, and sighed again.

I wonder why grandpa is sighing after the ghosts are over.

My grandfather told me with some vicissitudes of life that the little dead child told him the misery of his life before he was rescued, and he felt touched, so he sighed.

I asked what the reason was, but the old man just shook his head and didn't say anything to me. He dug out a white cloth from the medicine box and wrapped the skeleton carefully.

He walked silently in front, and I followed silently.

Soon, we passed through the woods and came to a small grave.

"This is his grave."

I don't know how my grandpa found this place, maybe as he said, the little dead boy told him something before he was saved!

Grandpa found a bamboo pole, split it, and opened the small grave, revealing a small coffin.

The coffin is very thin, as if six boards were randomly found and nailed together, it is only the size of an urn.

My grandfather lifted the lid of the small coffin, and it was empty inside.

He gently put the wrapped skeleton into the small coffin, closed the coffin lid, buried it again, burned a stack of paper money before getting up and leaving.

The black ashes from the stack of paper money were flying in the air. The old man said that the phenomenon of burning paper was the best, which proved that the other party had received the heart of the paper burner.

After taking care of all this, my grandfather touched my head and led me home.

I asked him why the old man cultivated Buddhism to such a high level. He clearly said before that our ancestors came from Maoshan and created a school of ghost medicine, which has nothing to do with Buddhism!

My grandfather smiled when he heard this question and told me that in his opinion, the so-called belief should be good and guide people to be positive.

Whether it is cultivating Taoism or Buddhism, it should be a goal in the end.

Since the purpose is the same, why can't we practice the same?
In the end, he looked at me seriously and said: "True belief should be mutual tolerance and learning from each other, not creating monotheism.

True faith should liberate people's souls, not bind people's minds. "

At that time, I couldn't understand such remarks at all, but I just felt that my grandfather was very tall at that time.

After walking back to the village, my grandfather led me to the medical clinic again. This time, he seriously took out a set of tea sets, made a pot of tea, and took out two tea bowls.

Let me sit with him at that little yellow table and have a pot of tea together.

At that time, I didn't know what tea ceremony was, but I was fascinated by the fragrance of the small cup of tea.

Then, I just took a sip and drank more than a dozen cups in a row, and my tongue was scalded and blistered.

My grandpa slapped me dumbfounded, saying that I was reckless, and then told me that every Friday and Saturday night I could come to the Yin Yang Medical Center with him.

Thinking about my age is the age when I am curious about everything, especially after I have no fear of these ghosts, monsters and other things, what I am more interested in is Grandpa's medical center.

With my grandfather's permission, I know that I have stepped into another mysterious realm.

(End of this chapter)