On death row, the little beggar opened his eyes!

He had a dream, a very terrible dream, that a girl was carried into the temple, and then the men brought some mud, and they smeared it layer upon layer. First the girl's legs, then her body, and finally the mud on the girl's neck.

The girl's neck is very beautiful, especially against the background of the mud, it shows a luster like a precious porcelain. The little beggar saw that the girl's neck was rising and falling violently, and he felt the girl's fear, but the girl could do nothing. The mud that had been applied to her legs had dried up, and the people didn't seem satisfied, so they smeared more mud on top of each other.

Finally, the girl gave up the struggle, and she calmly looked at the people in front of her who were struggling to smear mud on herself, and smiled. It's just that the girl's smile is unusually pale, unusually helpless, and unusually pitiful.

Although it was in a dream, the little beggar felt as if he had smelled the aroma of rice soup. He saw a woman walk up to the girl with a porcelain bowl, dip the spoon in the bowl and touch her lips gently.

The girl's lips were dry, and the little beggar heard the girl pleading in a low voice: "Mother, give me a drink, for I am hungry and thirsty." ”

The woman's hand holding the soup bowl trembled slightly, "Good! Bear with us, and soon you won't feel hungry or thirsty. ”

The girl pursed her dry lips, and asked in a low voice, "Mother, where is my sister?" She had escaped."

"Don't mention your sister to me again!" The woman also lowered her voice, and the little beggar could hear that the woman was a little upset.

The little beggar did not understand why the girl, who called her mother, did not say a word when she watched her suffer so much. Finally, the mud from the girl's neck was dry, and several men who looked like craftsmen stepped forward, polishing and carving them carefully. The girl's eyes were slightly closed, and she was so hungry and sleepy that she couldn't muster any spirit to look closely at what these people were doing around her.

Eventually, the mud was carved into the same curves as the girl's body. No! It was the girl's curve, but it was covered in layers of mud. Now they lifted the girl up to a high altar and treated her as if she were a bodhisattva in a temple.

Then, the people dispersed, and another middle-aged man in costume walked in. He glanced at the girl who was at the mercy of the altar, nodded in satisfaction, and said, "Not bad!" ”

Those who lowered their heads still bowed their heads, neither agreeing nor refuting the middle-aged man's words.

The middle-aged man stared at the girl's face for a long time before rolling up his sleeves and taking two steps back. Another strangely dressed man walked out from behind him, his head bowed. It can be seen that he is a martial arts practitioner, and his body is stronger than ordinary people, and he is much more flexible than ordinary people. The little beggar watched as the man jumped onto the altar, and without saying a word poured the rest of the mud over the girl's head. When the mud flowed from her face, the girl opened her eyes, and the little beggar saw her lips move slightly and made a voice: "It's you Huda!" ”

Hu Da? Isn't Hu Da the eldest young master of the Hu family?

The two young masters of the Hu family were also from poor backgrounds, and in order to support them, their father and mother gave them names like Hu Da and Hu Er, which were simple and easy to remember.

The person standing on the altar turned around, and sure enough, it was the eldest young master of the Hu family, but he looked younger at that time.

Just when Hu Da turned around, the girl's face under the mud was also frozen in the mud. She opened her beautiful eyes and looked straight at Hu Da's back, and in her eyes, something seemed to flow down.

A gust of wind rose and rolled up the girl's hair, which had not yet been stuck in the mud. Those hairs stained Hu Da's body and were cut off by him with a knife.

The wind blew continuously, drying the mud from the girl's body, and fixing the girl to the altar alive. The men began to move again, and they put layers upon layers of clothing for the girl, and then placed fruit offerings on the altar, and began to bow sincerely.

The little beggar was stunned, he didn't understand what these people were doing? Are they repenting of their crimes, or are they really prostrating the girl on the altar as a mother! Could it be that these murderers still expect the girl on the altar to bless themselves?

The little beggar thought and touched himself.

He remembered that the girl in the dream was the girl he saw in the ruined temple, and the clothes he stripped off were the ones those people put on the girl at the beginning.

He squinted and walked to the window, his eyes peering through the narrow edges. The winter sun glowed cold white, and in the shadow of death row, the girl in the ruined temple stood there with a smile.

She said: "I know that you are wronged, and the one who died has nothing to do with you!" ”

Ah Niu's family, Xing Ruyi is looking at the old woman's eyes with ghost magic. Through those dim eyes, she saw exactly the same scene as the little beggar had seen in her dreams. She saw the bowl of rice soup, and also saw the woman with the rice soup, if she was not mistaken, that woman was Ah Niu's old mother.

"Madam, can my mother's right eye still be cured?"

"It can be cured, but it may not be cured." Xing Ruyi let go, "Ah Niang's eyes should be tired by her children, Ruyi took the liberty of asking, in addition to Ah Niu's son, Ah Niang also had a daughter?" ”

At the mention of the word daughter, the old woman's body stiffened significantly, and then nodded slightly.

"In addition to Ah Niu, I have two daughters, but they are gone?"

The old woman said, her eyes moving out of the window. If the guess is correct, the direction that the old woman is looking at is the direction where the Niangniang Temple is located.

"Are they married?"

"Nope! They died, and none of them lived. The old woman said coldly, but behind the cold words, Xing Ruyi still heard some sadness.

She hesitated for a moment and said, "Ah Niang's two daughters, are the causes of death related to mud?"

The old woman was stunned, quickly turned her head, stared at Xing Ruyi with those two pairs of blind eyes, and asked viciously: "Who are you?" What do you know? ”

"Didn't you forget? I am Ruyi, Ruyi who sells rouge gouache in Yunjiaji. ”

"In this world, everyone will have a lot of faces, who knows, this Ruyi is your real name, what you are really doing, and whether you are really selling rouge gouache. I'm old, I'm blind, and I can't get in the way of others when I live. ”

"Ruyi didn't understand what A-Niang was saying, what Ruyi asked just now was seen in A-Niang's right eyes. Otherwise, how could Ruyi, a person who had just arrived at Yunjiaji, ask such a strange question to A-Niang. But A-Niang, your reaction was a little too aggressive? Could it be that A-Niang is the one with two faces in this world? ”

"You nonsense, what can you see in my right eye? My eyes are blind, a blind man's eye can't see anything, how can you see things in a blind man's eye. Ah Niu, send this lady and her subordinates away, such guests are not welcome in our house! ”

"A-Niang doesn't believe what Ruyi said, so what A-Niu said, A-Niang, you will always believe it, right?" Xing Ruyi re-lit the candle that Ah Niu had just brought over and held it up to the old woman: "If Ah Niang doesn't believe it, just open your eyes, and through this candle in Ruyi's hand, the secret hidden in your right eye will be revealed on the opposite wall." When the time comes, what Ruyi said is true or false, and the eyes of a cow are free to judge. ”

The old woman looked at Xing Ruyi suspiciously for a while, pursed her lips, asked Ah Niu to help her move her position, and then opened her right eye to the candle in Xing Ruyi's hand.

On the opposite wall, a candle shadow first faintly appeared, and then the candle shadow became bigger and bigger, and finally formed a thick black shadow. A gust of wind blew, and the candle flame shook a few times, and when the wind stopped, and when I looked up again, the black shadow on the wall seemed to have been blown away by the strange wind just now, and it turned into a complete pattern.

The pattern shows the scene of the girl being poured mud in the Niangniang Temple, and in front of the girl, there is a woman holding a soup bowl, and from the silhouette of the woman, Ah Niu recognizes that it is his old mother.

"! This is the Niangniang in the Niangniang Temple. When my mother's eyes were still fine, I accompanied my mother to worship in the temple more than once. I remember very clearly, this is the Niangniang in the Niangniang Temple. It's just ......" Ah Niu looked at Xing Ruyi suspiciously, and then looked at his old mother suspiciously, "It's just ...... Aren't the Bodhisattvas in this temple all clay sculptures, and why is there a girl standing in this clay sculpture? Could it be that the rumors outside are true, and what is enshrined in the Niangniang Temple is not a god in the sky and the earth at all, but a living poor person! ”

As soon as Ah Niu's words were finished, the old woman's emotions collapsed instantly. She stumbled forward on crutches: "What is in my eyes?" What is hiding in my eyes? What did you see...... What do you see? ”

"Mother! You tell Ah Niu, is that rumor true? Were you there when those people were doing that at the Niangniang Temple? As soon as the old woman moved, the image on the wall vanished. Ah Niu was worried that the old woman would fall, so he hurriedly stepped forward to support her, but he still couldn't help but ask the doubts in his heart.

The old woman did not reply, she just stumbled against the wall, carefully stroking the wall as if caressing the face of a child. The old woman's eyes were wide open, and tears were falling down one after another. Eventually, the various voices that came out of the old woman's mouth merged into a lung-splitting roar.

"My daughter! She's my daughter! It's my own ...... My own daughter! ”

(Education 123 Literature Network)