"Then why did we just fall asleep and not move."
Wang Chuan asked.
"Then I don't know."
I shook my head.
"Repent" Wang Jian said in disbelief: "The two of us went to Maoshan as children, were influenced by Taoism, and devoted ourselves to punishing evil and promoting good.
We have never done anything against our will or regretted it.
Why do we need to repent?"
Woolen cloth" We looked at Wang Jian.
I don’t doubt their character, but the way they acted last night was obviously repentance.
If it’s not Wang Jian and Peng Long’s problem, then it’s this tree’s problem.
The villagers said that someone was talking in this tree at night.
Could it be that there were people like Wang Jian and Peng Long who knelt and chanted here before, so there were sounds?
But the voice was so low that we couldn't hear what they were saying.
The nearest house in the village was a hundred meters away.
How could they hear it?
Then at this moment, an old woman not far away walked over with a basket on her waist and a little girl in her right hand.
When they arrived under the big locust tree, they looked at us and asked in confusion: "What are you doing here?"
"It's okay."
I smiled and asked the old lady in Hokkien: "Grandma, what are you doing?"
"My little granddaughter has been difficult to take care of since she was a child, and then she has been having nightmares recently.
She was probably frightened by a snake two days ago.
Yesterday, she went to see a Taoist priest and asked my granddaughter to recognize this sacred tree as her godmother.
Let me take it.
Burn these here."
The old lady said.
He took out a piece of red paper from the basket.
There were calligraphy written on the red paper.
It should be a kind of deed.
It was to write down the birth date of the little girl, and then write that he was willing to adopt her to the big locust tree as his daughter.
I hope the big locust tree will bless her and other contents.
The old woman burned red paper and gold paper, then lit incense and asked the little girl to kneel down.
After kneeling, she asked her to kowtow to the big locust tree.
The little girl was quite obedient and knelt down as the grandma asked.
After kowtowing, the grandma took off the red rope from the little girl's wrist, looked up at the tall tree trunk, then turned to me and said: " Boy, can you help me tie this to the branch?
I'm old and my legs are bad, so I can't get up."
"Okay."
I took the red rope from the old grandma's hand.
"I'll do it."
Yuelan grabbed it again, and then climbed up the tree with a whoosh, startling the old woman.
After tying it up, Yuelan jumped down.
In shock, the old lady thanked her profusely.
I seized the opportunity and hurriedly said: "Old grandma, are you from Suncuo Village?"
"Yes, what's wrong?"
The old lady looked at my face.
"Can you tell us about the origin of this ancient tree?
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I have heard from people in the village these days that this ancient tree has a speaking voice in the middle of the night," I said.
The old lady was a little hesitant and a little angry.
She turned towards the house and cursed: "These bastards, when in need, they all come to adopt the ancient tree as their godmother.
Look at the many red ropes on the tree.
These bastards were tied up.
There was a snake quarrel two days ago, and they started to say that it was the problem of this tree.
Don't listen to their nonsense.
This tree is the sacred tree of our village.
It has a history of thousands of years.
How can it be possible to cause trouble in the middle of the night?
Woolen cloth" I scratched my forehead.
Obviously the old lady didn’t want to say anything wrong with the tree, so I asked in a different way: “Has this tree ever caused any trouble?
For example, someone hanged himself on this tree.”
"You..." the old lady hesitated, frowned and stared at me, then turned to look at the ancient tree.
Seeing her hesitation, it must have happened before, but because we helped her just now, she didn't get angry.
She waved her hand: "Young man, if you have nothing to do, don't stay here for too long, and don't speak ill of the sacred tree.
I'm kindly warning you, so as not to offend the sacred tree, and the sacred tree will punish you."
Then she took her granddaughter and walked away into the distance without looking back.
I looked at Wang Chuan in surprise, and said in confusion: "Who did you hear that this locust tree makes a sound in the middle of the night?"
"Yesterday a large group of people were talking around here.
Sissi and I happened to pass by.
That's what they said, and Sissi also heard it."
Wang Chuan said.
"Yes, I heard it too, and I came forward to ask some questions.
The dozen or so people said they heard voices from the ancient tree in the middle of the night."
Sissi agreed.
"By the way, one of them lives in the house in front.
If you don't believe it, you can go and ask."
Wang Chuan pointed to a house not far away.
We walked towards the house, and just as a middle-aged man opened the door and came out, Wang Chuan greeted him from afar: "Brother."
"Why is it you?
What's the matter?"
The middle-aged man recognized Wang Chuan and Qian Qian.
"It's like this.
I brought my friends and two Taoist priests here to have a look.
Didn't you say that the ancient tree made a sound?
They don't believe it, so you tell them."
Wang Chuan introduced it and took two The Taoist priest was used as a cover.
When the middle-aged people saw Wang Jian and Peng Long dressed as Taoist priests, they instantly became respectful.
He nodded and said, "I have been hearing voices from the big locust tree in the past few days, and there was also one last night.
It was very loud and clear, and it was the voices of two men."
"How could it be possible last night?"
We looked at the middle-aged man dumbfounded, and the middle-aged man looked at us in confusion.
"How is it impossible?
Yesterday our family was so noisy by the sound that we couldn't sleep.
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Moreover, the sound last night was particularly clear and loud.
I have recited it at least a thousand times and I can recite it to you.
I will recite it to you."
The middle-aged man thought for a while, pondered for a while and then said: Be it past, present or future.
All living beings who have been harmed by me due to my actions of body, speech, and mind.
Or the many discomforts and sufferings caused by the actions of the body, speech, and mind.
Whether it's physical or mental.
I am willing to accept the consequences.
And repent of shame.
Because of ignorance and failure to hear the four true truths, for countless kalpas, we have hurt each other, repaid each other unjustly and suffered in vain in the six paths, with no escape.
We want relief.
May all living beings who have been hurt by me experience no mental pain, no physical or mental pain, and may you remain happy.
I hope that all ghosts and non-human beings who have a predestined relationship with me will hear the Dharma, be reborn in a good path, and move towards liberation.
I hope that all people or non-human beings who are predestined with me will share my good deeds and merits.
After the middle-aged man finished reciting it, we were all stunned.
He actually recited it and seemed to be very proficient.
After reciting it, the middle-aged man opened his eyes and said, "How about it, I really recited it, right?"
Wang Jian took a breath and said, "This is the Sutra of Confession."
"Oh my God."
The middle-aged man was startled and pointed at Wang Jian as if he were a ghost and said, "Your voice, your voice is one of the voices last night."
"What do you mean?"
Wang Jian was confused, which actually shocked us
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