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第五回 ﹕九命難渡流沙河 ; 十世相逢成同宗
The sun broke through the clouds and melted the dew clinging to the freshly cut blades of grass. Friar Sand awakened wiping the dust from his eyes. Spitting hay from this mouth he took notice of his surroundings. Large bushes of hay laid stacked against the barn wall. Old farming machinery were scattered through the area. Friar Sand cautiously stood avoiding the pile of glass that he lays next too. Looking upward he realized that the roof of the barn, which was once made of glass, was now completely shattered. The pain in his pain answered his question about what shattered the roof. But, how did he come through the roof was a question that he couldn't answer.
As he marvels at this image, he was started by a high-pitched voice coming through the barn door entrance. "Uncle Wugene, Uncle Wugene, you are back", screams the little voice excitedly. With her arms in full extension she approached Friar Sand and gave him a hug. Having no time to respond, Friar Sand stood motionless.
"Uncle Wugene how is Africa? Have you found what you were looking for?" exclaimed the little voice. Jumping in his arms she began to chirp away like a singing oriole asking him over and over again how was his trip. Before he could answer, another female voice comes from the barn door. "Katrina baby, who are you talking to??"
"How is everything." Friar Sand stood stunned by what just came out of his mouth.
"Uncle Wugene, you came home right in time for church", said Katrina competing with her mom for talk time. Friar Sand was quite bewildered and didn't know how to react. He was tugged on the arm by Katrina. "Yea!" pulling Wugene towards the house, " Come on we don't want to be late for the sermon!" she yelled. Katrina leaded him to the driveway. Sight of the car surprised him because he had never seen anything like me before. His attention was diverted when he saw a crowd of kids running after an ice cream truck.
Tyra continuously talks never realizing that it was the very first time Friar Sand has ever seen a car. She opened the door and didn't notice that Friar Sand stumbled upon stepping into the front seat. "The church will be excited to see you back", explains Tyra. Tyra put her seat belt on and took off down the road. "How was Africa? Did you get to see the African queen? ...Oh, I missed you so much", said Tyra. Friar Sand has never been in a car before so naturally he looked around like a curious baby. He plays with the windows by making them go up and down and sticks his head out of sunroof. Tyra was so concerned with getting to church on time that she stopped the questions and let him and Katrina enjoy the ride and the city's pleasant morning scenery.
'This morning church we are going to give honor to God by taking up an offering for the church's children's ministry.' Reverend Johnson said: 'Our children are planning to take a trip to the Martin Luther King Museum of Black History so we need to support their educational growth.' 'Amen', replied various members of the congregation.
"We now are all God's children, and we shouldn't forget that God has a plan for each of us, we shall remember God's unconditional love toward us, we shall take a moment to thank God every day," Reverend Johnson wiped his sweating face:" Let's praise God, Amen." "Amen", replied various members of the congregation.
Mrs. Mosley was well known at the church for her elaborate and bright clothing. Every Sunday was like a fashion show to her as she struts in the church. Today she was draped in her mink shawl with a diamond studded necklace.
"Does the church have any guests today or anyone just in the neighborhood visiting this morning", asked Reverend Johnson. But before anyone could speak, Reverend Johnson spots a familiar face in the crowd. He wiped his face which was dripping with perspiration from the intense heat.
"Let the church say Amen." The Church responded, "Amen." Reverend Johnson continues, "Our Brother Wugene has just arrived back from his pilgrimage to Africa. He was a very wise, fearless man who decided to venture out into the world and find the truth for our people. Brother Wugene! Will you please stand up and tell your brothers and sisters here today about the future and the truth of our hometown."
As Friar Sand began to stand, Mrs. Mosley quickly moved her feet so that it wouldn't be possible for Friar Sand to even accidentally step on her alligator shoes. People failed to applaud as Friar Sand approached the podium.
"Tell us about your travels Brother Wugene." said Reverend Johnson as the applause subsides.
Friar looked at the congregation, which was made up of people of all kinds. Although the church was predominately Black, a few White, Latin, and Asian people were represented throughout the audience. All of a sudden as Friar Sand stood in front of congregation, he felt compelled to speak about everything else except his trip. It was as if Friar Sand had an epiphany as soon as he opened his mouth. "Mr. Watkins you don't have to worry about your stationary store. Your problem is going to be over very soon."
"It's all in your eyes," answered Wugene, without hesitation. Mr. Watkins shook his head. "Nobody is buying enough pens and paper to save the store. Tomorrow I will speak to a lawyer and I'll have to file for bankruptcy."
Friar Sand scanned the congregation and found the two women who were speaking outside in front of the church. "Tyson Taylor is still alive. Send the police to capital Town Street and you will see a large man carrying a huge stereo on his shoulder. A few people were break dancing like this." Friar Sand mocks the rhythm of a break-dancer. "Capital Town mailed pre-approved credit card to all people without credit. Tyson applied and got his first credit card even he is only 11 years old. Without anyone knowing, he exceeded his credit limit buying toys and candy. He has ran away from home to sell all this toys so he can pay for the bill. "Although Mrs. Taylor is not present with us this morning, someone should call her and tell her that one of the dancers on Capital Town Street knew where Tyson is."
At that very moment, Officer Clark entered the church. He was sweating heavily as if he was running in a marathon. "Excuse me church. I don't mean to interrupt this service but Mr. Watkins your help is needed. A bus has broken down in front of your store. The bus belongs to June Summers and her Presidential Campaign. Since their bus has broken down, they will be late for their next rally. To make up for lost time they will need to buy a lot of materials from your store to make their promotional signs and banners. But Mr. Watkins they need you to hurry back to your store and help them. They will pay you very handsomely for this inconvenience."
Mr. Watkins stood and looked at Friar Sand with an expression of great disbelief. He was in such shock that he couldn't utter a word to Friar Sand.
"How do you know that', said Officer Clark.
"Because Wugene said so, now let's hurry up and get to my store." Mr. Watkins said," I'll tell you the details later." The two men rush out of the church.
Officer Clark leaves the church with his mouth wide open in amazement. Mrs. Mosley stood up and took off her gold trimmed glasses and said to Friar Sand, "what can you see in my eyes?"
"Crystal. I see crystal", exclaimed Friar Sand.
"Crystal?" Mrs. Mosley yelled out," Oh! My new diamond necklace I bought yesterday. Yes. It's so gorgeous. I just adore it." Her face lighted up with joy.
"It's fake. You have been scammed", Friar Sand yelled back to Mrs. Mosley.
"What do you mean it's a fake? I paid a lot of money for it", she replied appalled by his accusation.
"It's worthless. You should have bought the other diamond necklace at the first shop instead of shopping around for the bargain", replied Friar Sand.
Mrs. Mosley spoke in a frantic voice," I will stop by tomorrow and return the necklace and get my money back."
"Too late", retorts Friar Sand. "Why?" asked Mrs. Mosley.
"They have moved their store. You may not get your money back, but you may find a crystal which will help Marshal Pigsy to save his face in Indian casino." Friar Sand said calmly.
At that moment, one by one every member of the congregation stood up and all asked Friar Sand to look into their eyes. Friar Sand was very surprised that he could speak to the masses about a lot of things without thinking. "Mrs. Hawkins, how many times are you going to keep calling the psychic friends hotline?"
"How did you know that I do that?" asked Mrs. Hawkins.
"Mrs. Hawkins, just follow your intuition. When your husband comes home late everyday, you don't need to call any stranger to learn that he is cheating on you. Don't pay money to a service that is giving you false advice", Friar Sand cautions.
Tyra exclaimed in excitement:" Wugene, you told me that when you came back from Africa you would be a new man. You definitely predicted that one right!" All the people nodded with her together.
It's something FISHY?
Long time ago in the underworld, Yama's promoted him to be the hell angel among his Rakshasa group. Without the earth body, the faces were never important among the ghosts and Rakshasa, All souls of ghost were fading and exhausting in hell's forever nights, the recycle of metempsychosis once was whirligig so fast that he and his co-angels had almost clean out ghost population in their duty zone, he was promoted to the heaven's Convolution General in Tài-Yǐ Temple.
After hundred of years, he saw the first guy who try to cross the Flowing Sands River.
Friar Sand decided
that the guy was not the monk to get him out to the
journey; he stayed very far to observe the human drown into the sand.
When he saw the guy came in with the same face again, he started to count the earth years and figure out there was a palingenesis going on the guy. He had decided that the guy was never the calling for his West Journey Mission, so he still stay very far and watching him drowned.
The guy came again, same face, dressed and prayed like a friar this time. Friar Sand did not answer his pray to appear to save him.
The fourth time, the fifth time, the guy with the same face kept coming in and each time would start to dress as a monk.
Xúan-Zhùang gave him a disciple name as Sand Wù-Jìng (meaning "Trying to Comprehend Purity "). He used to be the oldest angel from hell angel to Heaven General, now he becomes the youngest disciple in the fellowship for the West Journey mission.
"Uncle Uncle!" Katrina yelled and awoke him from his day dream: "You have guests!" Katrina opened the door and entered Wugene's room.
Friar Sand disturbed from his good dream slowly nodded to Katrina who hovered over him. "Ok tell them I'll be right there", he said. Slowly raising out of bed Friar Sand was struck with a sight that he hadn't seen for some time. The image was much clearer then yesterday in the barn, yet its recollection was vague.
"So this is what I look like," Friar Sand said as he stared into the wall mirror. Friar Sand admired his well-proportioned physique, before he exited the room.
As Friar Sand walked down the stairs he saw his three visitors seated. They were sipping coffee that Tyra has so kindly prepared for them.
Reverend Johnson stood and shook Friar Sand's hand. "Good morning Brother Wugene, we are sorry to wake you this morning but you have this entire town calling you a prophet."
Officer Clarke stood up and looked at Friar Sand with astonishment. "Brother Wugene, Tyson Taylor was found and brought to the hospital and I sent the fire department over to Mrs. Bellamy's house and sure enough, the cat was stuck up there in that tree. Unfortunately however, after getting the cat down from the tree, the fire truck mistakenly ran over the cat, when leaving the scene. But anyway, Wugene, you are amazing. After hearing the stories that both Reverend Johnson and Mr. Watkins have told me as we were arriving here, I think you have some sort of gift."
Friar Sand smiled:" I know you therefore owe Mrs.Bellamy a favor, she insisted that you shall come here and ask me how to find her neighbor's kid back, even the kid has not disappeared over 24 hours yet, since you got her cat killed, you had to take the case and come to ask me. What's the kid's name?"
"Tabatha." Officer Clarke was in shack, he took out a little girl's photo, Friar Sand handed it to Katrina:" Katrina, could you go with Officer Clarke and help them to find your classmate, she was chasing some ducks and stuck into some fishnets along the river side. She is fine, a donkey is taking care of her, I think his name is 'Big Foot'?"
"Big Foot?! How do I find them?" Katrina asked excited with the photo in her hand.
"Ask your FRIEND," Friar Sand gave her a wink:" What's his name? Demos?"
"Demos?" Tyra looked at her daughter:" But it's her toy pony's name, she always spent lots of time with her imaginary pony friend!"
"Demos is a very famous donkey, not pony, it's your mind and imagination render the images, so, only those kids able to see them," Friar Sand patted Katrina's head:" So, you know how to find Demos, and Demos will lead you to Big Foot, you don't need to try to make Officer Clarke seeing your imaginary FRIEND, probably they can't see it anyway."
Friar Sand gave Katrina a eye-patch:" When you find Tabetha, let her wear this patch because her eye is hurt, tell her to wear this to go to the next ballgame with her daddy, make sure she will wear this patch to the ball game, because this eye-patch will save a ball game."
As Friar Sand turned to Mr. Watkins and beginning to speak, Mr. Watkins cut him off. "When I arrived to my store yesterday, I was honored to meet June Summers. Her campaign party has decided to use my materials for the rest of her Presidential Campaign. I may never have to work again. But more importantly Brother Wugene, I told June Summers all about you and she was very adamant on meeting with you soon.'" Reverend Johnson raised his hands in the sky and looked at Friar Sand.
"you have to go to the printing factory tonight to pick up the ballots for your foundation dinner, right?" exclaimed Friar Sand.
"Well how did you know that?" Richard Bragg said with amazement.
"This is Wugene, the man I was talking to you and June about." interrupted Mr. Watkins.
"It is dangerous. There is going to be a gang shootout in the parking lot near that building. If you go there tonight you will be hit in the crossfire."
Everyone remained quite. Friar Sand continued by saying, "You need to very careful and duck your heads if you want to come out of there alive."
Friar Sand shook his head and admits, "I don't see that. You will be safe. A fire truck will pick you up. Everything connects to Mr. Watkins's Great Father's Warehouse. Only Mr. Watkins can save the entire town from the damage of the fire. So, Mr. Watkins will be too busy to pick you up."
Richard Bragg looked at Friar Sand strangely. All that Wugene was speaking was nothing more then psychobabble to Richard. He sarcastically thanked Friar Sand for his advice and stormed away from the group.
Mr. Watkins looked back to get the last glance of his printing warehouse, and the three generations old oak tree behind the warehouse.
Their great grand father was the first black kid ever enter the school, so they have this printing warehouse to print the neighborhood's activity, all the wedding' the church' the school... His father wanted him to learn the printing business every possible day after school, he was there to learn how to make copy and print since his elementary school.
When the old oak tree making sounds out of windows, his father always want him to watch the shaking shadows on the windows and told him the story of the Green Tree Knight.
Father told him, because the oak tree is over three generation, the green tree knight only be there to protect their family and the neighbors.
One raining night his father waked him up and brought him over the window, want him to see if he saw the green tree knight running hors over the grass and the street, the green tree knight was in helmet and armor, duke's pants and horse shoes.
He loved the times he spent with is father, the printing warehouse' the green tree knight and the gardening, but he was always seeing the shadow and hearing only the horse's hoof.
One night after his father died, he did see the green tree knight appeared, took down the helmet and showing the face, looked exactly same as his father, a very very young and God's image.
Mr. Watkins nervously looked around in all different directions as they approached their car. Richard Bragg notices Mr. Watkins apprehension but didn't follow.
"Well I don't see any gangs around here. No shootouts going on."
"Wugene wouldn't know a bullet if it smacked him upside the head", laughed Richard Bragg sarcastically.
As they approached the car they cautiously watched in every direction. Taking a deep breath, they placed the boxes in the car truck. The evening was still.
As Mr. Watkins started his car they were startled by a loud bang.
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