Chapter 1488: Mother, are you really dead?

The fearless monk whispered, "Mrs. She, is it true that she has become a bodhisattva?"
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I had just watched him go to dig the pit like that, and my heart was hurt and sore, but when I heard the words of the fearless monk, I almost couldn't help laughing.
The fearless monk looked at me: "Miss, what are you laughing at? Madam, she is such a good person, and she has done so many good things, she ca n’t blame if she cannot become a bodhisattva!"
When I heard him, I was just funny, and said, "Uncle Fearless, if my mother really becomes a bodhisattva, she will come out and help a rich lady to deal with her marriage affairs-that was how many times her daughter was born and died Why didn't she come out and help? "
The fearless monk suddenly froze.
I laughed and shook my head again. If the mother really became a bodhisattva and she has such a magical power, she should come out to see me, especially when I was going to starve to death in the cold palace and was going crazy, or at sea By the time of the catastrophe that killed her nine lives, she should have manifested herself.
Besides, there are still more important things in this world than some children's affections. The war of slaughtering souls has caused starvation for thousands of miles. So important, I haven't seen a few Bodhisattvas manifesting.
Therefore, I do n’t believe in the manifestation of a bodhisattva.
If you really manifest yourself, do n’t care about big things, but instead care about a little thing like the marriage of a rich lady, then the bodhisattva is really confused.
Hearing what I said, the fearless monk stunned for a while, and then said gently: "Miss, you really don't look like a lady."
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"Which lady is unwilling to listen to the story of the Bodhisattva's manifestation and has come to you, let this matter be awkward."
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I smiled: "I liked listening when I was young, but it sounded like a flavor when I was young. Now that I have grown so big and experienced so many things, if I still think about one thing like a child, then these dozens It will be over in years. "
He nodded, "It makes sense."
Then, he looked up at me again: "Miss, what do you think about this?"
I thought about it for a while, and then said, "The person who shaped the image of the Bodhisattva must have seen my mother. Otherwise, he would not have made a Bodhisattva statue that looks like a mother for no reason. So sure. "
The fearless monk said: "It has been eighteen years since his wife died, almost nineteen years."
"Ok."
"Miss, you hear that old coward, this temple was built ten years ago."
"Ok."
This time, he and I stopped talking.
However, in each other's eyes, everything has been made clear.
The fearless monk coughed, cleared his hoarse throat, and then said, "Miss, if it isn't for the bodhisattva, is it possible, madam ... no ... dead ...?"
He was very hesitant. I can hardly imagine that even people like fearless monks are hesitant, but it is true that even if this idea does not dare to take shape in my mind, I don't know how many times it has popped up. Suppressed, but when these words were clearly spoken from his mouth, I was still sweating all of a sudden.
These understated words rolled across my mind like a thunder.
Mother ... not dead ...? !!
not dead……
I held the hand of the fearless monk without relaxing, but I stood up reluctantly, looking at a large pit that had been sculpted by him on the ground, and there was still smoke and dust scattered around it, as if the fog was in front of my eyes, blinded the truth.
Mother, may it really be dead?
I know she passed away, but failed to serve her. It was the last time I returned to Shudi that Aunt Hong told me what happened behind her, but in fact, I did n’t see it with my own eyes. Her body did not know where her spirit was worshipped.
Can all this really point to an answer?
She was actually alive.
Therefore, no one had seen her body, the Yan family did not worship her spiritual position, and even—someone had seen her ten years ago, and had given her a statue of a bodhisattva.
But is this possible?
Not to mention that this is already a fact. If she did not die, just like I just doubted whether the bodhisattva would really manifest, and she did not die, then she should at least appear in front of her daughter.
Why is there no news in these eighteen years, but a statue of a Buddha hidden in the mountains, bringing her news.
I think there is too much doubt about this.
No matter whether she is alive or she died, there are too many places for suspicion.
At this moment, the fearless monk also stood up, he reached out and grabbed my cold fingers, wrapped in his palms, and said a little worried: "Miss."
I looked up at him and barely made a smile: "Uncle Fear, I'm fine. Where are you going next?"
"Originally, the Sajia planned to come here. After looking at this Bodhisattva temple, I would find a way to go to you and fight outside. Don't worry about you. Now that I have met you, the Sajia will rest assured. Follow you. Where are you going?"
"That's right, I also plan to come here to clean up and go back to Sheshan."
"Then I'll go with you."
"it is good."
With our mind set, we did n’t stop any more, but when we left, it was rare to see the fearless monk, the five big and three thick people, who had red eyes again. He re-buried the mound with soil, and turned back three times, until no more After seeing that Bodhisattva temple, he sighed and walked with us.


Although it was a return trip, we walked much faster than when we came.
What happened here will be passed back to Laoshan to some extent. Brother Er Zhao had said before that there was already some dissatisfaction with Yan Qinghan's handing over his family business to Liu Qinghan. The time of the day changes to my hands, and I don't want anything to happen before I go back.
Hurrying day and night, it didn't take long for us to enter Sheshan.
From a distance, you can also hear the sound of water like dragons and tigers at the intersection of the two rivers.
I was sitting in the carriage, thinking about how to go back to explain things, and suddenly thought of something, I opened the curtain of the carriage and said to the fearless monk who was riding next to us, "Uncle Fearless, let me inquire about you personally. "
He turned to look at me: "Who?"
"Wen Ruyu, have you heard of this person?"
"Wen Ruyu?"
The name made his dark eyebrows wrinkle: "Miss, what do you want this man to do?"
I was instantly energized: "Do you really know?"
"I don't know him, but I know his family."
"Their home?"
Fearless monk said: "Miss, don't you remember? They Wen, they did things for your family."