In the slightly dimly lit wooden pavilion of the small building, a young monk still stands in front of the vermilion lacquered wooden lattice window. But he was still staring at the man who had slowly walked away from the Jingshe just now, this new army man who went to the imperial capital of Zhongzhou. I couldn't help but think back to the young man he had just watched from the pavilion, as if he had spotted the young man he was looking at.

He, for some reason. When looking at the young man who was standing outside the courtyard of the Jingshe wall just now. I felt an unprecedented, cold and bloody rush to the bottom of my heart. He couldn't help frowning slightly. He had a hunch. The boy who had already left with the queue and was about to go to the imperial capital of Zhongzhou...

The young monk looked like he was about twenty-eight or nine. Wearing a blue-faced coarse cloth coat, his figure is quite thin and medium-sized. Thick ears and blessings, thin lips and white face, but also a handsome talent. On his right wrist, a sandalwood rosary is wrapped. The right hand is holding the beads, and the two fingers are slightly pinching the beads.

"Amitabha, the teacher's house. They've gone far..."

Just as the young monk was still looking at himself, he stood by the vermilion lacquered wooden lattice window. looked at the group of people who had already disappeared at the end of the rural road. The monk who brought water to Zhu Hui and Xin Huzi just now whispered respectfully behind the monk.

"Hey, do you have something to say?"

The young monk did not look back, but looked at the monk Qixi standing behind him. However, after hesitating again and again, he bowed slightly to the young monk, folded his hands to the young monk, and said respectfully: "Amitabha, the teacher's house... The disciple wants to know... Will you go to the Teacher's House to answer the Dharma letter? ....”

In the end, he still spoke his mind. With a somewhat melancholy face, he looked at the young monk who was standing by the vermilion lacquered wooden lattice window, silently as if he was contemplating something.

The eyes without a trace of emotion in the indifference have been staring at the direction of the vanishing team. It's as if time is gradually beginning to turn back at this moment, back to that slightly gloomy place many years ago...

A pair of immature and dirty little hands were grasping at the dusty wooden lattice window. The owner of the little hand is a child of five or six years. The thin little body was only wrapped in a piece, full of sewing marks and the ragged clothes of the original color could not be seen. At this time, he was struggling to step on the cushions stacked with rotten wood. In order to stagger, he grasped his hands in the wooden lattice window and looked at the world outside the window.

He could still hear the faint sound of laughter coming from under the window. In the small courtyard covered with beautiful flowers and plants below, there is a middle-aged monk dressed in Haiqing gold patterned robes, and a boy about the same age as a child is running back and forth in the courtyard while laughing.

And in the wooden corridor next to the small courtyard, there is also a middle-aged woman with beautiful clothes and decorations. Behind him sat a young woman dressed as a maid with a wooden expression. In the young woman's hand, there was also a silk embroidered fan. From time to time, for the beautifully dressed middle-aged beauty, a breeze was fanned.

"Mother... Kiss? ”

The child holding the wooden lattice window has a pair of curious eyes without a trace of emotion. But staring at the young woman dressed as a maid, she couldn't help muttering to herself.

There was a "squeak" with a slightly piercing sound. At this moment, he came from behind the child, interrupting him to continue looking out the window. When he looked back at the open door of the dimly lit room, he stumbled and barely stood on his feet, shaking the mat and falling to the ground.

"Huh?! Be careful! ”

With a slightly hurried step, the sound of stepping on a creaking plank was heard. A young monk of about twenty-four or five-year-old hurriedly ran forward and caught the boy who was still shaking on the rotten wooden mat.

After putting the boy down on the ground. The young monk said to the boy without complaint: "Pestle! Don't you stay honest? Why do you have to climb that window?! Didn't the third uncle tell you, in this unused scripture pavilion, many of the wood has been loosened! Let you stay honest! Why, why don't you listen to the third uncle?! ”

The little boy silently listened to the words of the third uncle who slapped the dust on his body for him. After the third uncle finished speaking, he was childish, and he stammered a little stiffly between his words: "Three... Third uncle, mother.. Dear in, below. Also, there are fathers and monks, the eldest brothers, and the eldest brothers, and the eldest brothers, and the mothers. ”

The young monk who was still slapping the child on his body and was in tattered clothes. Listening to Xiao Tong's words, looking at Xiao Tong's eyes, he couldn't help but feel a little pity. After a slight groan, he didn't think the child was dirty. As soon as he picked up the child, he picked him up. Slowly came to the dusty wooden lattice window that the little boy had just scratched and grasped.

So that the child does not have to look for a mat to climb, and can see the scene in the small courtyard under the pavilion at this time.

"Footclub, take another look... ... Tomorrow, the third uncle will take you out of here and send you to the place where the third uncle once stayed. To get there... You don't have to be locked up in this disgraceful abandoned pavilion all day long! Maybe at the beginning... The third uncle shouldn't stop you and let your father and monks leave you in your own monastery. So that you can only live in this place all these years...

Amitabha... The third uncle may really be wrong... I shouldn't have left you behind. However, fortunately, you will be able to leave with the third uncle tomorrow. I don't have to be alone all day long, just locked up in this place where I can't see the light all day long..."

The young monk with a child in his arms seemed to be muttering to himself. It was as if he was saying to the child in the small courtyard below through the lattice window again. And he couldn't help but whisper, looking at the happy situation in the small courtyard below.

In the eyes of the young monks, there were resentment, ridicule, unwillingness, contempt, and even greed, mixed looks. I can't help but let the young monk secretly in his heart, second brother! Second brother! You're so ruthless! Foot is also your own child! It's also my own bloodline! You're doing this to him?! Hum! If it weren't for the eldest brother who died of illness at an early age, how could you have the opportunity to get the inheritance of your father and monk and inherit this family monastery?! If I hadn't been studying abroad, how could I have made you a head start?!

But you have forgotten the teachings of your father and monks to our brothers, to be kind to the children of your own family! Although the biological mother of the clubfoot is lowly, she is just a farmer's daughter who grows her own family's Buddha acres. But you shouldn't treat your own children like that?! It's nothing more than that you're afraid that your second sister-in-law's family is powerful! I'm afraid of the brother in the temple of the second sister-in-law's house! In that case, why did I give birth to my poor nephew in the first place? Let him suffer the fault of your evil father in vain?!

I hate the second sister-in-law even more! And the lowly field girl who gave birth to my nephew! One is the poisonous woman who imprisoned my nephew in the dark old pavilion! One is a ruthless girl who gave birth to her own child, but she didn't even have the courage to admit it! In the end, she was still shameless and became the maid next to the vicious woman?! Is...

"III . Third uncle, you say I.. However, you can get from this, in.. Inside? ”

Xiao Tong was a little incredulous, and stammered to the third uncle who was holding him.

"Yes! Tomorrow, the third uncle will leave here with Pestle and go to a far, far away place... Perhaps, you will never see again. Mother's kiss..."

As he spoke, the young monk shifted his gaze back to his nephew, who was being held in his arms. Looking at the nephew who was not so much dressed as a dirty ragged linen. And his small body, which was covered with mud everywhere, and the desire for family affection in the young monk's heart, could not help but be touched again. So he smiled and said to the little boy in his arms: "The third uncle will give you a good wash in a while." Look at your dirty, you're about to become a little mud monkey. Well! Third uncle, I may not have been back to my house in my family's monastery for a long time. After a while, I will wait for the third uncle to go back and see if there are any leftover clothes that the third uncle wore when he was a child. If so, I'll replace it for you. If not, go to the nearby village house and find you clothes. ”

"Three, third uncle! Tomorrow, tomorrow . Mother, mother.. Yes, will come, send.. Foot, foot? ”

The boy didn't listen to what the young monk had said to him. Instead, when he looked into the garden below through the dusty lattice window, he asked the third uncle who picked him up.

"This..."

The young monks, on the other hand, did not know how to answer. After all, the lowly farmer's daughter is the biological mother of the pestle. No matter how ruthless she is, it stands to reason that she will leave this family temple with her nephew tomorrow. Why should I come and send a pestle...

But will she come to deliver the club? I also privately questioned the girl who gave birth to a pestle. But she had nothing else to say except for kowtowing to herself and begging for mercy under her own questioning. Thinking of her cowardly appearance that she was always avoiding really annoyed in his heart! Anyway, Foot is her biological child!

"Clubfoot... Do you really want your mother to send it? ”

After a brief pause, the young monk asked about his nephew, who was holding him in his arms.

Xiao Tong shook his head a little dazedly and said, "Foot, foot is just.. It's to see.. See. Big Mother.. In, with the eldest brother, with the father and monk, when going out. All, will be sent, sent big, big brother. So, so.. Foot, foot.. Tomorrow, tomorrow, too, will go out. Mother.. Send, send enough. ”

Listening to his nephew's answer, the young monk couldn't help but feel a little sour in his nose. I can't wait to take my nephew with me now and leave this ruthless and unrighteous temple! But his good second brother promised that he could only let the pestle go out of this waste pavilion tomorrow when he left with him! But there is nothing I can do! After all, the temple of this family is his good second brother! If there is no second brother's consent, even if he takes the pestle out of this ruined scripture pavilion, he will not be able to get out of his own temple.

"Good! The third uncle promises you! I'll ask you about my mother. Tomorrow, when we leave, will they come to see you off? ”

The young monk said to his nephew with a smile. But he knew it in his heart... The village girl, I'm afraid she won't come...

"Hmm!"

The boy couldn't help but nod in response. There was also a hint of expectation in his eyes. Looking out the window in the small courtyard, the mother who was fanning for the eldest mother.