roccoschili Chapter 163 Ksitigarbha welcomes guests
Chapter 163 Ksitigarbha welcomes guests
During the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty, there was a scholar named Qiu Nanhu in Hangzhou, Zhejiang Province.
This person is arrogant and thinks very highly of himself. He thinks that he is very talented and knowledgeable, and if he takes the scientific examination, he will surely pass the Jinshi examination.
Unexpectedly, he took the imperial examination three times in a row, but failed to pass the Jinshi examination, and was only admitted as a Gongsheng student on the deputy list.
Qiu Nanhu was angry for a moment, thinking that the exam was unfair and that the examiner must be cheating for personal gain, so he could not pass the exam.
So he wrote a complaint on yellow paper and burned it in the ancestral hall of Wu Xiangguo and Wu Zixu. He described the injustice he had suffered and asked Wu Xiangguo to make the decision for him.
I don’t know why, but three days after the incident, Qiu Nanhu fell ill.
He died suddenly after being ill for three days.
After Qiunanhu died, his soul floated out from Qingbo Gate in Hangzhou City.
After leaving the city, Qiunan Lake felt lighter and lighter. I could walk on the water plants and make a rustling sound.
Looking up, I saw a pale yellow color in the sky, but there was no sunlight.
I don’t know how long or how far I walked, but Qiunan Lake suddenly noticed that there was a section of low red wall in front of me, which seemed to be a house.
When he came closer, he saw that it was several old ladies cooking something around a large pot. The light of the firewood burning under the pot reflected on the wall, making him mistakenly think that he was seeing a red wall.
Qiu Nanhu was curious about what they were cooking, so he went up to lift the lid of the pot and take a look.
It didn't matter at first glance, but he was so frightened that he almost threw the pot lid on the ground!
It turned out that what was boiling in the pot were the children's heads and feet!
Seeing the surprised look of Qiunan Lake, the old ladies said disapprovingly: "These are all corrupt monks in the world (Buddhist term. Also called selling monks, referring to the monks in charge of buying and selling in the Zen forest. Later, it specifically referred to those who flatter others and only care about fame and fortune. Monks without a Taoist heart.). Their meritorious practices have not yet been perfected, but they have stolen a human body that can be reincarnated. Therefore, we cook them here so that they will not grow up and die young in the earthly world!"
Qiu Nanhu was shocked and said: "Old lady, if you say that, are you all ghosts?"
The old ladies smiled and said, "Do you still think you are a human being? If you were a human being, how could you come here?"
When Qiu Nanhu heard what they said, he suddenly felt sad and burst into tears uncontrollably.
The old lady smiled and said to him: "You burned the yellow paper to complain in order to die, why are you crying now?
You should know that Wu Xiangguo is a loyal minister of Wu State. He should have enjoyed the incense in the land of Wu and Yue, regardless of matters such as title and life span in the world.
Now I call you here because Wu Xiangguo forwarded your complaint to Ksitigarbha (the Great Wish Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, one of the four great Bodhisattvas of Chinese Buddhism), and it was Ksitigarbha who summoned you. "
Qiunanhu asked: "So, can I go to see Ksitigarbha?"
The old lady said: "You can write the name card yourself and deliver it to the Buddhist temple in the west corner. I don't know whether Ksitigarbha will see you or not."
Qiu Nanhu asked again: "Do you have the four treasures of the study here? Can you lend them to me?"
The old lady pointed to the front street and said to him: "We don't have any here. But that's where the paper stickers are sold."
Qiu Nanhu followed the old lady's direction and went to buy paper to write a name card.
The streets along the way were very lively, like a theater on earth, the scene just after the show ended. There are people with neat clothes, shoes and hats, and there are people without hats and hair buns exposed. There are men and women, old and young, all kinds of people.
He also met a few people he knew during his lifetime, but when he greeted them, they didn't even look at him.
Thinking that they were all dead, Qiu Nanhu was sure that he had also become a ghost, and he couldn't help but feel even sadder.
Qiunan Lake continued to walk forward, and sure enough he saw a paper shop there, with an old man sitting inside, wearing a white shirt and a Ge scarf.
Qiu Nanhu walked in and explained his purpose.
The old man took out the paper and handed it to Qiu Nanhu.
Qiunanhu couldn't write the famous calligraphy even if he had paper, so he asked the old man to borrow a pen and inkstone.
The old man gave him the pen and inkstone again.
Qiu Nanhu took up a pen and wrote on the name sticker: "Confucian scholar Qiu pays my respects."
When the old man saw it, he smiled and said to him: "It's hard to call yourself Confucian. How can you be so virtuous and capable that you dare to write a famous post like this? You should write a deputy list of a certain subject. If you send it up, you won't be criticized. Ksitigarbha scolds!”
Qiunanhu disagreed.
He looked up and saw a poem on the wall, titled "Book written by Zheng Hong", and a lot of paper money hanging next to it.
Qiu Nanhu had always looked down on Zheng, so he said to the old man: "Mr. Zheng has never written good poems to be handed down to the world. Why are his poems hanging here? Besides, this is already the underworld, why do we need paper money?"
The old man said: "Although Mr. Zheng is just an official now, he will definitely become famous in the future. The underworld is the most snobbish, so I hang his poems here to add some luster to my shop.
Paper money is exactly what the underworld needs, so you should prepare more to bribe Ksitigarbha's guards. In that case, they will be willing to inform you. "
Qiunanhu still disagreed. He went directly to the Buddhist temple in the west.
Sure enough, there were hundreds of yakshas with bull heads and horse faces, wearing clothes with the word "brave" embroidered on their chests.
When they saw Qiunan Lake and wanted to hand over the name card with nothing in their hands, they all yelled at him.
When Qiu Nanhu was feeling embarrassed, he suddenly felt someone touching his shoulder.
He looked back and saw that it was the old man wearing a scarf from the paper shop just now.
The old man said to Qiu Nanhu with a smile: "Do you believe what I say now? There are door bags (red envelopes for bribing the gatekeeper) in the world of heaven, but there are no door bags in the underworld? Don't worry, I have already brought them to you. .”
As he said that, he took out several thousand pieces of paper money and handed it over to Qiu Nanhu. Only one of those "brave" soldiers took Qiu Nanhu's name card and handed it over.
After a while, I heard the door in the east corner being opened, and someone came out and summoned Qiu Nanhu to come in.
After Qiu Nanhu entered, he knelt under the stairs.
The palace is very majestic and majestic, and Ksitigarbha cannot be seen in Qiunan Lake.
Suddenly I heard someone say at the screen window: "Kuansheng Qiu, you are burning papers in Wu Xiangguo's temple, claiming to be able to write articles! But you can only write some bad eight-part essays for exams, and read some mechanical lectures. Chapter, but I don’t know how many careers and knowledge there have been through the ages!
Just like this, you are still self-righteous and think that you are excellent in literary talent. You are too shameless!
You actually dare to call yourself a Confucian scholar on your name sticker! But now you have a grandmother who is over eighty years old, and you let her freeze and starve, causing her to go blind. You are so unfilial. Does this deserve the word "Confucian"? "
Qiu Nanhu quibbled and said: "I really don't know that there is other knowledge besides the examination essay. But my grandmother suffered because my wife was not virtuous, not my fault."
Ksitigarbha said: "Since ancient times, the husband has been the guide for the wife! For all the sins committed by women in the human world, the underworld always punishes the husband first and then the woman.
Since you are a Confucian scholar, why do you put the blame on your wife?
Also, you took the scientific examination three times and passed the examination as a deputy-ranking Gongsheng. That was because of your grandfather's blessing, not because you had any literary talent! "
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard the sound of gongs and drums coming from far outside the hall, followed by bells and drums in the hall.
At this time, a soldier with the word "brave" wearing a tiger skin hat came in and reported: "Master Zhu is here!"
Ksitigarbha Ksitigarbha walked out of the palace and went to greet him.
Qiu Nanhu walked down the hall tremblingly, hiding in the east chamber and peeking secretly. It turned out that the person who came was Zhu Lvzhong, a doctor in the Ministry of Justice, who was also a relative of Qiu Nanhu.
Qiu Nanhu felt even more unfair!
He cursed loudly: "The underworld is really snobbish! Although I read bad eight-legged essay, I was admitted as a deputy list Gongsheng student after all! Zhu Lvzhong was an official bought with money, and he was just a doctor. How could he let Ksitigarbha? Go out and greet him in person?”
The "brave" soldier next to him became furious after hearing his curse. He picked up a stick and hit Qiu Nanhu in the mouth.
Qiu Nanhu was beaten and his mouth hurt so much that he suddenly woke up.
He opened his eyes and saw his wife and daughter crying around him.
After asking, I found out that I had been dead for two days. Because I still had one breath left and there was still warmth in my chest, I was not buried.
From then on, Qiu Nanhu knew that he was destined not to be an official, so he gave up and stopped taking the scientific examination.
Three more years later, he died.