vrcanaries Chapter 271: Busy supporting the family in the foreign land
Chapter 271: Busy supporting the family in the foreign land
Since Master Zhishang arrived at the temple in Gusu, he has been beating the wooden fish and chanting sutras almost day and night.
The young master said that he was praying for the souls of those who died unjustly.
But she has never seen the souls of those who died unjustly.
The old monk met the girl's puzzled gaze and thought of the organs soaked in potion that he saw when he opened the box.
Each one represents a human life.
Every piece of data represents an atrocity . . .
As soon as Wei Miao returned home, he saw Xu Ayu busy in the kitchen.
"Mom, you got out of bed like this." Wei Miao's mother Wu said that confinement requires a whole month, especially for someone like Xu Ayu, who needs forty days.
Xu Ayu was holding something on his head and wrapped up tightly. "Doctor Xue said that I have almost recovered. It will be better for my body to walk around."
Wu Ma's silent face clearly showed disapproval.
But who can control Xu Ayu's stubborn temper?
Wei Miao just listened to what Dr. Xue said and didn't ask any more questions. He knew his own body best.
Now that life is better at home, Xu Ayu will not humiliate herself. After all, she still has a bunch of children waiting for her to worry about.
"I heard from Xiao Qian that Master Zhishang hadn't eaten or drunk anything for several days, so my mother got up and made some light vegetarian food in the hope that he would eat something."
Master Zhishang vomited blood in order to save her and her young son. Now making some food for his savior was just a piece of cake.
Wei Miao said "Oh" and turned back to his room.
She hasn't given him the old monk's relics yet.
Maybe the old monk didn’t find any relics in the box and was so sad that he refused to eat or drink?
Something that the old monk specifically asked him to find must be very important. Thinking so, Wei Miao put the relics in the box into a cloth bag and carried it to Zeng's house across the street.
"Are you A'miao from the Wei family?"
Wei Miao looked at the white-bearded, feminine-looking man in front of him, and his eyes unconsciously slid to his Adam's apple.
Unfortunately, it was cold in winter, and Huang Xiaoan was wearing an old-style long coat with a circle of black mink fur at the collar, which made his face look more gentle.
"Who are you?" Wei Miao tilted his head to look at him.
Huang Xiaoan smiled slightly, and the smile was pretty nice, but it contained a hint of uncomfortable scrutiny.
Wei Miao was sure that he had never seen this person before.
"I'm Huang Xiaoan."
Wei Miao nodded politely, "Mr. Huang."
"Huang Xiaoan, who are you talking to?"
Xiao Qian stood under the eaves of the east room, the sunlight shining on her bright face. Her slightly unruly question made the quiet room suddenly full of vitality.
Huang Xiaoan turned sideways, revealing Wei Miao at the door, and chuckled:
"It's the kid from the other side coming over."
When Xiao Qian saw Wei Miao, he stepped forward, took her hand and said, "Ah Miao, go and persuade Master Zhishang."
The old monk always said things she couldn't understand, which made her very distressed.
When Wei Miao entered the east room, he looked up and saw Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva with a compassionate look.
In contrast, the old monk's sitting body looked even thinner.
"Master, here's what you want."
Wei Miao took out two boxes from his pocket and placed them in front of the old monk.
She thought the old monk would be ecstatic.
In fact, the old monk just glanced at it indifferently, put his hands together, and said "Amitabha".
Although it was clearly the Buddha's light that was shining, Wei Miao felt quite uncomfortable. She decided to evacuate first and go home to eat the meal her mother cooked.
This old monk is a bit weird.
"Ah Miao, please light a stick of incense for me."
The old monk raised his head and looked at Wei Miao with a peaceful smile, as compassionate as the Buddha statue before him.
"I have prayed to God in the past. If I burn incense, Buddha will not blame me."
The old monk was choked by Wei Miao's words.
"Do you believe in God?" said the old monk.
Wei Miao shook his head and replied very honestly, "I have no faith."
"Then why do we still need to worship God?" the old monk was puzzled.
Wei Miao briefly recounted the story of Sister Mary, and then concluded:
"I have never seen God, but I have been with Sister Mary, she is a very pure person, a kind and good person."
It was more like she was praying to Sister Mary than to God.
"Have you seen those ten or so boxes of things?" asked the old monk.
Wei Miao nodded, then asked, "Are you chanting for them?"
Wei Miao doesn't understand Buddhism, but she has a wealth of knowledge. In Buddhism, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is in charge of salvation.
When people reincarnate, they can escape from the sea of suffering and not go to hell. This is to promote the idea that cause comes before effect.
"Master Zhishang, what kind of karma did those people who were used as experimental subjects commit to bear such tragic consequences?"
Wei Miao looked at the old monk's pious face and spoke curiously.
The old monk closed his eyes and let out a long breath.
He didn't understand either. Even after praying in front of the Buddha for several days, he still couldn't figure it out.
"Master, Buddha said that all living beings are equal, but Buddhas are divided into different levels. Buddha said that the so-called equality is the equality of Buddha nature, but shouldn't we be born equal? They kill me, I kill them, that's called equality, right?"
The old monk looked at the smiling young man in front of him, then raised his head to look at the solemn and compassionate Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, and the Buddhist beads in his hand turned rapidly.
"Master, didn't you make a choice? You are not looking for the so-called relics at all, but do you really think that salvation can comfort them from a life full of tragedy and shortness?"
The old monk stood up tremblingly, lit three incense sticks, knelt down reverently, and inserted them into the incense burner.
The sunlight shines in through the glass doors and windows, and the smoke of incense rises, making the Buddha's face look like a dream.
Wei Miao, who was born to love fireworks, still felt that this Buddhist temple was extremely cold.
"Master, I'll give you what you want. Remember to tell Mr. Zeng that he can give me what I want as soon as possible. My mother is calling me home for dinner. I'm leaving now."
After Wei Miao finished speaking, he turned around and left the Buddhist hall without waiting for the old monk to react.
After coming out, he patted his chest.
Uncle Zeng Bao, who was sitting in the yard making tea, looked at her and asked with a smile:
"Why is it like running for your life?"
Wei Miao touched his stomach and said, "I'm hungry. The Buddha won't eat the offerings in front of the Buddha, nor will he give them to me."
Uncle Zeng Bao was stunned, "Is the master in better condition?"
Wei Miao thought for a moment, put his hands behind his back, raised his chin slightly, half-closed his eyes and said in a profound tone:
"The master has thousands of knots in his heart that he needs to untie himself."
Xiao Qian picked up the kettle to make tea and asked in confusion, "What are Qianqian knots? Are they as delicious as the tofu knots made by your grandma?"
Not to mention Huang Xiaoan, even Uncle Zeng Bao laughed out loud.
Only Wei Miao thought for a moment before saying seriously, "I guess not."
Now Uncle Zeng Bao and Huang Xiaoan laughed without any restraint.
Huang Xiaoan, in particular, exaggeratedly rubbed her belly with one hand and raised her orchid finger with the other hand, shouting, "This is so funny, this is so funny!"
Xiao Qian looked puzzled. He didn't want to be angry with his young master, so he stared at Huang Xiaoan with his big eyes.
"Tofu knots are delicious, what's so funny about that? I never saw you eat less when we were eating them."
Huang Xiaoan was about to speak when he looked up and saw Master Zhishang standing under the eaves, looking at them calmly.
Xiao Qian was surprised and said, "Master, you finally came out. Do you want to eat tofu knots?"
The old monk smiled and said, "Then I'll trouble you, Xiao Qian."
After hearing this, Xiao Qian pulled Wei Miao to the other side and shouted in a hurried voice:
"Master, Auntie Ayu specially prepared vegetarian food today. I guarantee you will like it."