The fearless monk and I worked together to reluctantly clean up this temple, and it was clean, but the altar was empty, and the Bodhisattva who purified all living beings could not return to this place after all.

The fearless monk glanced at it and said softly: "What a sin." ”

Seeing that he was also a little regretful, I thought about it and asked, "Uncle Fearless, that Bodhisattva seems to have been cleaned up by you, you- do you see what?"

The fearless monk glanced at me inexplicably: "The ground is shattered, what can the Sprinkle family see?"

“……”

The Sprinkler family just felt that they couldn't see it, so they swept it up, wrapped it in a garment, and buried it in the back of the temple. ”

“……”

"What's wrong, Miss?"

I didn't answer him, but the expression on his face became a little more solemn, although the fearless monk was rough, but he was not a person who couldn't look at his eyes, he saw that my feelings were wrong, so he came over and said, "Miss, what's wrong? Just now the Sprinkle family asked you, but you didn't answer, since you suffered someone else's loss in this place, why did you come back this time?"

“…… I, I'm here to come back and clean up the statue of the Bodhisattva. ”

"Oh?"

"Because—"

I hesitated, took a deep breath, and finally said, "Because that Bodhisattva's face is exactly the same as my mother's." ”

As soon as these words came out, the fearless monk was stupid.

He stared at me with round eyes and a stunned expression: "What?"

I sighed lightly again and said, "Uncle Fearless, it's a pity that the Bodhisattva statue was broken when you came, and you couldn't see it, that Bodhisattva statue has a face exactly like my mother's, and the first time I came here, when I saw it, I almost thought that my mother was alive again." ”

“……”

The fearless monk stood there, completely unresponsive, of course I knew that he had a deep affection for his mother, and when he suddenly heard such words, it naturally took a while to digest and accept it. But the next moment, he didn't say anything, and as soon as he turned around, he ran to the back of the temple, and I hurriedly followed, and I saw a small earthen bag arched on the ground behind the temple, which was obviously the place where he wrapped the fragments of the Bodhisattva statue in his own clothes and buried it.

As soon as he walked over, he actually knelt on the ground and reached out to dig up.

I was also stupid for a moment, and hurriedly walked over and grabbed his hand: "Uncle Fearless, what are you doing?"

“……”

He didn't speak, but I felt that in an instant, the sweat on his forehead was pouring out like a tide, and I grabbed his arm, but I felt his hands that had always been strong and powerful trembling unconsciously.

He valued his mother too much, no matter who she was or what she was.

For a while, a sourness surged up from my heart.

Holding his hand with a little more force, I said, "Uncle Fearless!"

I couldn't stop him at all, the fearless monk was still digging the mound of dirt he had just buried himself, and for a while smoke and dust were everywhere, and the dust probably flew into his eyes, and immediately turned red, and he said, "I, I want to see, I want to see with my own eyes." ”

"Uncle Fearless......

"I want to see her. ”

"Uncle Fearless, don't be like this!"

Looking at him like this, I felt more and more sour in my heart, seeing that his fingers were ground by the sand and soil and were a little red, if I really wanted to throw away such a dirt pit with my bare hands, I was afraid that the skin would be rotten, I grabbed his hand hard, and finally choked and said: "Uncle Fearless, enter the soil for peace." ”

Push up the daisies.

These four words made him shake violently and immediately stopped.

When he turned his head to look at me, his eyes were still a little red, and I also reddened the corners of my eyes, and I repeated softly: "Settle in the ground! Uncle Fearless, you have already buried it, do you still want to dig it out? Do you want to do this to it?"

“……”

"Uncle Fearless, Xichuan is so big, you just came here, there are so many people here, but you cleaned up this temple and buried this statue, this is God's arrangement. ”

"God, it's ...... arranged"

"Yes," I said, "God has arranged for you to bury this statue, so why do you have to dig it up? You know, it's enough to have a mother's face." ”

When I said this, I saw that the fearless monk suddenly cried like a child, and said while crying: "Miss, you don't know, I, I miss Madam......"

“……”

I didn't expect that such a rugged person as the fearless monk would cry, and cry unabashedly, like a child, it was sad and wronged, looking at his appearance, I even wanted to hug him and comfort him.

But I didn't do it after all, just gently stroked the back of his thick hand and said, "Uncle Fearless, don't be sad. ”

He whimpered and cried for a while, and finally released this feeling, and the person felt much better, and when he wiped his face with the back of his hand, and wiped away his tears, but because of too much dust on his hands, his face was also dirty, and I was about to take out a handkerchief to wipe his face, but I heard him say: "Miss, you are right, go into the ground for peace." ”

"Hmm. ”

“…… However, there are some that I am afraid will not be able to settle down. ”

The hand I was about to touch my handkerchief stopped and looked up at him.

Probably because this is about his mother, the fearless monk reacted very quickly this time, and the slight redness of the corners of his eyes made him look like he was trying his best to suppress his inner impulse, but the rapid breathing still exposed his excitement, he said: "This Bodhisattva statue cannot be carved into the shape of a lady for no reason!"

I was silent and nodded slightly, "Hmm." ”

In the past few days, in addition to worrying about Liu Qinghan's life, what I think about the most in my heart is this matter.

My mother passed away more than ten years ago, but this Bodhisattva statue, this Bodhisattva temple, was built ten years ago, and this Bodhisattva statue with her face was also molded ten years ago.

When I told the intrepid monk the story I heard from the old woodcutter, his breathing became tighter and tighter, and the whole person seemed restless and restless, he stood up and walked back and forth several times with his hands behind his back, and then turned his head to look at me: "Miss, what do you think?"

"I ......"

I hesitated for a moment, and then said, "I don't know what the truth is now, but Uncle Fearless, you are right just now, this Bodhisattva statue cannot be molded into the appearance of a mother for no reason. ”

“……”

"Either someone who had seen her in the past sculpted this statue or—"

I didn't finish my words, and I didn't know how to continue, but the fearless monk looked at me with a nervous expression: "Miss, do you say that is it possible, Madame, she-"