Short Story (Ji Gong Qiao shifted large sarcoma)

Outside the East Gate of Lin'an, there is a spacious and tall tea house facing north and south. The treasurer of this tea house is surnamed Yu and his name is Deshui. Yujia Tea House not only sells tea, but also sells wine and vegetable noodles, and customers are full of customers all day, and the business is booming.

On this day, Ji Gongda passed by here and wanted to go in to rest his feet and drink a few bowls of wine. Just as he was about to step into the tea house, a person stepped out of the tea house in a crooked way. I saw that the man was only about fifty years old, but his waist was already bent, and he looked like an old dragon clock, and what Ji Gong couldn't bear to see was that he still had a large sarcoma on his neck. The tumor was like a small altar, hanging so heavily on his chest that his head and neck could not be straightened, and he had to walk with his hands.

This tumor-bearing person still had two lines of tears on his face, which was very miserable. He stepped out of the store and staggered forward.

Ji Gong looked at his back, stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly kicked and kicked and chased after him, stopping him and saying, "You master, you must have encountered something difficult, right?"

The man looked up with difficulty, and before him was a poor monk, he sighed and said, "Alas! Master Father, don't ask, it's hard to say a word!" Say, wipe away the tears to go.

Ji Gong grabbed him, patted him on the shoulder, and advised him not to be sad, although there was something difficult to say, maybe it could help him a little.

When the man heard Ji Gong say this, he raised his eyes and looked at Ji Gong again, saw his ragged appearance, sighed and said, "I have fallen to such a point, and I am also destined." Master Father, you are also a poor person, how can you help me! Alas, don't mention it, don't mention it..."

"Uncle, you just have to say," Ji Gong nodded, affirmatively, "I will definitely be able to help you!"

Although the man was half-convinced, he saw that Ji Gong's attitude was very sincere, and he spoke so seriously, not as if he was joking, so he told Ji Gong about his own experience.

It turned out that the person with the tumor on his neck was called Li Sande. Earlier, he worked as a running hall in a restaurant in the city. Three years ago, the current Yujia tea house business was not good, and it was about to close its doors. Someone gave the tea house treasurer Yu Deshui an idea and said, "You go and find Li Sande and ask him to run the hall for you." This person is kind and kind, and he can get better as soon as he comes to keep your business. ”

Yu Deshui listened to these words and thought of all ways to invite Li Sande here. Because Li Sande's legs are diligent and his feet are fast and sweet, and the reception of customers is very thoughtful, the business of tea house wine and rice noodles is getting better and better. In just three years, Yu Deshui made a lot of money and rebuilt the tea house.

However, Due to overwork, Li Sande's body gradually weakened, and later, somehow, this tumor was born on his neck. Yu Deshui saw that he could no longer dry, so he told him not to come to the church and go home to rest. At first, a few dollars were given back every month, but later they were not given.

Li Sande's family has an old mother, wife, children of four or five people, usually rely on him alone to earn money to survive, now that he has stopped working and cut off his income, he can't get by. Today, he came to the tea house to ask Yu Deshui to look at the face of helping him in the past, and to help him a little more. Unexpectedly, Yu Deshui was ungrateful and did not give anything.

When Ji Gong heard Li Sande say this, he was so angry that he grabbed Li Sande and said, "Go, you go with me, find this black-hearted settleter!"

Li Sande shrank back in fright, and kept saying, "Master Father, forget it, I only blame me for having this strange disease, I can't do anything...

"Don't say it, go, find Yu Deshui to evaluate!" Ji Gong did not let Li Sande speak down, and dragged him to the Yu Family Tea House.

As Ji Gong walked, he enlightened Li Sande. He said that he had done a lot of things for Yu Deshui, helped him make a prosperous business, and made a lot of money for him, but he was tired and had a large sarcoma. But Yu Deshui was ungrateful and treated people so badly! If such an unjust thing is not done, he will go to him for reasoning, and he will bully people in the future!

Li Sande's economic public talk, think about it too. He wanted to nod at Ji Gong, but the hanging tumor was too heavy to even look good. ，

Ji Gong saw this, pitied him, and said, "You are hanging on to your tumor, it is difficult to look up, and you can't walk fast." Well, I'll reduce the weight of the tumor for you!"

Li Sande asked in surprise, "Really?"

Ji Gong did not answer him. I saw him slap the tumor with a bad fan and grunt in his mouth. Li Sande suddenly felt that the tumor was not sinking, and as soon as his head moved, the tumor shook straight. He hurriedly knelt down in front of Ji Gong and said, "Buddha, the little one has eyes and no pearls, damn it, damn it!"

Ji Gong also hurriedly bent down to pull Li Sande: "Uncle, please get up!"

However, Li Sande refused to get up. No matter what Ji Gong said, he still knelt there and looked at Ji Gong with his eyes, as if he had something to say, but he did not say it.

Ji Gong was anxious and said, "If you have something to say, just say it!"

Li Sande hesitated and said, "Please Ask Buddha to get rid of the tumor for me!" After saying that, he prostrated his head a few times in a row.

Ji Gong laughed loudly: "This tumor should be kept....

He leaned over Li Sande's ear and whispered a few words.

Li Sande listened, and a smile gradually appeared on his face. He got up from the ground and went with Ji Gong to find Yu Deshui.

At this time, Yu Deshui was holding a teapot, lying on the cabinet, his head turning around from time to time, looking at the steaming shop hall with joy. Suddenly, he saw a poor monk pulling Li Sande in angrily, and his heart couldn't help but jump from "Gordon".

As soon as Ji Gong entered the door, he went straight to the front of the cabinet and scolded Yu Deshui: "You heartless Yu Deshui, I am looking for you to judge!" Ji Gong originally did not know Yu Deshui, and when he entered the door, it was Li Sande who told him.

Yu Deshui couldn't figure out what was going on, and hurriedly greeted him and said, "Master."

The Father is angry, and if he has something to say, why quarrel and shout?"

"What a quarrel, I'll judge with you, do you still have to whisper?"

Down!" Ji Gong stretched his face and brought Li Sandra to the front and said, "This great master is the running hall in your shop?"

Yu Deshui nodded and said, "Yes!"

"So yes, why don't you pay him?"

"That, that..... Yu Deshui was half stunned. He said,

"He, he has a tumor in his neck, he is at home, how can I pay him?"

When Ji Gong heard this, he was particularly annoyed, and reached out to grab Yu Deshui by the chest, at this time, many diners in the restaurant hall stood up from their seats and looked at it, all worried about Yu Deshui, afraid that he would be beaten by this poor monk. A fast-talking guest had to shout, "Monks don't do anything!" Before he could say anything, he overheard Ji Gong scolding angrily again: "Good Yu DeShui!" When you get water, you forget that there was no water in the past, and you are really a villain who turns his face and does not recognize people! I ask you, was this Uncle Li's tumor born when he was working in your shop?"

"Monk, that's what you'll get." The fast-mouthed eater interjected,

"I am a regular visitor to the Yu family tea house and have seen it with my own eyes."

Yu Deshui could only nod his head and admit, "Yes."

"You were born here, so you have to be responsible for treating him!" Ji Gong raised his voice a lot.

Ji Gong's words fell silent, and the diners immediately coaxed up, and some said." The monk was right. Some said: "Li Sande gave The Yu Treasurer a tumor when he was tired, and it is impossible for the Yu Treasurer not to give treatment." The fast-talking old eater also came to make love to Li Sande.

Yu Deshui was a little flustered. But after all, he was an old adulterous and vicious person, his eyes rolled and he immediately said happily, "Master Father and all the high friends, Li Sande and I are old donggang, he has this strange disease, just like I got." As long as anyone can cure him of this tumor, the cost of medicine is three hangings and four hangings, and my surname is Yu. In fact, he knew that no one could cure this malignant tumor, so he was happy to say these cool words, sell people's feelings, and appear generous.

Ji Gong let go of his hand and asked, "Are you allowed to give it?"

"As long as it's cured, I'll give it." Yu Deshui's tone was very hard.

"Well," said Ji Gong, "you don't have to hang three or four, I only need two hangings to cure him." But if he's cured, he'll have to rest at home for a while, and you'll have to pay for it. ”

Yu Deshui thought to himself, how can such an evil disease be cured so bento, this poor monk is just scaring people. So he nodded and said, "I give."

Ji Gong smiled slightly, took out a piece of medicine from his pocket, put it in his mouth and chewed it, and applied it to Li Sande's big tumor. He whispered a few incantations in his mouth, and his hand touched the tumor, and the tumor immediately became smaller, touched again, and immediately became smaller again.

"Ah, what a miracle!" Monk Dharma Boundless!" People marveled.

Yu Deshui was also in a daze. But when he thought that he had to pay for medicine and work, he felt that he was distressed again, and blurted out: "No, no, no, this tumor is getting smaller by himself, and I don't give money."

Ji Gongyi clapped his hands and said, "If you don't pay, I won't be cured."

Yu Deshui said reluctantly: "It is best not to cure it, and it is best not to cure it."

"You black-hearted, I see you have no medicine to save!" Ji Gong narrowed his eyes, scolded At Yu Deshui, there were words in his mouth, and grabbed Li Sande's neck with his hand, and the tumor on Li Sande's neck immediately disappeared, and he pressed his hand Yu Deshui's neck. Yu Had to shrink back, but it was too late, but a tumor appeared on his neck.

Yu Deshui jumped straight to his feet. He touched the tumor and scolded Ji Gong angrily." You demon monk, take off my tumor. ”

"You scold you, the tumor grows up soon." Ji Gong sang a mountain song.

The people next to him watched, and the tumor really grew in a circle, like a small altar.

Yu Deshui desperately went to pull the tumor. But the more he pulled, the more he pulled, the bigger it became, and in an instant, the tumor hung down from his neck and hung up to his chest, so heavy that he could only hook his waist, and his head could not be lifted.

Li Sande, who had bent over and bent over before, removed the tumor at this time, his waist was also straight, and his complexion became better. Ji Gong said to him, "Uncle Li, you should still find your old owner and go to his shop to do things." Li Sande thanked him one after another and left.

Ji Gong turned around and wanted to leave. Yu Deshui immediately rushed over and knelt on the ground to beg Ji Gong.

Ji Gong kicked him, picked him up from the ground, and said, "You little boy has no faith in his words, I can't easily believe you, I want you to suffer for three years!" After three years, if you truly repent, I will remove this tumor for you!" After saying that, he turned around, went out of the Yu family tea house, kicked and kicked and went to hang out again.