Chapter 1487: Is it possible, madam she--

I and the fearless monk worked together to barely clean up the temple, but it was clean, but the sacred platform was empty. After all, the bodhisattva of all living beings could not return to this place after all.
The fearless monk glanced again and said, "Sin."
Looking at him with a bit of pity, I thought about it and asked, "Uncle Fearless, the bodhisattva is like you cleaned up, you-do you see what's coming?"
The fearless monk glanced at me somehow: "A broken ground, what can the family see?"
"..."
"The Sajia just felt overwhelmed, and swept away. They wrapped it in a piece of clothing and buried it behind the temple."
"..."
"What's wrong, miss?"
I didn't answer him, but the expression on his face was more dignified. Although the fearless monk was rough, he was not a person who would not look at him. When he saw that my mood was wrong, he walked over and said, "Miss, What the is going on? You just asked you, and you did n’t answer. Since you ate someone else ’s losses in this place, why did you come back this time?

"... I, I came back to clean up the statue of Buddha."
"Oh?"
"because--"
I hesitated, took a deep breath, and finally said, "Because the face of that Buddha is exactly like my mother."
As soon as this was said, the fearless monk was stupid.
He narrowed his eyes and looked at me with a stunned expression: "What?"
I sighed again and said, "Uncle Fearless, unfortunately, when you came, the statue of the Buddha had already broken, and you didn't see it. The statue of Buddha had exactly the same face as my mother. I came here for the first time At that time, I almost thought-thought my mother was alive again. "
"..."
The fearless monk stood there, completely unresponsive, and of course I knew that he had a deep affection for his mother. Suddenly, when I heard such words, it took a while to digest and accept. But at the next moment, he said nothing and ran to the back of the temple as soon as he turned around. I hurried out and saw a small earthen bag arched on the ground behind the temple. The clothes were wrapped in fragments of the statue of the Buddha, where they were buried.
As soon as he walked over, he actually knelt on the ground, reached out and dug up.
Suddenly, I was stupid, and hurried over to grab his hand: "Uncle Fearless, what are you doing?"
"..."
He didn't speak, but I felt that for a moment, the sweat on his forehead was pouring out like a tide, grunting, I grabbed his arm, but felt that his pair of strong and powerful hands were unconscious Trembling.
He valued his mother, no matter who she was or what she was.
For a moment, a sourness poured from my heart.
Grasping his hand even harder, I said, "Uncle Fearless!"
I couldn't stop him at all. The fearless monk was still digging at the mound he had just buried himself. As soon as the smoke and dust began to rise, the dust in his eyes probably flew into the eyes, and it became red immediately. Look, look at it with your own eyes. "
"Uncle Fearless ..."
"I want to see her."
"Uncle Fearless, don't do this!"
Looking at him like this, I feel more and more sad, and seeing that his fingers are a little bit reddish by the sand. If I really want to leave such a pit with my bare hands, I'm afraid I have to wear skin and rotten meat. Clutching his hand, he finally choked and said, "Uncle Fearless, get in the ground."
Get into the ground.
These four words shocked him suddenly and stopped immediately.
When he turned his head to look at me, his eyes were still a little red, and I also reddened the corners of my eyes, repeating it gently: "Enjoy the soil! Uncle Fear, you have buried it, do you want to put it on?" Dig it out? Do you want to treat it like this? "
"..."
"Uncle Fearless, Xichuan is so big that you have come here; there are so many people here that you have packed this temple and buried this statue. This is God's arrangement."
"Oh my God, I'm planning ..."
"Yeah," I said, "God arranged for you to bury this statue, why do you have to dig it out? You know, it has enough to have a mother's face."
When I said this, I saw the fearless monk suddenly crying like a child and said, "Miss, you don't know, I, I think Madam ..."
"..."
I didn't expect that a rude person like the fearless monk would cry, and cry unabashedly, like a child, sorrow and grievance. Looking at him, I even wanted to hold him and comfort him .
But after all, I didn't do this, just gently stroking the back of his large hand and saying, "Uncle Fearless, don't be sad."
He cried for a while before finally releasing this emotion, and people felt much better. When he wiped his face with his back and wiped his tears away, he got too much dust on his hands. I had a dirty face, and when I was about to take out a handkerchief to wipe his face, I heard him say, "Miss, you're right, get in the ground."
"Ok."
"... But there are some, I'm afraid it won't be safe."
The hand I was going to touch my handkerchief stopped and looked up at him.
Probably because it was about the mother, the fearless monk reacted very quickly this time, and the redness of his eyes slightly made him look like he was suppressing his inner impulse, but his rapid breathing still exposed his excitement, he said : "This bodhisattva statue cannot be innocent, carved into a lady's appearance!"
I was silent and nodded gently: "Um."
In these days, in addition to worrying about Liu Qinghan's life, what I think about most is this incident.
My mother passed away more than ten years ago, but this statue of a bodhisattva, this temple of a bodhisattva, was built ten years ago. This statue of a bodhisattva with her face was also created ten years ago.
When I told the fearless monk the story I heard from the old widower, his breathing became more tense, and the whole man looked restless and restless. He stood up and walked back and forth for several times. , Then turned to look at me: "Miss, what do you think?"
"I……"
I hesitated, and then said, "I don't know what the truth is now, but you are right, Uncle Fear, this Buddha statue cannot be shaped like a mother for no reason."
"..."
"Or, someone who has seen her in the past has shaped this statue of Buddha, or--"
I didn't finish my words, and I didn't know what to say, but a fearless monk looked at me with a nervous expression: "Miss, do you think it's possible, Madam she-"