Monk Wuwei and I worked together to clean up the temple for a while, but it was clean, but the divine platform was empty. The Bodhisattva who saved all living beings could not be placed back to this place after all.

The fearless monk glanced at it and said softly: "It's a sin."

Seeing him feeling somewhat regretful, I thought for a while and asked, "Uncle Wuwei, that Bodhisattva seems to be the one you have to deal with. Do you - have you seen something?"

The fearless monk looked at me for no reason: "It's broken all over the ground, what can the Sajia see?"

“…”

"Shajia just felt overwhelmed, so he swept it, wrapped it in a piece of clothing, buried it behind the temple."

“…”

"What's wrong, Miss?"

I didn't answer him, but the expression on my face became even more serious. Although the fearless monk was rough, he was not a person who could not look at the eyes. He saw that my mood was wrong, so he walked over and said, "Miss, what's wrong? I just asked you, but you didn't answer. Since you suffered someone else's loss in this place, why are you going back this time?"

"...I, I'm going to come back to clean up the Bodhisattva statue."

"oh?"

"because--"

I hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, and finally said, "Because the face of that Bodhisattva is exactly the same as my mother."

As soon as he said this, the fearless monk became stupid.

He stared at me with a stunned expression: "What?"

I sighed softly again and said, "Uncle Wuwei, it's a pity that the Bodhisattva statue had broken when you came. You couldn't see it. The Bodhisattva statue had a face exactly like my mother. The first time I came here, when I saw it, I almost thought that my mother had come back to life."

“…”

The fearless monk stood there and had no reaction at all. Of course I knew that he had a deep affection for his mother. When he suddenly heard such words, it would naturally take some time to digest and accept them. But the next moment, he didn't say anything, and turned around and ran to the back of the temple. I hurriedly followed him and saw a small earthen bun arched on the ground behind the temple. It was obvious that he wrapped his clothes with his body and buried the place where he buried it.

As soon as he walked over, he actually knelt on the ground and reached out to dig it up.

I was stunned and hurriedly walked over and grabbed his hand: "Uncle Wuwei, what are you doing?"

“…”

He didn't say anything, but I felt that in an instant, the sweat on his forehead was pouring out like a tide. I huffed and huffed. I grabbed his arms, but felt his hands, which had always been strong and powerful, trembling unconsciously.

He attached great importance to his mother, no matter who she was or what she was.

For a moment, a sourness surged from my heart.

He used some strength to grab his hand, and I said, "Uncle Wuwei!"

I couldn't stop him at all. Monk Wuwei was still digging the mound of soil he had just buried himself. For a moment, smoke and dust rose everywhere. His eyes probably flew into his eyes and turned red immediately. He said, "I want to see it, I want to see it with my own eyes."

"Uncle Wuwei..."

"I want to see her."

"Uncle Wuwei, don't do this!"

Looking at him like this, I felt more and more sad. Seeing his fingers getting red from the sand, if I really wanted to throw away such a pit with bare hands, I would be afraid that my skin would be broken. I grabbed his hand hard and finally said with a sob: "Uncle Wuwei, be safe."

Being buried in peace.

These four words made him shocked and he stopped immediately.

When he turned his head to look at me, his eyes were still a little red, and I also turned red, and he repeated gently: "Do you have buried it! Uncle Wuwei, you have buried it, do you still have to dig it out? Do you want to do this?"

“…”

"Uncle Wuwei, Xichuan is so big, you just came here; there are so many people coming here, but you just cleaned up this temple and buried this statue. This is God's arrangement."

"God, I'm making arrangements..."

"Yes," I said, "God arranged for you to bury this statue, why do you have to dig it out? You know, it's enough to have a mother's face."

When I said this, I saw the fearless monk suddenly burst into tears like a child, crying while saying, "Miss, you don't know, I, I miss Mrs...."

“…”

I didn't expect that a rough man like Wuwei Monk would cry, and he would cry without any concealment, as if he was a child, he was both sad and wronged. Looking at him, I even wanted to hug him and comfort him.

But I didn't do this after all, just gently stroked the back of his thick hand and said, "Uncle Wuwei, don't be sad."

He cried for a while before finally letting out this emotion, and he felt much better. When he wiped his face with the back of his hand and wiped his tears, his face was dirty because of too much dust on his hands. When I was about to take out a handkerchief to wipe his face, I heard him say, "Miss, you are right, you are in peace."

"Um."

"...But some of them are afraid they can't be safe."

The hand I was about to touch my handkerchief stopped and looked up at him.

Perhaps because this is about his mother, the fearless monk reacted very quickly this time, and the slightly red look at the corners of his eyes made him seem to be suppressing his inner impulse. His rapid breathing still exposed his excitement. He said: "This statue of Bodhisattva cannot be carved into the appearance of a lady for no reason!"

I was silent and nodded gently: "Yes."

In the past few days, this is the thing I think about the most is apart from worrying about Liu Qinghan's life.

My mother had passed away more than ten years ago, but this Bodhisattva statue, this Bodhisattva temple, was cultivated ten years ago. This Bodhisattva statue with her face was also shaped ten years ago.

After I told the story I heard from the old woodcutter to the fearless monk, his breathing became tense, and he seemed restless and uneasy. He stood up and walked back and forth several times with his hands behind his back, then turned to look at me: "Miss, what do you think?"

"I……"

I hesitated for a moment, and then said, "I don't know what the truth is now, but Uncle Wuwei, you are right just now. This statue of Bodhisattva cannot be shaped like a mother for no reason."

“…”

"Either, it was someone who had seen her in the past who had shaped this statue of the Bodhisattva, or—"
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