At dusk, Mon House.

In Meng Xichang's life, the most distressing and helpless thing for him was the loss of his son.

The doctor said that He Qingping had undergone two or three miscarriages and was no longer able to have children.

The lonely lamp in the room, Meng Xichang sat on a chair to hide his face and cry, which was a kind of crying that tried his best to suppress and didn't want to alarm others, and the crying was even more miserable and sad. He was so tired that a gust of wind blew and he shivered.

It was raining outside the window, and the rain rustled against the window, and the rain intensified and became heavier and heavier without him knowing it. The rain was raging, and the rumbling thunder in the distance seemed to remind him that it was all happening.

He wore only a thin coat, half-knelt on the ground, picked up the yellowed photo from the ground, his hands were shaking all the time, his whole body was surrounded by cold sensations, and his headache was splitting. Meng Xichang finally sat down in the chair tremblingly, put the photo on his knees with both hands, and looked at it quietly. It was a family photo taken during the Mid-Autumn Festival last year, and in the photo, Meng Jiagui stood behind him with a lovely smile.

A gust of wind blew out the already faint lamp.

He wiped the tears from his eyes and stood up tremblingly. I closed the window, turned on the lamp, and took paper, ink, and pen from under the table.

Dipping in ink, he paused, then wrote on the paper:

Life is too impermanent, Thunderbolt clear sky and green leaves.

Before the clouds snowed, the tears and tears had been cried.

After writing, he examined the words he had written, thinking about his home, house, silk shop, money, and couldn't help but worry that he didn't have a son. He threw away the pen and staggered to the side of the chair, he found that he was really old, and he felt unusually heavy for these few steps, leaning back on the chair, holding his knees and panting, closing his eyes, pressing his brow with the index finger of his other hand, and muttering, "Oh my God! I am sincere to the Buddha, and I have not done anything lacking in virtue, why should I do this? It's unfair! ”

"Boom!"

Outside the window, a thunderclap startled Meng Xichang.

God may have really opened his eyes.

Only two days later, someone came to report that a Taoist priest from the rivers and lakes had come to ask for a meeting, and Meng Xichang was worried that no one could relieve him, so he hurriedly welcomed him into the door.

The two hit it off at first sight.

It happened that He Qingping was also there, and the three of them sat down, and He Qingping asked someone to serve tea.

Meng Xichang expressed his distress of losing his son when he was old.

"The world is impermanent, wealth and fortune have life!"

The Taoist priest said, he asked for Meng Xichang's birthday, then closed his eyes, stretched out his left hand and pinched it for a long time, his lips moved slightly, and he didn't know what he was talking about.

After a while, he finally opened his eyes, cleared his throat, and said softly: "The tiger and rabbit meet the dog and benefit, and the mountains and forests are divided into two and the sun is peaceful." The old man should not be childless in his life! ”

"What?" When Meng Xichang heard this, he couldn't help but feel happy in his heart.

He looked at the Taoist priest with shining eyes and said, "So, I still have a son in my life?" And a son, yes? ”

"Yes!"

"It's good to have!" Meng Xichang glanced at He Qingping on the side, and stopped talking.

"The old man's body is quite strong, there should be!" The Taoist priest said.

What does it mean that the lord is physically strong?

He Qingping was on the side, hearing this, she was unhappy, and thought, could it be said that the master still wants to marry another room? With a look of disdain, he said, "Otherwise, we should ask the doctor to treat it again!" ”

"There should be a hit, and there should be no hit!" The Taoist priest said.

He Qingping did not show weakness: "I'm thinking about the master, I don't want to be deceived by others!" ”

Hearing this, the Taoist priest said angrily: "Madam, how can you talk like that! The eight-character theory of fate is handed down from the ancestors, and if it doesn't make sense, it will be lost long ago. We eat with all our conscience! How can you say it's deception! ”

"That's it! All right! You all have a point, don't argue! ”

Meng Xichang stood up and waved his hand at He Qingping; "Tell him to finish his sentence!"

"I ask you, you say I still have a son! But please give me some advice! I'm not afraid of your jokes, I'm old! Fear... How can I have a son? ”

Meng Xichang believes in fate and believes that everything is fate

Doomed. For example, today, the arrival of this Taoist priest is also destined.

Meng Xichang I was innocent, virtuous and charitable, he didn't believe that he was cut off like this, perhaps, the words of the Taoist priest were right.

The Taoist priest stopped talking, he closed his eyes quietly, his lips opened and closed, pinched his fingers and calculated, suddenly opened his eyes, and said to Meng Xichang with an excited expression: "Yes! The old man does have a son in his life, but he needs to do more good deeds."

Hearing "There is indeed a son in his life", Meng Xichang was very happy, he believed that the words of this Taoist priest were not said casually, and nodded again and again, "Okay!" As long as I can let my Meng family continue the bloodline, let alone do some good deeds, I am willing to do as much as I want! ”

The Taoist priest said, "Then go and give alms and make merits!" ”

Meng Xichang nodded, "That's, that's!" Listen to what the Taoists say! After that, he immediately asked his subordinates to send Qian Liang, took the Qian Liang, and the Taoist priest did not stay long, so he got up and said goodbye.

Watching the Taoist priest walk out of the courtyard gate, He Qingping glanced at Meng Xichang: "I'm not wrong!" Give money! Hum! Just listen to him! I see, this Taoist priest is here to ask for money! ”

Meng Xichang didn't speak, his face was solemn, and he opened his mouth for a while: "Give it!" As long as there is hope! ”

"Hmm!"

"Prepare, tomorrow I will go to the temple to offer incense, I should burn incense and worship the Buddha!"

"Got it!"

The next day, the weather was fine, and Meng Xichang and He Qingping set off early in the morning.

This temple is not big, the top of the temple is covered with glaze, the gold is splendid, the carving on the ridge is lifelike, looking from afar, the Zen temple is like a heavenly palace.

Greeted by the scented breeze, they stepped into the temple gate.

There are not many people in the temple, and a road paved with stones stretches forward. Several towering trees are luxuriant, the palace pavilion seems to be surrounded by spiritual light, the sound of warp is loud, the fireworks are swirling, the pilgrims are continuous, the sound of the morning bell and the dusk drum is melodious and floating in the sky above the green tiles.

"What a rare and quiet place!" Meng Xichang stopped and watched.

"Hmm!"

"It would be nice if I could become a monk here! Away from the worries of the world! ”

"What? Do you want to become a monk? If you go as a monk, what should I do? He Qingping said.

Meng Xichang smiled and said, "You can come over and be a nun together!" ”

"Are you really willing to become a monk?"

Meng Xichang looked at He Qingping and sighed, "The world has passed in just a few decades, time shuttles, like a white horse crossing a stream, life and death, glory and wealth are also fleeting, I want to sincerely recite the Buddha in order to seek peace of mind!" It's just that I still want to have a son in my heart, inherit the bloodline, and be worthy of the ancestors of the Meng family. ”

"You'd better not leave home! As soon as you see it, you can't stop thinking about it, and the monks are talking about the six roots of purity! You're still a long way off! Saying that, He Qingping lowered her head slightly, paused, and said: "The second miscarriage, the sinister heart, makes me loveless, I really want to cut my hair for a nun!" ”

"If you cut my hair and become a nun, I will really be alone, and I will have nothing!"

Seeing Meng Xichang's sad face, He Qingping lowered her head, stroked the jade ring on her finger, and said: "Master don't be sad, I'm just talking, for the sake of the jade ring you gave me, I won't leave the master alone!" ”

He Qingping's words moved Meng Xichang very much, his nose was sore, tears rolled in his eyes, he held He Qingping's hand, "With your words, I am also content, master!" ”

On the platform in front of the hall, a large cardboard box was placed, and pilgrims who came in and out of the hall threw money into it. Meng Xichang also invested the money he had brought with him and tied it with a red silk ribbon.

In the main hall, on both sides are the four great King Kongs, all of them are majestic, the eaves of the head are topped, each hangs weapons, and the Maitreya Buddha is sitting in the middle of the hand twisting the Buddha beads, and the smile is full.

Meng Xichang inserted incense into the ashes in front of the Buddha, facing the prayer mat and the Buddha statue, folded his hands, knelt down with his feet bent, and kowtowed on the prayer mat with his hands. Walking out of the main hall, He Qingping said: "Should we worship Maitreya Buddha or send Guanyin?" ”

Meng Xichang said: "It's all wanted!" ”

"But there is no Guanyin here! Sending the child Guanyin is in the Niangniang Temple! It's still a long way from here! ”

"It's all the same!"

"It's different!"

"Otherwise, we're here

In the past? ”

"I do know there's a way from here."

"Let's go!"

Meng Xichang and He Qingping walked along the Yong Road, and there was a hole at the end of the road, which was drilled in, and the inside was winding, sometimes wide and sometimes narrow, and there was a faint light on the wall of the cave, which seemed hazy.

They walked cautiously, getting darker and darker, and it turned out that there was a hole in the hole, and soon they were out of sight. He Qingping felt nervous for a while, took Meng Xichang's hand, and said, "Otherwise, let's go back!" ”

"Are you sure that this road leads to the Niangniang Temple?"

"I've heard that, too!"

"We've come here, don't we go any further!"

"Otherwise, let's go back!"

"Let's go! Sincerity is spirituality! ”

As he was talking, Meng Xichang only felt that his eyes lit up, and it turned out that he had already reached the end of the cave.

Out of the hole, there was light all around.

The flow of people suddenly increased, and it was bustling and lively. It turned out that this was already a busy street out of the temple.

"Nowadays, the most prosperous business is the teahouse, and it is easier to open a teahouse than we do a silk shop, at least we don't have to worry about our goods being robbed on the road." Meng Xichang's eyes were still a little uncomfortable, he put his hand on the pergola and blinked vigorously.

"It's the same to be a tea house! I love tea even more! It's also good to be a tea house! ”

"Hmm!"

"There are so many things going on at home, the business is not as good as before, Zhou Xuan has not come for a long time, master, you can't be busy alone, why don't you find a helper!"

"I heard Zhang Xiangui's people say that he stole his paintings, and he doesn't know what they are! So far, this man has really run away without a trace. ”

Thinking that the second young master might have been killed innocently because of Zhou Xuan, but he had not heard from him, Meng Xichang hated it so much that his teeth itched.

"Could the painting he stole be the one we have traveled to?"

Meng Xichang frowned, looked at He Qingping thoughtfully, for a long time, and said, "It's not impossible!" That painting was brought on Meng Jiagui and was snatched away! ”

"If that's the case, sir! That's clear! ”

"How do you know that?"

"The person who killed our young master is Zhang Xiangui's subordinate, otherwise the painting would not be in their hands!"

"However, Officer Liu said that the clue was interrupted, and we don't know if this painting is the same one, so let's not jump to conclusions! Unless you can find Zhou Xuan! ”

"If it's really that painting, I'm afraid it's hard for the master to find him!"

The weather is good, the sky is blue overhead, the sun is dazzling, Meng Xichang raised his head melancholy, a few birds just flew over their heads with wings, for a moment, his dull and sad mood seemed to have become a little lighter, he looked back at He Qingping, pursed his lips, wanted to speak and stopped, He Qingping followed, the two were about to continue to move forward, suddenly saw under the tree in front of them, a group of people were lively and lively. The two squeezed in to see that it was a few months old baby, held by an old woman selling vegetables, crying "wow".

"Whose child is this, left here, no one cares! What a sin! The old woman said.

"Yes! What a pity! ”

"Poor!"

"Yes! It's so pitiful, this baby is still so young, and it hasn't been weaned yet! ”

Everyone talked about it with one mouth and one mouth.

"Sir!"

He Qingping gently pulled Meng Xichang's placket with her hand.

"Look, sir!"

Meng Xichang didn't turn around, his mind was still full of things about painting, and he was pulled by He Qingping before he reacted.

"A little kid, what's so much to see! Let's hurry! ”

"Sir! Look, who does this kid look like? He Qingping subconsciously winked at him.

This reminded Meng Xichang, he leaned over, tilted his head sideways, and looked at the child carefully. The child was chubby, frowning, he was tired of crying, but at this time he was quiet, and his mouth hummed from time to time, as if he had been wronged.

"Like, like!" Meng Xichang couldn't help but nod his head and said.

"Isn't it like! It's so similar! He Qingping said.