Chapter 117: So It Was Like It
"Master Jinghui, just tell me about this, I will tell my mother and father." After listening to Mrs. Jinghui's words, Su Baixi immediately changed to a precarious expression, "After all, this is a matter of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and it is inconvenient for the master to come forward." ”
"That's the best, if there's anything else the eldest lady doesn't understand, you can always ask the poor nuns." Master Jing Hui looked like she was worried.
Su Baixi naturally didn't meet the eldest lady, and when she arrived at the prayer hall, the eldest lady and her party had already gone to the cold hermitage.
The old lady stood at the door of the dilapidated hut with a gloomy face, and the eldest lady was just about to raise her hand to push the door open, when suddenly a cold voice came from inside, and only a woman seemed to be talking to herself—
"The Bodhisattva is above, the believer Zhou, sincerely prays for blessings, and wishes the prime minister of the capital a family, the family house is safe, and everything goes well. The prime minister's official fortune is prosperous and peaceful, and he will not be framed by traitors; The old lady is in good health and lives a long life, free from the torture of illness, I remember that the old lady has a cold disease, so many years, I don't know if it is better or not......"
This is the voice of the third aunt worshipping the Buddha and praying for blessings!
The eldest lady was stunned in her heart, and suddenly felt that something was wrong! Her eyelids jumped a few times, and she remembered the raw maid.
The old lady had evidently heard the words coming from the house, and her expression suddenly became unusual, and she suddenly raised her foot and pushed open the dilapidated door—
Here, where is there any picture of the third aunt and the man in the cold nunnery that the eldest lady said, and I can't even find the shadow of half a man.
I saw that the third aunt Zhou, dressed in rags and barefoot, was kneeling in the middle of the room, praying for blessings sincerely, without a trace of resentment against the injustice of fate on her face, her expression was peaceful, and she said in her mouth-
"Bodhisattva, the believer often has to be taken care of by the old lady when she is in the prime minister's house, and the believer has been grateful for it all these years, please Bodhisattva must bless the old lady. In this world, the believer is only living, and the believer is willing to reduce ten years of life to pray for the old lady. And ......" As if remembering something sad, the third aunt's voice suddenly choked up-
"My poor daughter Yueming, I heard that she also came to Jing'an Temple this time, I hope she doesn't remember my useless mother, let her treat the eldest lady as her own mother, just live well, I will be satisfied."
"Yueming is your child, how can you recognize someone else as your biological mother." Suddenly, an old voice interrupted the third aunt's words, the third aunt was stunned for a moment, her back froze, and after a while she turned around, when she saw the person standing in front of her, she rubbed her eyes vigorously, and her face showed a look of disbelief-
"Bodhisattva, am I dazzled? Did I see the old lady? ”
After years of torture, the third aunt's face has lost half of the brilliance of the year, her skin is sallow, her thin cheeks have no flesh, a pair of originally watery and gentle eyes are deep in the sockets, there is no figure, she is sluggish like a pool of stagnant water, and her lips are dry as if they have been drained.
Obviously, he was only thirty years old, which was a good time, but the temples were already gray, and the hands were even more thin, looking like an old lady in her fifties and sixties.
Look at the place where she lives, in such a cold weather, this house is surrounded by four walls, doors and windows, all of which are holes, and the cold wind is whistling in, crackling, but the third aunt is only wearing a thin layer of single clothes, there are two holes in the sleeves and back of the clothes, and there is no half pair of shoes on her feet.
It seems that she has been unattended here for a long time.