Although I have learned the Tao, I also know the "five sins of rebellion" mentioned by Buddhism. Those are the five serious sins condemned in Buddhism, and "coming out of the body and blood of a Buddha" is one of them. The original intention was to say that allowing the Buddha's flesh to be wounded and bleeding was a blasphemy against the Buddha, and it was punishable as a felony. And the Buddha statues in the temple are all incarnations of the Buddha, so smashing them is the same crime.

The monk has always spoken in a calm tone, but when he said this, he was a little excited.

The monk told me that tomorrow afternoon, he would be escorted to the streets, and it was unknown what would happen to him. However, the monk said that he was a monk, and even if this group of young people embarrassed themselves, they would not be wiped out, so it was a big deal to suffer more. There is a kind of helplessness in the words. I can understand his feelings, he was originally practicing well, but it became this ending, and there will inevitably be no resentment in his heart.

I told the monk that although I met the master in such a place today, I would definitely pay him a good visit if he had the opportunity to do so, and I hoped that he would be safe. Then I said to the monk, if the master can have a chance to regain his freedom, please help me tell my master where I am, and then I will be fine, and there will be no big problem.

The monk agreed and asked me to leave Master's address. I have been arrested here since yesterday morning, and Master must have been in a hurry, looking for people everywhere, and I don't know how long I will be locked up here, but it is also a good thing to have the opportunity to ask someone to report my safety.

So I chatted with the monk like this, and seeing that he was already sleepy, I went back to my corner to rest. After lunch the next day, a group of people came, and after the roll call one by one, they took away all the people whose names were named, including the monk, and it was at that roll call that I learned that the monk's name was Huichi. This name sounds like a Dharma name, and this monk Huichi, perhaps a noble person of mine, prevented me from doing something that seemed to be doing good but was actually doing evil, and in those short two or three days, it was also the only time I saw him in my life.

I have the impression that after Monk Huichi left, I was imprisoned for five more days, and I was called to sit for a thought examination at least every other day, and because my "confession attitude" was relatively good, I was not subjected to violence again. Some ordinary punches and kicks are naturally unavoidable. On the fifth day, I was put on a tall triangular hat with my hands tied behind my back, and a sign reading "Feudal Element" was worn around my neck, except that my name was added to the sign: Situ Shan.

I and a group of about seven or eight people were escorted to the edge of the city wall by this group of people, and it felt like we were about to be shot. When they reached the city wall, one of the guards shouted loudly, and soon a crowd of ordinary people gathered around to watch the excitement. This place is under the city walls, and not far away is the gate in and out of the city, so it is very crowded here. Seeing that the crowd had gathered, one of the young men rolled up his sleeves and grabbed seven or eight of us by the hair from left to right, and pulled our heads up so that our faces could be seen clearly, while reading aloud what we called "crimes." Among them, there was a teacher who used to be the secretary of the national army before the liberation, because of his good literary skills, and after the liberation, he defected to sincerity, so he also successfully did the work of teaching and educating people.

But since May, many schools have been closed, and teachers have been targeted for arrest, because many of the arresters are former students.

When it was my turn, without exception, I grabbed my originally lowered head, others saw my appearance clearly, and I also saw the crowd of people watching me in front of me. Maybe it's because of ignorance, after all, ignorant people are easier to manipulate and easy to be led by others. When dogmatic thoughts fill the brains of every "innocent" person, all those who stand against them become the enemies of the people.

I thought that my heart would be full of humiliation at that moment, but it was not the case, my heart was more of a helplessness and sadness. Especially when those rotten potatoes, rotten leaves, and muddy lumps hit me. At this moment, I am their "enemy", even though I don't know each other.

At this moment, I was in the middle of the crowd and saw the figure of a small child, who winked at me, then nodded, and then made a flying bird gesture with his hands. The moment I saw him, the line of defense in my heart finally collapsed, and I couldn't help crying bitterly, because it was Da Mao, he would never happen to come here for no reason to see me being criticized, but it must have been Master who notified his friends and came to help find me, and it is very likely that Monk Huichi told Master my whereabouts. But I was in the crowd, and I didn't see Master and anyone else I knew.

I remember that I hadn't cried for many years before that cry, so long that I could barely remember it. When I saw Da Mao crying, I understood that they were trying to help me, and this kind of care brought me far more impact than those rotten vegetables and mud flying in front of me. I nodded slightly at Da Mao: I'm fine, don't worry.

The criticism lasted for almost three hours, the weather was hot, we were under the scorching sun, and we wore high hats. The hands tied behind our backs had long since lost consciousness, and no one even gave us a sip of water halfway through. As the guards escorted us back, I felt a piercing pain in my lower back with every step I took. I know, it's because of the relationship that has been standing for too long. When we got back to the classroom, they untied us, and I sat on the floor without saying a word, waiting quietly, knowing that something must happen tonight, and that since Master and they already knew where I was, they would not sit idly by.

At about 8 o'clock in the evening, I heard a loud rattle sound from far away in the playground outside, from far to near, and then the voice of the guards at the door shouted: Hey! Whose child are you, don't make trouble here, get me out quickly!

The child in his mouth, I know, must be Da Mao.

So I got up excitedly and slowly moved to the door, ignoring the surprised expressions of the people present, and gently put my ear to the door and listened.

Sure enough, Da Mao used his undeveloped childlike voice to pretend to be immature and said, why don't you let me come here to play, I have often played here since I was a child. One of the guards probably walked towards Da Mao, and said, "Child, this is not the place where you should come, Uncle locked up the bad guys here, the bad guys are terrible, aren't you afraid?" Da Mao said that he was not afraid, I had a rattle in my hand, and those bad people were afraid of me. The two guards at the door laughed, and the other guard also walked towards Da Mao.

Judging from the observations and feelings of the past few days, if it were not for the escort of the "sinners", the door of the classroom would be closed at all times. But there were only two people left guarding outside. The so-called guards are actually just staring at the door, because the people in us are unarmed, and even the old, weak, sick and disabled. The interrogation room was at the end of the corridor outside the classroom, in a small bungalow, and there were about three or four people inside, one of whom was supposed to be the leader, the one in charge of taking notes.

And when entering the entrance of this playground, there are two people on the left and one on the right, both of whom are holding red tassel guns in their hands, how did this big hair get in?

Just as I was thinking this, one of the guards outside the door seemed to realize this, and he asked, "Child, why did the uncle at the door let you in when you came in just now?" Da Mao seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then said, Huh? Where did the uncle come from at the door?

There was a sudden silence outside, and a few seconds later, the two men suddenly shouted in horror, shouting and shouting "Get out!" I don't care about you! "Don't look for me! Don't look for me! I felt like I was intimidated by something. Soon the sound stopped, and there was silence outside the door.

The shouting outside the door must have alarmed the people on the other side of the interrogation room, and at this moment, I am afraid that they would have rushed over a long time ago. I was worried about Da Mao's safety when I heard the sound of the key being taken out, followed by the sound of the key being unlocked, and then the door was opened with a creak.

Perhaps it was in the dark that we could only perceive the light outside through the newspaper-clad window, and we could tell whether it was day or night. So when the door opened at this moment, the light of the big headlights on the playground outside, which was not strong, seemed so dazzling at the moment.

I was squinted slightly by the light, and in the haze, four or five backlit figures of different heights appeared in front of me.