Chapter 864: "Your father, bully her!"

"It wasn't for the family to be a monk for the wife, but-the wife was to be a monk for the husband."
I was getting more and more puzzled and simply said, "Uncle Fearless, this time I came to Tianmu Temple, I actually had a lot of doubts about my mother. I was too young to know, and I did n’t know it was worth asking. But over the years, more and more doubts have kept me from sleeping. "
The fearless monk laughed: "Madam, it was like a mystery."
I thought about it and decided to start with the simplest question-
"Uncle Fearless, my mother, who is she?"
As soon as this question came out, the fearless monk was dumb.
Not only was he stupid, but there was something inexplicable in my own heart.
This question is the second time I have asked.
The more you ask, the more you feel away from the answer.
I even have some doubts. In my life, can I really figure out what kind of people my parents are, what happened between them, and their love and hatred, can I really understand.
The fearless monk meditated for a long time, and when he looked up again, his rough face also showed a bit of blank expression: "This-the real family of Sa is really, I really don't know."
"..."
After hearing his answer, I was not too disappointed.
If my mother did not even know her daughter's identity before she became Mrs. Yan, then there are not many opportunities for others to know.
I thought about it and simply started with other questions-
"So, how did my mother and you meet? Why did she want you to become a monk and you listened to her?"
The fearless monk glanced at me, and a look of shame unexpectedly appeared on his face. After a pause, he said, "Actually, the Sajia family was a mountain bandit. In that year, he took a few brothers down the mountain to handle the goods and met his wife. At first glance, she was robbed of her and wanted her to be a wife's wife.
"what……?"
Looking at me as if swallowing a mouse, the fearless monk hurriedly waved his hand: "Sajia, he didn't touch his wife's hair."
"..."
I'm still a bit unable to swallow this fact.
When the fearless monk was a mountain bandit, he wanted to rob my mother to be Mrs. Zhai? Recalling his childhood memories, he respected my mother respectfully, as much as the devotion to worshiping the free bodhisattva, more and more made me feel that the world is impermanent.
And I was even more puzzled: "You took my mother away without touching her?"
A fearless monk patted his thigh and said, "Where I don't want to touch, this is all about going to the cave, and she suddenly said that she would play a game with Sajia. If Sajia wins her, she would pour tea to Sajia every day. Wash your feet and wipe your back, and in the future you will have children and husbands, and you will have to serve the family forever. "
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.
"The Sajia, and the brothers of the Sajia, have robbed so many women, and have not seen a woman as beautiful as her. After being robbed, she not only cried, laughed, but also dared to discuss the conditions with the Sajia women."
"So, did you play with her?"
"Huh!"
"So, what do you play?"
"She poured two cups of acacia wine, ground Huanglian into powder, put it in one of them, and then played it twice, letting the sprinklers guess which one was bitter.
"..."
"The Sajia family hasn't seen such a fast hand, and the wine is full. It was moved by her two white jade-like hands, and there was no drop."
"..."
"The Sajia also looked at it. When she asked the Sajia to guess, the Sajia couldn't guess, so she just chose a drink and drank--his grandma was so bitter that the Sajia didn't want to go to the house forever.
I couldn't help but laughed out loud. I looked up and saw the expression of the fearless monk, although there was some indignation, but more of it was the memory of the past, so I smiled and reached out my hand and picked up one Green salt was put into his tea cup, then he held the two tea cups with both hands and quickly moved around on the table.
The fearless monk looked at it all at once.
When my two hands stopped, no drop of tea was spilled from the cup. I asked with a smile: "Is that so?"
The fearless monk exclaimed: "Miss, you will do the same!"
"Yes, my mother taught me. She taught me a lot of truth, but only this one, she said, people still have to do some tricks to defend themselves."
"Ha ha ha ha, wonderful, wonderful! Madam is such a wonderful person!"
The fearless monk patted the table and laughed. I also laughed, but the smile was a bit dark at night.
I remembered that time, for the first time under the swaying candlelight, it was much more interesting to see my mother perform such a cockroaching operation than her reading, practicing, embroidering, etc., but I thought that even if At that time she taught me with that kind of mood and kept me safe, but my mother must have never thought about it. A few years later, her daughter used this method to win a chance in Hongyanlou.
The fearless monk chose a cup. He drank it and saw his expression. I smiled, twisted a green salt and put it in my tea cup, shook it, and said, "What then?"
"Then, of course, the Sajia family was not convinced, and gambled with her all the way. Guessing singles and pairs, grabbing seeds, the result-the food in the hoard was used for the relief, and the silver money was seized for the poor. When it broke up, the Sajia lost nothing and owed his wife a life. "
I couldn't help but laughed.
Fearless monk said: "He robbed her of a woman, but he lost all his life!"
I finally managed to laugh and said to the fearless monk: "Uncle Fearless, my mother is bullying you. If you think about it, even if you don't gamble with her, she has already been robbed by you. This gamble is for you. Does it make sense? "
The fearless monk was silly.
For a long while, he seemed to have finally figured out something, and reached out and patted his Tianling Gai: "This half-life in the family, you are wrong!"
I could hardly bear to laugh again, but saw that his big hand was still slick, and said, "However, even if you lose to your wife, it's not wrong!"
Looking at such a reckless man, he had an expression of no resentment, and I could not help but sigh. Speaking of it, my mother probably already saw through the fearless uncle. Although this man is a mountain bandit, he has an upright personality, he is moral, and he is willing to gamble to lose. Otherwise, how can I disperse a mountain bandit's village overnight, and The bandit leader has "captured".
However, after all, she did a good deed. After all, being a bandit is evil, and the end is either besieging the government or dying during the robbery. Where can there be a good end? Let Uncle Fearless be a monk, whether he really has Buddhahood or not, but at least now, he has lived in peace for most of his life.
"So, you have been following my mother?"
"Yeah, she said she wanted Ranger Southwest and let the Sajia follow her. You said she was a woman, so pretty, what a knight? But there was no way, who told her to lose her life. And the Sajia also saw it She, this woman, is not easy! The Sajia escorted her into Sichuan and lived in this Tianmu Temple for a few days. One day, she suddenly said that the Sajia had a buddhist destiny, so that the Sajia would become a monk here. The family returned her. "
"Then you are really a monk?"
"Of course! The Sajia lost her life, Yinuoqianjin!" Said the fearless monk, banging his chest.
Looking at him like this, I still had a lot of questions to ask, but for a moment I felt a choked throat, speechless, I just picked up the tea cup and took another sip. The blue salt in the water had melted, and a hint of saltiness in the faint tea fragrance spread on the tip of the tongue.
Because Xichuan was not ravaged by war or ruled by royalty from the north to the south, many ancient systems were preserved. Green salt was added to tea, which is one of them. I know that some villages even have the habit of sencha. In the past, I did n’t feel anything special. I have been drinking a lot of good tea outside these years, but I do n’t have such a taste. After another taste, I found that the taste of the tea is the longest aftertaste.
Like tears, like tears.
After drinking the tea, I looked up again, and my face was a little dignified: "Uncle Fearless, you said that your mother took you to Tianmu Temple to make you a monk, when?"
The fearless monk digs his brain with his hand, thinks for a while, and then says, "I remember that year, it was the year of Guiji."
"Guilianian?" My heart beat, and I didn't feel my breath heavy again: "How many months?"
"If the family's memory is correct, it's probably right now ... no, no, it's September."
"September……"
That's about the same time as my painting, "Xishan Yunchifeng, You Met Xia Ying" painted by my father. That is to say, at that time, the mother came into Sichuan with her fearless uncle, and saw it in Xishan-no, it was her father who saw her.
But then?
What happened between them?
Since there were parties involved, I asked directly. Who knows that my question is still OK, but the fearless monk sank his face, and the dim light around him originally made his face even more ugly. I pulled his sleeve gently: "Uncle Fearless, what happened? After you became a monk, my mother and my father, did they meet? What happened?"
The fearless monk didn't speak, stunned. After a while, his eyes were red and he looked at me: "Miss, a fancy man, I can't believe it!"
"..."
"Your father, bully her!"
"My father-bullying my mother?"
"Huh! The Yan family--" At this point, he glanced at me again, and seemed to be a little bit sceptic. He swallowed the words stiffly, and said, "These people, do some bullying if you don't What a bad girl! "
I was a little bit dumbfounded for a moment, and was silent for a while: "What happened to them?"
The fearless monk just said to me with red eyes: "You know, what did your dad do to your mother after the family became a monk ?!"