The uncontrollable Tang Seng couldn't help but shed tears, hurriedly Amitabha Buddha, stepped forward a few steps to support the old woman, and then said softly: "I don't know who the female Bodhisattva is? Why is she here? The poor monk is now called Xuanzang." ”

The old woman still kept falling tears, and looked at her stupidly for a long time before she slowly trembled: "I knew you would come back, you would definitely come back, I saw back then that you and he were in general temperament, and they would never really abandon this family affection." ”

Tang Seng was even more dazed when he heard this, and couldn't help but say again: "The female bodhisattva knows the poor monk?"

The old woman's tearful eyes fell on her face, as if her thoughts had returned to the past, and she couldn't help but cry with joy and tears.

After a long time, he sighed slowly with tears streaming down his face: "How many years have passed, I don't want you to be so old, but after all, you still came back, and I want Miss to be able to look at it." You don't remember me, I'm Gillian, Miss's personal maid, that is, your mother Yin Wenjiao. ”

Hearing his mother's "blindness", Tang Seng couldn't help but tremble in his heart in an instant, he was finally a step too late, and he didn't want his lay mother to have passed away......

In an instant, tears slipped down his face uncontrollably, so he hurriedly recited Amitabha Buddha silently again.

Seeing her tears, the old woman's face instantly showed a look of relief, but she was still happy and crying, and said slowly: "I know, I know, no one can really change you, just like him, even the gods in the sky, can't change you." ”

"Help me to sit down, just sit on this ground, my body, I'm afraid I can't walk anymore." It's just a glimmer of hope that one day, you'll be able to come back and have a look......"

When Tang Seng heard this, he subconsciously gently helped him sit down, and then put his palms together and said: "Amitabha! I don't want the poor monk's secular mother to have passed away, and the poor monk dares to ask the female Bodhisattva, why did this Yin Mansion fall into such a field?"

Tang Seng still couldn't help the doubts and curiosity in his heart.

The old woman couldn't help but sigh, and there was obvious joy and relief in her laughter, but also a touch of helplessness and sadness.

Then he said slowly: "When you enter Shamen, you don't care about the affairs of your family, don't you know that your mother's family has no men, only your mother and a daughter." In the early years, there were also children and children next to him, but they all died in the war of that year. Later, later, Miss she finally came back, but you also entered the Shamen, Miss She was alone, her heart was dead, and soon after, finally, she finally committed suicide by hanging herself......"

The old woman couldn't cry anymore, and it was difficult to continue.

And when he heard that the hanging beam committed suicide, Tang Seng finally couldn't help but be shocked in his heart, and his tears fell straight down, and he hurriedly raised his head and folded his hands: Amitabha! Why is this so? Why do you have to do this? I don't know why you want to commit suicide Mother?

After a while, the old woman finally slowly woke up from her extreme grief, and continued softly with joy and tears again: "After the young lady died, she left a will, and after the old lady saw it, she finally couldn't help but be overly sad, and she passed away one after another in a few days. ”

But there was no man in the old man's house, and there was no one in the family, and the people were gone overnight, leaving only the little maid alone. Because of the grace of the lord who once saved his life, he was given the same name as the young lady, and treated him as a woman, so he was grateful, unwilling to leave, and was willing to wait for the young master to return to death. ”

In an instant, Tang Seng raised his head and no longer dared to lower his head, tears as if a broken thread, kept falling from his face, and he couldn't help but silently recite in his heart: My Buddha is merciful! Bodhisattva is merciful! A disciple saves others, why can't he save himself?

Seeing that she couldn't help crying like this, the old woman couldn't help but be even more relieved, but she still couldn't help but cry and repeated: "I knew, I knew, I knew that one day you would come back......"

It can be said that the true river flow of returning to nature, it is not only its person who comes back, but also its nature, the river that once dared to kill people in anger and was affectionate to the sex.

Tang Seng couldn't understand the deep meaning of the old woman's words, if he could be indifferent, then it would no longer be you who came back! But he didn't dare to bow his head, he could only tilt his head slightly, and silently recite the Heart Sutra without stopping......

Then it took a long time to control his emotions and stop crying, but he still couldn't help but ask again: "Then dare to ask the female Bodhisattva, the poor monk's father, is now dead?"

The old woman smiled and said slowly: "Your father, after the young lady committed suicide, he left alone. ”

Tang Seng nodded slightly, but he didn't realize that he didn't have any feelings for that "ancestor" at all, as if he was a stranger.

At the same time, Tang Seng's heart was still full of doubts, and finally he couldn't help frowning slightly, and asked calmly again: "Female Bodhisattva, can you tell the poor monk why the poor monk's lay mother committed suicide by hanging herself?"

The old woman smiled again, still with tears in her eyes, and said slowly: "I knew that you would definitely come back, Miss she wouldn't let me say, and I didn't dare to say it, if you didn't come back, there would never be any possibility of knowing, Miss She once made me swear that I would never tell you." Unless ......"

Tang Seng couldn't help but feel inexplicably nervous in his heart, and hurriedly asked: "Female Bodhisattva, please say, unless what?"

The old woman's face was full of gratifying smiles, and she stopped crying at this moment, and said slowly: "Unless you come back one day and are willing to find the answer yourself, poor Jiang Liu'er, I really can't bear to let you know, if you let it go, you may let it go?"

"Let go of ......"

Tang Seng couldn't help but mutter, he couldn't help but fall into the devil in his heart, his brows furrowed tightly, and he subconsciously said in his heart: "Let go, you may let go?" If you can let go, why do you always remember the ancestral mother of the layman?"

"Why?"

"Why, exactly?"

"Why did your mother commit suicide by hanging herself? Is it because the child is unfilial, or can't bear the humiliation of being forcibly occupied by thieves?"

While she was struggling in her heart, the old woman's voice suddenly sounded faintly: "The answer is in your mother's boudoir, if you can let go, then leave, if you can't let go, alas! I know, I know, you will definitely come back, you will definitely come back." But, but I can't bear it, I can't bear it, poor Jiang Liu'er......"

The voice became smaller and quieter, until it no longer sounded, and the old woman's smile was already fixed on her face, and her hand was stretched out in the air, as if she wanted to touch it, but it finally fell slowly, and there was no movement.

And Tang Seng still didn't realize it, and he couldn't extricate himself from the demons in his heart.

When I finally woke up and saw the scene in front of me, I couldn't help but feel a huge shock in my heart in an instant, as if my only relative had also passed away, and the endless loneliness instantly filled my whole body, and I couldn't help but fall to my knees suddenly, and burst into silent tears again.

But he could only tilt his head slightly, and his resolute and handsome face was invisibly full of traces and vicissitudes of time, and he was more than forty-five years old unconsciously.

And it wasn't until a long time later that he suddenly woke up again, and then subconsciously began to recite the Heart Sutra again:

It is the emptiness of all laws, which is neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor pure, neither increased nor decreased. Therefore, there is no colorlessness in the air, no thoughts, no thoughts, no thoughts, no minds, no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, no color, no sound, no fragrance, no vision, no consciousness, no ignorance, no ignorance, no old age, no old age, no old age.

After a few times, when I finally calmed down again, I still couldn't help but get up and walk towards the inner courtyard, but it was the boudoir of my former mother, even if I only entered it once, it was enough to never forget it for a lifetime.

But even if he is a monk or a Buddha, he is still the same river that used to be the most affectionate and sexual! He can be compassionate to all sentient beings, or he can kill people in anger.

Then in a moment they came to an attic, and not only did the door hang a lock that had obviously not been opened for many years, but it was covered with a thick layer of rust, and the doors and windows were all sealed......

Tang Seng clasped his hands together, his face was full of wind and frost, and walked step by step, seemingly calm on the surface, but crazy in his heart.

How can you let go of the Buddha's compassion, the bodhisattva's compassion, please forgive your disciple's sins, and let your disciple truly break this antecedent relationship and take refuge with sincerity

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