It was almost night, the green lights were shining, and I had some strength to straighten up and sit on the bed. Carefully explore the placement of the room.

A green lamp is silent, and a wardrobe is lined up at the feet; A bronze ancient basin was placed on the ground and no longer spoke, and two chairs and a table of eight immortals were in front of the door; In addition, a white-haired and white-clothed man was lying on the bed, his eyes were blank, and the whole room was silent.

There was a squeak of the door, and an old monk who described the withered old monk walked into this dim room with only a green light shining on it, and before the old monk looked up, I took the lead in shouting, for fear that the Ananda monk would turn around and leave, I had too much confusion.

"Master Ananda!" I shouted urgently, and the Ananda monk turned his head before he could close the door frame.

"What's the matter with Mu Yi donor?" Like the withered body of an old monk, the voice of the Ananda monk was also dry, accompanied by the creaking sound of the door closing, like a knife pulled over the glass, very harsh.

"Master Ananda, please sit down, I, I do have a lot of things I don't know, I can't figure it out" Since I woke up, my brow seems to have been furrowed, there are indeed too many confusions, too many questions have trapped me in the center of this problem" How long have I been asleep, what has happened, and where have my family and friends gone? Is the outside world okay now? Why do these green lanterns, copper basins, wardrobes, and quilts all speak? "There are too many doubts, and they really need to be solved one by one.

The Ananda monk dusted off his worn robe, which was scraped into strips of cloth at the edges, and the original bright red and yellow were severely faded by the wind and sun, and were in tatters;

On Ananda's body, you can't see the shabby of the robe, what you can see is the old age of the monk in front of you.

Ananda sat directly on the ground with his knees crossed, not looking at whether the ground was clean or not, with some light in his eyes, looking at me, "What is the confusion of Lord Muyi?" ”

"Why am I here, my family and friends?" I leaned forward, holding the edge of the bed with both hands, and waited for Master Ananda's answer with my mouth half-open; My family and friends are so important to me, so much!

"The poor monk only saw a few people at the beginning, and he went before you said; A little giant, rescued by several of his giant friends, a young man with a gourd on his back, who I instructed the giant to send to the Valley of the Medicine King, where he should live, and a fox, returned to Qingqiu; The old monk's voice flowed out, like wind and frost flowing through the riverbed without water.

"Then, may I ask the master, have you seen my mother" It is good to know that several of them are well; In the future, the traces of other people should be slowly searched for by themselves, only his mother, Mu Yi still vaguely remembers the danger at the beginning.

"The fate is over, why should the Mu Yi donor ask about the pursuit?" Ananda obviously didn't want me to know everything, but my mother was all I had.

"I also asked Master Ananda to tell me, "I lowered my head and thought about it, I already expected that my mother might have left and would never see me again."

"The benefactor's mother has traveled to the West and is happy to see the Buddha! Amitabha Buddha ...... "Ananda slowly said the result, and recited the Buddha's name for a long time.

"Mother, mother, she's gone...... "My heart hurts, I have lost my most important thing, my strongest support, a benefactor that I cannot repay again in this life.

"The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, the child wants to raise but does not wait" jumped out of my mouth word by word, I hate myself!

"Please also mourn yourself, the death of a person, the spirit lives on; Your mother will always be in your heart"

To my ears, this sentence is like a great comfort! Tears fell, rain with broken threads.

"It is best for my son to be safe, and it is good for my son to have a son under his knees" Ananda saw that I could not cry silently, repeating what my mother had told him;

I listened to the whisper, "Peace is best, and it is better to have a son under your knees?" Peace is the best, and it is wonderful to have a child under your knees......"

"My Mu Yi, just be well-behaved; Don't want Mu Yi to become a big hero who stands up to the sky, and don't want Mu Yi to become a parasite Cordyceps bag who lives a bad life, I just want my Mu Yi, don't fight by hurting myself, don't fight, and don't be too cowardly; It's good to be ordinary," my mother's words lingered in my heart again. "Ordinary is good, ordinary is the best"

"Lord Muyi, please mourn, mourn!" Monk Ananda doesn't persuade people, and always tries to extinguish the grief in my heart with a sentence of mourning!

"I'm fine, I'm really fine" I clutched the quilt tightly with both hands, the quilt turned its face to the other side, grinning in pain but not daring to make a sound, and my tears dripping on the quilt flowed down the quilt's eyes; My eyes were red and the smile on my face was reluctant.

"Amitabha, Amitabha" Master Ananda clasped his hands together and slowly closed his eyes, not wanting to look at me anymore.

After nearly half an hour, I calmed down and let out a sigh of relief, "Thank you, Master Ananda, for saving me a few days ago!" Lying on the bed, he slowly kowtowed to Ananda. The grace of saving lives cannot be repaid!

"The donor is serious, not a few days ago, but three years ago! This, I'm also accumulating merit for myself," Ananda said slowly with his eyes closed, hiding from the darkness in front of him and immersing himself in his own darkness.

"Three years? Have all three years passed? "I wore my long hair, and it floated down my shoulders to my eyes, and the snow-white of my hair pierced my eyes!

"I, what's wrong with me? My hair? My hair! "I was overwhelmed.

"Yes, three years have passed, the old monk has been taking care of the donor here, and he has been waiting for the Buddha for three years, this is the third year" The old monk opened his eyes again, but this time it was more cloudy.

"So, has the world changed? What happened? "The doubts that I imprinted on my heart were seen through by Ananda.

The Ananda monk walked outside the door and did not come back for a long time.

Ananda in front of the Buddha in the upper room held a yellow cloth wrapped in his hand, "The Buddha is above, Ananda doesn't know what he will get by planting this cause, but I just hope that the true Buddha will be better in the future, Amitabha"

Ananda got up and uncovered the yellow parcel layer by layer, and inside were scrolls of yellow paper letters.

"In the past three years, the old monk has been able to record, and the information he has gotten is all here, the changes in the past three years are unpredictable, the old monk should be regarded as doing his best for Mu Yi's donor!" The old monk looked at the rolls of yellow paper one after another, and sighed in his heart.

After a while, Ananda returned to the house and placed roll after roll of yellow paper letters beside me. Take off your toes, your shoes and place the green light beside me.

"Mu Yi donor, the old monk's three-year record is here; It is to prepare for the day when the donor wakes up, he will ask about the changes, please take a closer look! Ananda said in a hoarse voice, and my heart was moved at the same time.

"Thank you, Master Ananda," I thanked from the bottom of my heart.

The green light and yellow roll are sleepless, and the pen and paper are remembered for three years; I looked carefully, and the Ananda monk dragged his withered body to the main room again, and chanted the scriptures in front of the Buddha.

The flame of the green lantern occasionally made a fluttering and burning sound in front of him, and the sound of flipping through the paper sounded from time to time, except that the room was silent.