Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

Chapter 88: Chang 'an Meets the Dead (2)

Ting Ting shrugged her eyes and gauged me for half a day in the darkened grass room before shouting out: “Sister Qing! You're Sister Qing! ”

Pulling me to the door, I looked carefully at the sunlight that came in, and I couldn't help but ask, "Sister Qing, why aren't you a little old? More beautiful than it was 16 years ago? ”

I laughed and didn't answer. Sixteen years ago, I was so hungry in famine, I certainly couldn't see where I was going. Maintained by modern nutritional conditioning and skincare products over the years, skin is no longer yellowish and people are enriched.

And in front of her was a broken woman, withered and waxy. With a small, thin body, no longer the beauty of the day. Sixteen years ago, she was 22 years old, and now she's under forty, but she looks older than a 50-year-old woman. It's amazing how much they've suffered in the last 16 years.

Looking around the leaky little grass house, there was little decent stuff in the house. Superior rushed me to sit on my couch with a sleeve to smear the ashes. I told Zheng Huangmen, who had been following me, to ask him to go back and inform Rosh: I met the late man and went back to the palace after dinner. Then stop busy entertaining my Tintin and Superior and invite them out to the wine house for dinner.

At dinner, Ting told me what happened to them for 16 years. They fled to Tianshui, rented a plot of land, and the family lived in secret as tenant farmers. Life is painful, I don't know how to survive. Grandson died of illness when he was 10 years old. Hu Yanping, however, died of poverty from the famine in Liangzhou a year ago.

Speaking of Hu Yanping's death, Ting Ting's eyes became red and she couldn't help but cry again. There was no money in the house to grab the medicine, and then there was famine, and there was nothing he could do to watch him walk a little towards death. The only way to comfort him was to marry Superior and Jing in the chapel in front of his bed. You can't even afford a coffin, you can only bury a piece of grass.

It was impossible to survive, just as Yao Qin annexed the post cooling, so he came to Chang 'an to find a way to live with the people who had fled. Jing was captured and is now alive and dead. Ting Ting cried and said that one meal was miserable and cut. She is a big girlfriend, full of poetry, ten fingers without sun and spring water, but fate is so miserable.

After a long nag, after eating and leaving the wine house, the night has come. Chao asked the store house to pour all the leftover meals into a pottery bowl, and he took them back. I can't bear to see him so economical. Leave all the money to Ting Ting, tell them to be patient and wait for the news, I will definitely save Jing.

“Chao 'er, if she's married to Jing 'er, why is she a sister?” Murong Super accompanied me back to the palace and couldn't help but ask him on the way.

Very few pedestrians on the road, silent surroundings, only me and his footsteps muffled. There are no street lights and a few fine candlelights leak out of a closed door on the street.

His footsteps stalled. In the dark, I couldn't see the expression on my face. Half of it, the tall figure around me sent a slight sigh: “Aunt Jing, Sister Jing has always been Superior's sister. ”

There was nothing I could do to hear his tone. He did not want to admit his relationship with Jing's husband and wife in front of others. I could not help but assume that he was married to Jing Yan Jing, five years older than him, more for grace, right? I can't say anything about emotions, but vaguely advise: “Jing 'er is a good girl...”

“Superior knows.” He continued to move forward and said softly, "Don't worry, Aunt Jing is the wife of Superchild and will not abandon her for life. ”

Walked to the front of a mansion. The gate was high, the threshold was cold, and the beam was on the lantern with the book "Riding General's Palace”. Moving in my heart, this is Herremberg's house number...

“Ouch! ”

He looked at the door of the Herren Buddhist, but did not notice that he had kicked his foot on the steps of his house, jumped straight in pain and made a murmur in his mouth. A pair of big hands held me up and let me sit on the steps. He also sat beside me and bent over and grabbed my ankle to the right and left, asking me if I had ever come. I felt it, it didn't work, it was just a scratch, but it really hurt, and I couldn't help but curse Herrembert and this damn step.

I heard a dull voice coming from around me, and I thought I was holding my laugh. Still, reaching for his head, that's what I used to do when he wrapped me around telling stories when I was a kid. And he said, "Kid, don't laugh! ”

The laughter grew louder and louder, eventually turning into a cheerful laugh: “I didn't expect my aunt to be so childish. ”

I tried to teach him face to face, but found that I was still not a good trainer. And finally, I couldn't help laughing, and I remembered the past, and I was like, "Superior, do you remember when you caught a mouse and it got mugged? ”

When the laughter stopped, he heard him quietly say, "Of course Superior remembers. ”

After a long pause, the chilling voice sounded again: “Since then, Superior has understood a point. Anyone can bully you when you're weak. If you don't want to be bullied, you're the only one who becomes strong. ”

He turned to look at the vast house. The lantern brightens the surroundings and illuminates the ambition and hegemony that Murong can't hide in his eyes. Looking at his eyes like that, his mind suddenly skipped anxiety and remembered his future sad fate...

Back to the house, Rosh is back. Tell him that he met Dan Ting and Murong Chao today and then discuss with him how to save Hu Yanjing.

Rosh pondered for a moment: "Tomorrow, when he sees His Majesty, Rosh tells him that the daughter of the late man was improperly captured in the palace and that His Majesty should let him go. His Majesty is a man of the Qing Dynasty, and today Rosh, referring to the forced sale of displaced persons in Liangzhou as slaves, ordered the release of those who had been sold, who had access to wasteland. ”

I nodded. Now, Rosh has more influence than he has in Lianzhou. He went out for a while and came back with a bowl of medicine: "It's been warm several times since I saw you. ”

Blow off the hot air, try the temperature yourself, and bring it back to me. After watching me drink my bitter face, he wiped my mouth: “His Majesty also said that several monks had come to Chang 'an. May Barosh be my teacher and help me translate the Book. ”

He grabbed his shoulder and said, “Who are these people? ”

He smiled happily: "The most learned of them are known as geranium students, Tao Rong, monks. ”

I said, "Ah." He held my hand and turned to me and said, "Aye, you know them, don't you? ”

I vomited: "These three people, together with the monks, are called Shimen Four Saints by future generations, and are your four most powerful disciples. ”

I recalled the information I had read and gave him details about the whereabouts of these people.

Geranium students, in the same year as Dao, are only five years younger than Rosh. Dawson is a son of the Shi clan. He is very talented in defense. When he was young, he was able to think through the countryside.

Dao Rong ran away from home at the age of twelve and had a remarkable memory. One day when he was a child, the master asked him to borrow the "discourse" in the village. He did not bring the book back and said that he had read it. If his master disbelieved, he borrowed another copy to recite. As a result, the word "melt" has been recited.

And the monks are slightly younger, and they are also in their thirties. He had previously been a teacher of the firm and most loving monks to explain Dao An. This person is very diligent and very understanding.

After listening to me, Roshleen called well. Describe Tianming Yaoxing, let the three of them enter the Fuyuao Garden Grasshopper Temple and assist in translating the scriptures. He was in a good mood to take these three as disciples. Pour him a glass of water and ask, "Are you ready for the first translation? ”

“Nature.” He sipped, smiling slightly, "The Vajra Boromi." ”

He put the cup on a couple of cases, hugged me, and whispered in my ear, "Don't you love the saying in this scripture? ”

“Everything works like a dream bubble. If dew is also like electricity, it should be viewed as such.” He muttered, a slightly luminous bass that brought me back to that summer night. Then he drove me away heartily, and I uttered these words in a heartbroken manner. In a blink, it's been so many years...

He leaned down and rested his head on my shoulder, sighing low: "Aiding, Rosh still remembers clearly the first time he saw you. Your face is depressed and your mouth is wide open with your eyebrows. I can't remember Rosh's Sanskrit name. It's embarrassing to say it again and again. Rosh thought," This woman is true, she doesn't do anything. "Later, the more you get along, the more you are sucked by your uniqueness and wisdom. The heart is no longer the Buddha alone. Turn around, it's been 40 years. Like a fantasy bubble, like dew, like electricity..."

His voice was soft as a spring breeze, blowing across my heart and causing a wave of waves. Heart fluttering, sour and tender. In his 40 years, in my 10 years, in addition to this six months of Chang 'an, we spent only four years together. The rest of the time, they're waiting. Is God unfair to us? No, I shook my head and broke off my pessimistic thoughts. Without a long wait, how can we show how expensive it is to get along briefly?

Turn around and put your arms in his warm arms and try to hold him tight, like a life-saving floating tree in the sea. Tell yourself: Don't ask for luxury. Enough of this moment's embrace...