Two Cases of Guo Lin Pharmacists Inducing Buddhists
About nine years ago, when my wife was pregnant with my eldest daughter, she suffered from a facial diseas
Two Cases of Guo Lin Pharmacists Inducing Buddhists
About nine years ago, when my wife was pregnant with my eldest daughter, she suffered from a facial disease between the nameless toe and the little toe of her right foot. Toes have been festering and festering, and she often wants to scratch them, but she dare not touch them because of festering and festering, so she can only itch far away. This facial disease has made my wife suffer enough. To this end, she saw all kinds of Chinese medicine, western medicine and facial medicine, took all kinds of medicine and rubbed a lot of ointment. It seems to have some effect. Gradually, the wound healed and stopped itching. After seeing that the affected area had stopped taking medicine, the panel began to itch and fester. The disease has been cured for almost a year, but it still can't be cured. So I thought, after studying Buddhism for so many years, I deeply realized the compassion and infinite ability of Buddha and Bodhisattva. Why not ask Buddha and Bodhisattva for help?
So I made a vow to read seven prescriptions for my wife before the pharmacist Buddha, praying that the pharmacist Buddha would be merciful, cure his wife's facial diseases, and let the affected part of her foot recover as soon as possible. Results After I finished reading seven classic pharmacists and cooperated with the doctor's medication, my wife's facial disease was really cured, and there was no recurrence. Think about the disease that can't be cured after a year's treatment, and read seven pharmacist classics at once. Don't think that this facial disease is a minor illness and won't kill people, yes, but minor illness can also make people feel infinite sadness and pain. This is the magical feeling that my wife and I had about the pharmacist Buddha for your reference.
One year, my grandmother went to Yanjue Garden of Tanzihua to attend a dharma meeting of pharmacist Buddha, which lasted for 7,749 days and was completely done according to the method described in the classic of pharmacologists.
After attending this dharma meeting, my grandmother told me the feeling of a pharmacist Buddha. She said that there was a senior who went with her to attend the Dharma Meeting of Pharmacists. Before attending the Fa Conference, she was diagnosed with cancer in the hospital, especially uterine cancer. The hospital asked her to go to the hospital for treatment as soon as possible. It's not good if it's late. Senior sister was really shocked to hear this. Just before the Dharma Meeting of the pharmacist Tathagata was held, she was about to attend the Dharma Meeting. She thought that if she went to treatment, she might not be able to attend this rare pharmacist's meeting, but if she didn't go to treatment, she was afraid that she wouldn't experience the opportunity of treatment. She was confused at that time and didn't know what to do. After much consideration, she decided to attend the pharmacist's dharma meeting first, and then go to treatment. As a result, at the Dharma meeting, she prayed to the pharmacist Buddha and confessed her karma.
Just after the 49-day pharmacist meeting, she went to the hospital for examination and treatment. After the test results came out, the doctor asked her: Have you eaten? She answered inexplicably: "No". The doctor told her in a very skeptical tone that her uterine cancer had completely disappeared and she was now a healthy person. This senior can't believe it. She didn't take any medicine at all and didn't pay special attention to her illness. She just prayed and recited the Buddha wholeheartedly. After attending the pharmacist's law meeting, the cancer cells in her body completely disappeared, which made her.
The dutiful son recited Buddha for his mother and the stomach cancer was cured.
My mother Xianglan Zhao, who lives in Dezhou, Shandong Province, is 65 years old. I found myself with stomach cancer in May, and I couldn't get up. I work in Shanghai. When I knew my mother was ill, I prayed for her. Later, I called and said that my mother was dying, so I went back with Buddhist books, Buddha statues and beads. I also came to Shanghai this year, and I was persuaded to believe in Buddhism by my second sister Wang Hengmei, a layman.
When I went back, I saw my mother lying there with a fist-sized bag on her chest, which was very obvious; Drink a glass of milk three or four times for two or three hours. That night I read Buddha for my mother; The next day, I was still chanting Buddha. In the evening, I swore that I would never kill again, and I would sacrifice my life for ten years, once a month for my mother. I've been doing this until now. Because my mother killed too many things when she was young, our old home was in the big ravine in the northeast. No one speaks Buddhism, and everyone is ignorant. Is there any other source of life? Every family lives by killing and selling a kind of mountain frog and snake, and they kill a lot.
On the third day, I carried my mother to the hospital. It's still cancer. The doctor said, I can't operate. It won't be more than a month at most. Go home! When I carried her upstairs and downstairs, I could hardly feel the weight because she was all skin and bones. My mother said that the bag on my chest hurt her when I hugged her. My mother is on my back. I want to get my bag, but there's nothing I can do, because my mother can't move a step and can only carry it.
There is no way, I still read Buddha for my mother. But on the fourth day, mother can eat. In the morning, she ate a bowl of porridge, a bowl of rice and water, four eggs and vegetables. Since then, I have been eating normally. I stayed for nine days before and after that and saw that my mother had returned to Shanghai. When I left, my mother's breast bag was still there.
After staying in Shanghai for more than ten days, I know that my mother is much healthier. This time, the two brothers went back together to prepare for my mother's operation. Looking back, the bag on my mother's chest was gone; Tell her to go to the hospital for another examination, but she didn't say anything.
During my illness, I also advised my mother to study Buddhism, and my mother was willing to study Buddhism, but I dozed off as soon as I opened my mouth to study Buddhism. If I'm not chanting, I'm in the spirit. Now, when she is free, she studies. She can cook when she is well. Except for housework, she studies Buddhism, with 10,000 to 20,000 sounds every day. Many old people in the neighborhood want to study Buddhism after seeing her, and they all want to read the books I brought back.
On October 30th, 2004/KLOC-0, Qin Yanquan and Qin told the story of Shi in Shanghai.
I didn't read Buddhism when I was in my hometown in Northeast China. On the first day I came to Shanghai, my second sister asked me to study Buddhism, and I began to study Buddhism. After about five or six days, I dreamed of my father every day. It was very painful and I had no money to spend.
My father has been dead for more than ten years. I never dreamed of it in the northeast. How can I go so far to Shanghai and dream about it every day? I asked my second sister, and she said that your father is suffering, and you need to give him merits to save him. You didn't study Buddhism before, and you didn't have merit. It's no use him looking for you. Now that you are a Buddhist, you have merits, so he comes to you every night and gives you dreams. This is induction. No matter how far away you are, no matter where you are, you can find it.
My second sister asked me to say 108 rosary 2 1 times a day and give it back to my father for seven days. I stopped dreaming the first time, and I haven't dreamed about him yet. My father should have been saved by the Buddha and won't come to me again.
20041October 30, Qin Yanquan's account of Shi in Shanghai.
Wang Hengjie, 33, said that since she was fifteen or sixteen, she always had two or three dreams every month on average. She dreamed that someone said she owed them money and asked her for it. She calls if she doesn't give it, both men and women. Besides, she is always ill, and it hurts here or there.
She came to Shanghai in July this year and was taught by her second sister, Wang Heng Mei. She believed in Buddhism and began to read Buddhism. She never had that dream again, and she is in good health.
On October 30th, 2004/KLOC-0, Wang Hengjie told the story of Shi in Shanghai.
Nineteen years ago, I bought a cow to pull wood. Little cowboy is one or two years old and likes it very much. I keep it for myself and never want to lend it to others. I cherish it. It works hard and is willing to work hard. Generally, no matter how big a cow is, it can only pull 70 or 80 centimeters of wood. My heifer can pull a meter or two of wood. When tying the car, just open it yourself and go in. You can earn thousands of dollars for me every winter.
It and I are like brothers, with feelings and mutual understanding. Even if it is no longer in front of me, I know where it is and how far it is. It was there when I went.
After more than ten years, I was too old to work or walk, so I sold it to a cattle killer. That night I dreamed that the cow was crying, and the next day I went to see him again. I feel very uncomfortable. I fed him something to eat, but he didn't take a bite until he tried to kill him at night.
Since then, I often dream about this cow. Sometimes he chased me and carried me in his dreams, and sometimes he warned me and gave me a signal. When I dreamed about this cow, the next day was definitely not smooth, and it was a law for many years, so I didn't go out to work the next day after dreaming. I think this cow has been following me and may love and hate me.
I had several dreams when I came to Shanghai. My second sister asked me to recite the Buddha for seven days, 108 beads 2 1 circle every day, and then I gave it back to the cow. After that, I never dreamed again. I think I should make use of the advantages of Buddhism to survive.
20041October 30, Qin Yanquan's account of Shi in Shanghai.
Wang Yi recruited an old lady, 88 years old, on the second day of the eighth lunar month, who predicted that her time would come and died in the pure land.
Old lady, I have contacted several times and told her to read Buddha for about half a year. She also reads, but it is the kind where Amitabha and Guanyin Bodhisattva are mixed together and can't be clearly distinguished.
When she was seriously ill and dying some time ago, she asked her family to come to me. She told me that she wanted to kill herself. I said you can't kill yourself. Suicide can't stand going to hell. After listening to what I said, she said,' I don't want to go to hell, I want to go to heaven. Can you call and see what you can do? She usually trusts me the most and thinks I'm amazing. I promised to say,' You read Amitabha, and I will tell Amitabha tomorrow, and he will arrive as soon as you read it.' She listened to my words and began to recite Buddha. We studied there all afternoon that day.
After seven days, at two o'clock in the afternoon, she asked for a shower and a bath, saying that it was too late to leave; And usually it's six o'clock in the afternoon to take a bath every day. Her family didn't believe it. They didn't give her a bath until five and left at seven.
My family called, and we arrived at nine o'clock, where we were chanting Buddha. At two o'clock the next morning, we saw a big bowl of white light coming in from the door, pointing directly at the dead. At that time, except one person who was tired and dozed off, the other five people saw it; Gu Liqun, a friend of Lotus, saw three saints in the west, exactly the same as what she offered, and came in for a walk. She was very excited and wanted to say that I stopped her. I still asked everyone to concentrate on chanting Buddha and then asked her what happened later.
Want to die is also the first time to call.
On April 4th, 20041/kloc-0, Pan Sufen, a native of Renhua, Guangdong, told the story of Shi Jingzong.
Neither my mother nor I can read, so we like to recite the sentence "There is no Amitabha in the south", and we often sit there until midnight when we are free at night.
My mother is 86 years old and needs to be taken care of in her daily life. Usually mother and daughter live in the same room. Because the old man is inconvenient to move, he hopes to see the Buddha at any time. On May 17, he asked his neighbor Caring Tian to offer a solemn statue of Amitabha in the old man's bedroom.
At 9 o'clock on the evening of May 20th, when my mother and I were chanting Buddha, we suddenly found that the room was so white and bright that we could see the embroidery needle falling to the ground. I've never seen such bright light. It's not dazzling and my whole body is comfortable. Then I asked my mother,' Did you see the white light? Very clever, "and my mother said,' I've been watching it for a long time. You just know. Amitabha walked out for a while and came in for a while, smiling and not talking. I really don't know what to do! "
So we read and watched until four o'clock in the morning. What puzzles me is that I always see white light, while my mother sees Buddha and light.
Mother said that the Buddha was on the statue and the toilet was in the bedroom, which was disrespectful; So I asked Guan Jushi to move the Buddha statue to the outhouse.
Read Buddha, Buddha shines; When chanting Buddha, the Buddha comes from the elephant. A Buddhist name is incredible!
The pheasant gave his life to put out the forest fire.
A long time ago, a forest was burned by wildfire.
There is a pheasant in the forest. When he saw a fire in the forest, he tried his best to fly into the water to get water to put out the fire. So he kept going back and forth, never feeling tired or bitter.
Seeing this scene, Shi Tian felt incredible and asked the pheasant, "What are you doing?"
The pheasant replied, "I want to put out the fire, save the forest and save all beings in the forest." This forest covers a wide area, cool and happy. All kinds of animals and our relatives depend on it. I have physical strength, how can I be lazy? "
The Emperor of Heaven asked again, "It's no use trying to put out the fire like this. How long can you last? "
The pheasant said firmly, "Till death do us part!"
The Emperor of Heaven asked again, "Who can prove your sincerity?"
The pheasant made a big wish and said, "If my heart is sincere and not hypocritical, this fire should be extinguished by itself!" " "
At this time, Tian knew the news that pheasants were going to gather in large numbers, and he helped pheasants put out the fire, making this forest prosperous forever and no longer suffering from the fire.