Quiet in the middle of a small village.

The sun is sinking in the west, and the smoke is curling.

As you approach the village, you can hear a few barking dogs.

There was still only one package on his body, which contained the ashes of the last man.

There are many cities in Fuzhou, and villages are all over the place.

They are all calling some messy names, and they can't help but sigh in their hearts, compared to the places they have been to before, these people in Fuzhou have a much better life.

But every time this time comes, there is always a hurdle in the heart of the vigilant that cannot be crossed.

This lonely soul in a foreign land has finally returned home.

But what he brought back was nothing but sadness.

I walked into the village, asked around about the people, and under the guidance of the villagers, I came to the house of the last person.

It was a good-looking cabin, surrounded by a fence, and there was a woman holding a little boy in her arms, looking at the red glow in the distance, and talking about something.

"A-Niang, I also want to go to school and learn to write!"

The little boy grabbed the woman's hair in his hand and said in a pleading voice.

The woman smiled slightly and said, "Okay, A-Niang will help you ask the gentleman in the school tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay, A-Niang is the best!"

The one meter eight tall man who was vigilant, standing at the gate of the courtyard, compared with those low fences, was like an extra tree out of thin air, and he couldn't even attract attention.

"Auntie, look, that person has no hair!

The woman followed her son's hand and looked over and saw that it was a monk dressed plainly.

With a little doubt in his heart, he said to the child: "Go, help A-Niang see if the water is boiling, don't touch it with your hands, don't play with fire, be careful." ”

"Well, I'll go!"

It seemed that because the woman had agreed to his wish to learn to write, the little boy jumped off the woman's lap with great joy and diligence and rushed into the house.

The woman came to the gate of the courtyard and asked through the fence, "Little Master, but do you want to turn into a fate?"

Caution in the heart of a sudden heart.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Dare to ask the donor, do you recognize Liu Xiaofeng?"

The woman's face showed a little more vigilance, and she quietly stepped back and asked, "Yes...... He's my husband. ”

Caution took off the package from her body and handed it to the woman through the fence.

She was very young, and she was very attractive without powder, and her eyebrows and eyes were slightly frowned, and she ended up with that package.

It's not heavy, it's just a small box inside.

Caution didn't speak, she was puzzled at first, and then when she gently opened the box, her whole body trembled violently, as if she had lost her strength, and she fell to her knees.

The sobbing sound gradually sounded.

Vigilant couldn't bear to see this scene, but it was better for him to bring this soul back to his homeland than for this mother and son to not even get a message.

"The little monk has brought Liu Xiaofeng's soul with him, and he dragged me back with a word before he died. said that he wanted you to find a good family to marry, and don't wronged himself because of him. ”

He always felt that he was doing something very cruel.

At least, that's what the kid thinks.

"Yikes!"

The little boy who had just gone to the kitchen to see if the water was boiling rushed out with a kitchen knife in both hands.

"Stinky bald head, why are you bullying my mother!"

"Stop!"

The knife was meant to cut at the wary heart, and he didn't want to dodge, because it couldn't hurt him.

However, before the knife could be cut, the woman cried out.

The little boy was startled, his movements stopped, and the knife fell to the ground.

She dragged the little boy to her side and said, "Liu Xiaobao, kneel!"

The little boy had never seen A-Niang so strict, he didn't dare to disobey, and his knees fell to the ground.

The woman also knelt on the ground and said, "A year ago, he wrote a letter saying that he was sent to fight in the Western Regions, and that there is thousands of miles away from here.

"I ...... Thank you. ”

The little boy named Liu Xiaobao had a blank face, but looking at his mother like this, he also knew that the person in front of him should not be a bully.

It's just that...... My mother cried.

Adults' emotions can always be easily transmitted to children, Liu Xiaobao also cried, he didn't know why he was crying, but when his mother cried, he cried.

Instead, she cried and cried, and the woman stopped crying, and had to coax the child.

Vigilant said helplessly: "The deceased is gone, let's mourn and change." ”

He didn't stop, he turned and walked away.

The old monk has a saying that is very true, sometimes, no matter how great your ability is, you can't make everything go as you wish.

Caution is a false monk.

He himself thinks so.

Abide by the rules and precepts, do good deeds and accumulate virtues, eat fasting and recite Buddha, he does what only monks do every day, but he is a fake monk.

Because, he doesn't believe in Buddhism.

Only when you see it with your own eyes will you know that the so-called great compassion for relieving the suffering will always be just a bridge in a storybook.

There are many kinds of storybooks, books for children, books for adults, and books for monks.

It's full of the deeds of saints who have eyes and hands to the sky, but in fact, they have never appeared in your life.

Caution couldn't help them in any way, so they could only leave quietly and hand over time to their mother and son.

"Auntie, I miss my father. ”

After leaving vigilantly, the little boy cried enough and snuggled up in his mother's arms, feeling the warmth.

"Mother doesn't want to, he's already back, and our family is still a family of three. ”

The woman smiled kindly, hugged the box, and hugged it tightly.

Liu Xiaobao is very smart, he has realized what is happening, he wants to know how his father died, and his mind is fantasizing about the enemies who killed his father.

"Xiaobao, tomorrow my mother will send you to study, let's study hard, okay?"

Mrs. touched Liu Xiaobao's head, she had already thought about it, send her son to the school, let him learn to read hard, and do whatever he did in the future, as long as he forgot about tonight.

Resentment is a luxury, and the only thing she can do as a mother is to isolate Liu Xiaobao's future from a world full of blood.

"Good!"

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After leaving the village, the wary heart suddenly became a little dazed.

When he came out of the ruined temple, which was not called a temple, the old monk said that he wanted him to see this worldly world by himself.

He always felt that his Dharma name was taken casually by the old monk.

Caution, what caution?

Can a person be called a human being without a heart?

But now he thinks that the so-called Buddha may be the person who has been vigilant.

No desires, no desires, supreme, how can such a saint have the heart of a mortal.

Without a heart there is no pain, but without suffering, how can we be human?

This may be what the old monk wanted to say to himself.