"It's not that the wife of the Sa family became a monk for her wife, but that the wife wanted the wife of the Sa family to become a monk.?"

The more I was puzzled, I simply said, "Uncle Wuwei, I came to Tianmu Temple this time, and I actually had a lot of doubts in my heart, about my mother. I used to be too young and didn't know how to ask, nor did I know that it was worth asking, but over the years, I have more and more doubts in my heart, which made me unable to sleep."

The fearless monk smiled and said, "Madam is like a mystery."

I thought about it and decided to start with the simplest question-

"Uncle Wuwei, who is my mother?"

As soon as this question was spoken, the fearless monk became stupid.

Not only was he stupid, but I was also a little confused in my heart.

This is the second time I have asked about this question.

The more I ask, the more I feel that I am far from the answer.

I even have some doubts about whether I can really figure out what kind of people my parents are, what happened between them, and their love, hate, and love.

The fearless monk pondered for a long time, and when he raised his head again, a bit of confusion appeared on his rough face: "This - the Sa family is really, I really don't know."

“…”

I was not very disappointed when I heard his answer.

If my mother didn't even know her daughter before she became the wife of the Yan family, then there would be no chance that other people would know.

I thought about it and started with other questions-

"Then, how did my mother and you meet? Why did she want you to become a monk? And you listened to her?"

The fearless monk looked at me, and a look of shame appeared on his face unexpectedly. He paused for a moment before saying, "Actually, in the past, the Sa family was a bandit. That year, he took a few brothers down the mountain to get goods. When he met his wife, he caught her and robbed her back and wanted her to be the wife of the Sa family's village."

"ah……?"

Seeing me as if I was swallowing a mouse, the fearless monk waved his hand quickly: "Shajia, Sajia didn't touch a single wife."

“…”

I still can't swallow this fact.

When the monk Wuwei was a bandit, he actually wanted to rob my mother to be the wife of the village? Looking back on his childhood memories, he was respectful to my mother, just as pious as worshiping Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, which made me feel the impermanence of the world.

And I was even more confused: "You snatched my mother away, but didn't touch her?"

The fearless monk slapped his thigh and said, "I don't want to touch it. I'm going to go to the bridal chamber. She suddenly said that she wanted to play a game with Sajia. If Sajia beats her, she would serve Sajia tea and water to wash her feet and rub her back every day. In the future, she would have children to take care of her husband and children. She would serve Sajia well for the rest of her life."

At this time, even if I didn't look in the mirror, I knew that my expression must be the same as swallowing a raw egg.

"Sha family and brothers from Sa family have snatched so many women, but they haven't seen women as beautiful as her. After being snatched, they not only don't cry, but also laugh, but also dare to negotiate terms with Sa family."

"So, did you play with her?"

"Yeah!"

"Then, what are you playing?"

"She poured two glasses of Hehua wine, grind the coptis chinensis into powder, put it into one of the glasses, and then played it twice, asking the Sajia to guess which one was given bitter medicine."

“…”

"Shajia has never seen the hands that are so fast. The wine is filled with wine. Her two white jade-like hands are moved around, but they don't even spill a drop."

“…”

"Shajia was stunned at that time. When she asked Sajia to guess, Sajia couldn't guess it. She chose a cup and drank it - his grandmother's, so hard that Sajia never wanted to have a bridal chamber in her life."

I couldn't help laughing out loud. I looked up and saw that the expression of the fearless monk was a little angry, but more of it was nostalgia for the past. I smiled and reached out, picked up a piece of green salt from the small porcelain cup, put it into his teacup, and then held two teacups in both hands and moved around on the table quickly.

The fearless monk was stunned for a moment.

When my hands stopped, the tea in the cup didn't spill out. I asked with a smile, "Is that true?"

The fearless monk exclaimed: "Miss, you can do this trick!"

"Yes, my mother taught me. She taught me a lot of great principles, but only this one is the only thing she said, people should know some tricks of chicken crowing and dog stealing to protect themselves."

"Hahahaha, wonderful, wonderful! Madam is such a wonderful person!"

The fearless monk slapped the table and laughed. I laughed too, but my smile was in the night, a little dazed.

I remembered that at that time, the first time I saw my mother performing such a chicken crow and dog stealing technique under the swaying candlelight was much more interesting than asking me to read, practice calligraphy, embroidery, etc. on weekdays. But I think that even if she taught me with such a mood at that time, she would let me protect my life, my mother would never have thought that a few years later, her daughter used this technique to win a chance to have a lifetime in Hongyanlou.

The fearless monk chose a cup, and when he drank it, he knew it when he looked at his expression. I smiled and picked up a piece of green salt and put it into my own teacup, shook it, and said, "What?"

"Then, of course, the Sa family was not convinced, so they bet with her all the way. They guessed odd and even, and grabbed melon seeds. As a result, the food they had hoarded was taken to provide disaster relief, the money they robbed was used to help the poor, the girl was released, the brothers were sent, the village was dispersed, the Sa family lost nothing, and they also owed the wife a life."

I couldn't help laughing.

Wuwei Monk said: "Sha family robbed her of a woman, but she would have paid for her for half her life!"

I finally held back my smile and said to Wuwei Monk, "Uncle Wuwei, my mother is bullying you. Think about it, even if you don't bet with her, she has been robbed by you. Is this bet meaningful to you?"

The fearless monk suddenly became stupid.

After a while, he seemed to have finally figured out something, and reached out and patted his Tianlinggua: "Sha family has been wronged for half of their life!"

I almost couldn't help laughing, but saw his big hand slim over his head, saying, "But it's not unfair to lose to his wife!"

Seeing him as a straightforward man, he had a look of regret, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart. Speaking of which, my mother probably saw through that Uncle Wuwei was a bandit, but he was honest and loyal, and was willing to accept defeat. Otherwise, how could he disperse the bandit's village overnight and "capture" the bandit leader.

However, she did a good thing after all. Being a bandit is evil. The ending is either to be surrounded by the government or to die on the way to robbery. How could there be a good ending? Let Uncle Wuwei become a monk, regardless of whether he really has Buddha nature, at least now, he has lived safely for most of his life.

"So, you've been following my mother?"

"Yes, she said she wanted to go to the southwest of the Xiaxia and asked the Sa family to follow her. You said she was a woman who was so beautiful, so what kind of Xia was? But there was no way, who told the Sa family to lose her life? Moreover, the Sa family also saw that she was not simple! The Sa family escorted her into Sichuan and lived in Tianmu Temple for some days. One day, she suddenly said that the Sa family had a Buddhist connection, so that the Sa family would become a monk here. Even if the Sa family had returned her life, she would pay her back."

"Then, you really became a monk?"

"Of course! She lost her life and promised her a thousand gold!" said the fearless monk, slapped his chest with a loud bang.

Looking at him like this, I had a lot of questions to ask, but for a moment I felt a little choked in my throat and couldn't speak, so I could only pick up the tea cup and take another sip. The green salt in the water had melted, and a hint of undetectable saltiness spread on the tip of my tongue from the faint fragrance of tea.

Because Xichuan was not ravaged by war and was not ruled by the royal family from the north and south, many ancient systems were preserved, and green salt was added to the tea, which was the same. I know that some villages even had the habit of sautéing tea. I used to drink it, but I didn’t think it was special. I drank a lot of good tea outside these years, but none of them had such a taste. After savoring it, I realized that the tea taste was the most aftertaste.

Like tears, like crying.

After drinking the tea, I raised my head again, and my face had a little more solemn: "Uncle Wuwei, when did you say that you took you to Tianmu Temple and let you become a monk?"

The fearless monk used his hand to pick his head, thought for a while, and then said, "I remember that year was the year of Guisi."

"Year of Guisi?" My heart beat, and I didn't feel my breathing heavier: "How many months?"

"If Sajia remembers correctly, it's probably this time... No, it's a little late, it's September."

"September……"

That was almost the same as the painting, my father painted "The clouds and red peaks in the West Mountain, and I met the shadows of the clouds". That is to say, at that time, my mother brought Wuwei Uncle into Sichuan and saw it in the West Mountain - no, she was seen by her father.

But what happened later?

What else has they born?

Since there was a person involved, I asked directly. Who knew that this question was enough, but the monk Wuwei lowered his face. The already dim light around him made his face look even more ugly. I gently pulled his sleeve: "Uncle Wuwei, what's wrong? After you became a monk, did my mother and my father meet? Did something happen?"

The fearless monk didn't say anything, as if he was holding it in his mouth. After a while, his eyes turned red and he looked at me: "Miss, a fancy man, you can't believe his words!"

“…”

"Your father, bully her!"

"My dad - bullying my mother?"

"Hmph! The Yan family—" Speaking of this, he looked at me again, as if he was a little worried, and swallowed the words and said hatefully: "Aren't they just doing evil things to bully men and dominate women!"

I was a little bit numb for a moment and was silent for a while: "What's wrong with them?"
Chapter completed!