At the end of the unitary time, the sky was completely dark, the light moon was like a hook, the remnants of the stars were dotted, and the summer insects were noisy.

Wen Xuan and his entourage finally arrived at the foot of the Covered Boat Mountain in the night, and saw a village about the size of Xiaofushe Village located here.

"Tired, aren't you? This is Anle Village at the foot of the mountain, where we will rest tonight and go up the mountain early tomorrow morning. You can go around on your own and see if you can think of anything, and then I'll come back to you when I've arranged for everyone. Wen Xianzhong instructed Wen Xuan and hurriedly walked away.

Wen Xuan had no choice but to wander aimlessly around the village alone, and gradually discovered the strangeness of this small village.

Speaking of common sense, such a big thing has happened in Xiaofushe Village, how can the chief helm of the Ming Sect send a few well-known figures to inquire about the situation or send reinforcements.

But now, not only did the people on the mountain not move, but the villagers of Anle Village were also surprisingly calm, and everyone looked as usual, just as the group of people from Xiaofushe Village seemed to be passing by a borrowed business trip.

However, Wen Xuan was no longer surprised by these unreasonable things, and after walking around Anle Village for a few laps, he set his sights on a temple built next to the village.

The temple is not very large, and it looks like it is connected to the mountain road in the middle of the mountain road, so it looks quite grand.

Before Wen Xuan came to the temple gate, he saw that the plaque with gold characters on a black background above had three big characters of "Buddha Temple", which looked majestic and magnificent, and the name of "Bao Zhigong" at the place of payment was crooked, as if it was wanton and written.

Bao Zhi Gong...... Zen Master Baozhi? It seems that this shipwreck mountain may bring many surprises to itself.

The couplets carved on the doorposts on both sides of the temple are also quite strange, the right side is "go up the mountain to purify the heart", and the left side is "down the mountain to be happy", and the name of Anle Village is estimated to come from this.

"But what do you remember?" Wen Xianzhong's voice suddenly sounded in Wen Xuan's ears.

Wen Xuan was so engrossed that he didn't hear his father's footsteps, he was startled, and shook his head helplessly: "No." ”

Wen Xianzhong chuckled lightly and recalled: "I remember when you were the size of a doll, the first time you came here, you had to scrape off the money of Zen Master Baozhi anyway, otherwise you would lie on the threshold of the temple and cry and make trouble." Your mother is really too fond of you, I don't know where to get a few feet long high incense, and I really let you hold the incense and ride on her neck to burn the old Zen master's autograph inscription on the plaque. ”

The more Wen Xianzhong laughed, the happier he became, and he stretched out his hand to the plaque and said, "Look, is there a black dot on the first stroke of the word 'treasure', that is the first painting in your life." If I hadn't arrived in time that day, I really don't know what you two were going to do. ”

Wen Xuan imagined the scene at that time, and then smirked, "Then there is no gatekeeper to stop us?" ”

"Your mother relies on herself to be a woman, how dare a group of little monks approach her? Afterwards, I grabbed you and beat you up, and after that you would stare at the plaque every time you walked here, as if it was Zen Master Baozhi who had slapped your ass. ”

Wen Xianzhong finished telling these interesting stories from the past, patted his son on the shoulder, and said abruptly: "Let's go, I'll take you to find your mother, your mother didn't secretly wipe her tears during the days when you were in a coma." ”

"My mother? Isn't she in the mountains? Wen Xuan was a little curious, because his father had just said that he would go up the mountain early tomorrow morning.

Wen Xianzhong's wrinkled face quietly changed to a gentle look, and explained: "Your mother, whenever she can't rest assured, she will wait for me in the incense room in the temple in advance, I think she must be here tonight......"

Wen Xuan nodded muffled and followed behind his father.

The impatient chirping cicadas outside the window kept making noise, and the dim candlelight in the incense room stretched Zhou's shadow obliquely, making her originally slightly rich figure look thinner.

Nowadays, her eyesight is not very good, and the embroidery work on her hands is not as dexterous as in the past, and she often needs to stop and repeatedly observe the pattern by candlelight before she dares to continue to stitch.

Rao is so, the bamboo pattern that symbolizes peace has also taken shape, and it will not be long before a beautiful embroidery can be completed.

Although she was born in a famous family in the south of the Yangtze River, she followed her beloved for half her life and gave up a lifetime of glory, but she never spit out half of the word "bitter", and silently taught her husband and children for the Wen family behind her back, and took pleasure in it.

For a woman's family, whether it is a national hatred or a family feud, after experiencing half a life of duckweed, it is difficult to regard these grievances as a lifelong pursuit like her husband.

For her, the smile of her only son is the most visible and tangible life expectation for her.

It wasn't until the night completely turned the outside of the house into an inky color that Zhou finished the last stitch.

She picked up the bronze mirror at hand and straightened her hair, but accidentally saw the disturbing silver thread, and since her son was unconscious, the terrible snow and ice would creep down on her hair follicles every day, until she saw it with her own eyes, and only then did she feel the biting chill for a long time.

After Zhou finished the embroidery work on his hands, he got up and moved the low stool, facing himself and it towards the door.

Neither embroidery nor silver hair was enough for her to turn a blind eye to the raging fire that was burning in the direction of the village.

Waiting alone for her husband and son to come home is the longest watch for a woman.

It wasn't until she was sad and sad, sighed and sighed, and was so tired that she was about to fall asleep, that the door that separated her and the father and son into two worlds was finally knocked on "thump".

The woman's steps to open the door were lightning fast, but fortunately the figure standing behind the door was exactly what she had hoped for......

Wen Xuan imagined the scene when he met his mother countless times on the road, but he still underestimated a mother's love for her son after all.

She cried so movingly, and she cried so quickly.

So much so that Wen Xuan, a person who can't cry, didn't open his mouth to shout the word "mother", but he also cried so movingly and cried so fast.

Wen Xianzhong couldn't bear to look at his wife and children hugging and crying in the back, secretly wiped the corners of his eyes and turned around and walked away.

At this moment, he didn't know how to excuse every man of the Han family, including himself, because it was their incompetence and cowardice that caused his wife and children in front of him to whimper and cry.

To say a very disrespectful thing in his heart, he really wanted to dig up a few of the most incompetent emperors of the Zhao family and traitorous courtiers from the luxurious tombs many times, so that they could meet the bones of the Great Song Dynasty and thousands of subjects trampled by the Mongolian iron horsemen, and ask them well: How can you be embarrassed and rest in peace!

The more he thought about it, the more he hated, he clenched his fists, he gritted his teeth, he couldn't wait to dig out his fists that had no way to serve the country, let Qingtian open his eyes and take a look!

But when he paced slowly and with difficulty for more than ten steps, a faint air current, which could hardly be called wind, blew away the fine sweat on his forehead.

Wen Xianzhong, who was already about to turn white, let go of his fist, took a breath, swallowed his hatred, and turned to look at the mother and son who were hugging and crying in the house.

The Great Song Dynasty can die, but China will not die!

Xuan'er, the foundation destroyed by the ancestors can only be rebuilt by your generation!