Chapter 127 Sending Mother off the Cliff in the Snow
Chapter 127 Send my mother off to the cliff in the wind and snow
Author: hungry fish
Chapter 127 Send my mother off to the cliff in the wind and snow
Hundreds of miles away, in Yuejingli, where a large army was besieging the city, the mountains of food in the homes of wealthy merchants suddenly disappeared out of thin air.
The rich people were so frightened that all the food they exploited disappeared out of thin air.
Separated by a wall between the inside and outside, wine and meat in wealthy families and dead bones on the roadside, everyone was finally hungry.
There were only a few rats scurrying around in the granary from time to time.
The squirrel commanded several mouse spirits and said: "Move quickly! Hurry up!"
"Zhizhi~"
"yes!"
Several rat spirits and yellow-skinned spirits all rushed to say yes.
Now Jieshu is also the boss of the rat fairy who is in charge of more than a dozen large and small mice. He leads his descendants and subordinates to the homes of various wealthy families in Yuejing.
Without the protection of the Seven Gu Sect, there are only a group of mortals in Yuejing, so the mice can naturally come and go freely.
In this world, not even gods can create things out of thin air, only the real ancient gods can do that.
It is impossible for Bai Jun to wave his hand and make mountains of food appear. He only knows how to move them.
There used to be a technique of moving five ghosts in ancient times, but now Bai Jun has a technique of moving four ghosts, which can drive the four ghosts to bring wealth and save the world, but it only hurts Xiaohuan and March Ghost.
At the end of the dynasty when the family and country were undergoing changes, countless demons indulged their desires, appeared to kill and eat people, causing trouble in the world, and groups of demons and demons took over the world.
But there is also Bai Jun from the south who brings the Five Immortals and Four Ghosts to save the world. The Hu Immortal enters the world to punish the evildoers, the Yellow Immortal upholds justice and expels evil spirits, the White Immortal practices medicine to save the world from epidemics, the Willow Immortal magically suppresses evil spirits, and the Gray Immortal gathers together.
Life-saving food.
The name of the Lord of Yushan Prefecture also gradually spread throughout Yue, and gradually spread.
However, the image of Lord Fei Shanfu in the Yue Kingdom was different from that of Tianjun in the Jin Dynasty.
In the hearts of the people of the Yue Kingdom, Bai Jun's image is that of a young man in white with a flute hanging from his left waist and a gourd on his right. He holds a cloth bag with the word "liang" engraved on it in his left hand, while his right hand holds a green umbrella, which means protecting the people.
At the border of Gunzhou, Mo Lin was walking in the valley with his horse, and Bai Jun was walking leisurely in the mountains with his hands behind his back.
It feels really good to have someone taking care of you. Regardless of whether you are a human or a god, it is your nature to move less. In layman's terms, laziness is inevitable for all things.
Mo Lin secretly looked at the cloth bag hanging on Bai Zhi's waist. When her tall and slender waist moved around, the hanging accessories would naturally move accordingly.
He had been following Bai Jun for more than ten days. At this time in the wilderness, he finally asked the doubts in his heart.
"Sir, are you really not a god?"
Bai Jun turned around and glanced sideways at Mo Lin behind him, "If I were a god, why would I need to walk? It's so far away, wouldn't it be easier if I just flew over?"
"Young Master is right." Mo Lin nodded and thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "No, Young Master, you are not a god, so how could your little bag contain so much food?"
Bai Jun chuckled and said, "I've already told you, this is called asking the gods to go up to the body. It's the food you get by asking Liu Xian to go up and cast a spell."
"Is it so magical?" Mo Lin asked in surprise: "Then if I ask Old Man Liu Xian to come to my body, will he also come to my god to cast spells?"
"Huh? Let's dream." Bai Jun said lightly: "For a skinny boy like you, Liu Xian is not willing to have sex with you. There is no oil, water, or meat."
"Ah? What? Liu Xian still wants to eat meat?" Mo Lin said with shock on his face.
"That's not the case? How can there be any free benefit in the world?" Bai Jun said slowly: "It's like you don't eat the food you brought, and you become a book boy with me in exchange for food."
"This is different. Young Master, you saved my life. Mo Lin will only listen to your words in this life."
A few days ago, Bai Jun helped him dissolve the Guanyin soil in his stomach, allowing Mo Lin to survive. After all, he didn't want the little book boy he just adopted to die within a few days.
"Hey, sir, what do you think that is?"
Mo Lin suddenly became alert and reminded him loudly.
Bai Jun heard the sound and looked around, only to see a body in the grass.
Judging from the clothes, it was a female corpse, and it was very old. She had been dead for three to five days. Her body was already infested with worms, and it also exuded a foul odor.
Mo Lin couldn't help but cover his mouth and nose. He stepped forward and took a look. He was not afraid. It would be strange for anyone in this world who has never seen a dead person. But he took two steps forward and couldn't help but scream, "Oh my god."
!”
Bai Jun looked around and saw a pile of white bones piled under the mountain col where the female body was found.
Moreover, they were all female corpses, wearing coarse and old clothes, and a few fresh corpses with broken bones. It looked like they had died after falling from a high altitude.
Mo Lin couldn't help but feel chills all over. A dead person and a pile of dead bones brought different visual impact to people.
"Sir...Sir, let's leave quickly."
Bai Jun sighed heavily, walked a few steps forward, and suddenly raised his head and looked towards the cliff.
Mo Lin had no choice but to stop, raised his head and looked up, and saw a scene that he would never forget in his life.
On the mountainside dozens of feet high, I saw a man carrying a skinny old woman on his back and placing her on the edge of the cliff.
The old woman was still struggling, "My son, can you let my mother live a few more days? My son, my mother has not had a mouthful of hot rice for more than ten years. Even if I let my mother die, I can still let me eat.
Let’s get some rice!”
"Old guy, you should die when you get old. What kind of food are you still thinking about? I just got married, how can there be food in the house to feed another person? You should die quickly, and don't let the villagers say that you are stubborn and unwilling.
Die." The man said in disgust, not caring at all that the person in front of him was his mother who gave birth to him and raised him all his life.
After saying that, he pushed the old woman who was still struggling. The thin old woman struggled desperately on the edge of the cliff and begged humbly: "Son, my mother is not willing to die, but she just wants to... want to eat a mouthful of rice before she dies.
Fan, please, son, for the sake of your mother having raised you for decades, do you have pity on me?"
But the man said angrily: "You won't listen to what I said, right? Your ancestors are all watching down here. Do you think you can live up to your ancestors if you die? I'll raise you until you're sixty, and you'll have to eat a few more years of white rice. Isn't that enough?"
?Get out of here!"
Right on the edge of the cliff, the son wants to kill his mother, and the mother wants her son to live. Every word they say is like a knife that can cut into the heart, engraved on the hypocritical morality, tearing apart the peace whitewashed by those who are unkind officials.
However, the old woman still couldn't struggle, and her son, who was raised by her own hands and became a strong man, used his strength to push her off the cliff.
The old woman was pushed down the mountain and rolled down the cliff, from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the cliff, and fell into the bone-white mountain col. She was half dead and fainted.
When Mo Lin saw this scene, he felt a chill in his heart and trembled: "Did these... these bones come from... like this?"
Bai Jun sighed softly, "Probably so."
He walked forward, looked at the unconscious old woman, and helped her up to wake up with a wave of his hand.
The old woman asked tremblingly: "Am I... am I... dead?"
Bai Jun shook his head, "I'm not dead, but I will be soon."
He silently took out a piece of rice dumpling, which was made of soft and glutinous white glutinous rice mixed with flour and a little sugar. He handed it to her, "This is also made of white rice. It can be regarded as fulfilling your last wish before you die."
Bar."
The old woman looked at the rice dumplings in front of her. There were white bones lying under her, and above her head was the cliff that her son had just pushed down. She couldn't help crying and said sadly: "Thank you, young man! I have raised you all my life,
Ahem, my son will not let me eat even a morsel of rice before he dies. Old lady, I will never forget your kindness when I get down there."
Bai Jun sighed and handed it to her mouth. The old woman struggled to nibble the rice dumplings with her toothless mouth. They were very thin and fragrant. Tears flowed down her wrinkled face.
In his mouth, the blood on his dried lips was mixed with tears and mixed with rice dumplings, and he swallowed it one bite at a time.
"Ahem...this is me...this is the most delicious rice that I, an old woman, have ever eaten in my life!"
The old woman's face showed satisfaction, no resentment, no unwillingness. She calmly tilted her head and passed away.
The remaining half of the rice dumplings rolled to the ground and were mixed with the pile of white bones, all of which were the same white color.
Mo Lin couldn't help but shed tears in his eyes, "Sir, don't you know how to ask the gods to save this mother-in-law?"
Bai Jun sighed, "This old man is already dead, and even gods can't save him."
He put down the bones without burying or moving them. He turned around silently and said in an emotionless voice: "Mo Lin, let's go."
Mo Lin was startled. He tore off a piece of cloth from Bai Jin's newly bought clothes and covered the old woman's body. He wiped his tears with his sleeves and then hurriedly followed Bai Jin's footsteps.
However, after walking dozens of steps, they met another old woman in front of them.
This old woman is alive. She is wearing rags sewn with pudding, but she is still neat. The old woman is sitting on a stone, her eyes are closed peacefully, her hands are clasped together and she is silently reciting sutras and mantras.
Bai Yan walked up to her, but the old woman didn't even bother to open her eyes.
Mo Lin couldn't help but ask: "Old lady, why are you sitting here alone?"
Bai Jun stopped and had no intention of stopping Mo Lin. It would be good for him to understand the suffering in the world.
Suddenly she heard a child's voice coming from the mountains and fields, and she couldn't help but slowly opened her eyes, her hazy eyes filled with the accumulation of time.
"Little baby, this is not the place for you to stay. Leave quickly."
Mo Lin was puzzled: "Why? Grandma?"
Hearing this voice, the old woman couldn't help but tremble with her hands, and her face softened. She glanced at Bai Yan and then turned to Mo Lin, pointing to the cliff above her head, and said: "This is called Send Niang Cliff, it has a radius of dozens of miles.
When people get old, they will carry their old wives here and throw them down from the top of the mountain, so that they can have one less mouth to eat. The sons of the family can also better marry their wives, so that generations of generations can wear them.
"
Mo Lin said with red eyes: "Why are you so cruel? Grandma, isn't your son unfilial?"
The old woman looked at Mo Lin and thought of her son at home when he was young and what his grandson looked like. She couldn't help but touched his head lovingly and said, "Silly boy, grandma's son is very filial. He didn't want to send me here. Grandma came here herself.
, but my stupid son couldn’t throw me away, so he had to carry me to this mountain col.”
Mo Lin asked in confusion: "Why, grandma?"
The old woman chuckled lightly, "Because, grandma has a grandson as old as you at home. Grandma wants him to have food to eat and grow up alive and kicking, so I have to leave so that I can have an extra mouthful of food.
If it weren't for my old man who still wants to be the patriarch of the family and take care of family affairs, these old men wouldn't be able to live forever."
Mo Lin glanced at Bai Jun, but took out the two spoiled buns that he had secretly hidden from his sleeves, "Grandma, you can eat one!"
The old woman shook her head and said, "Silly boy, you can keep it and eat it, it will keep you healthy. Our rules have been passed down from generation to generation. It is embarrassing for me to live, and my son will be criticized by his neighbors.
What's more, if you can take care of grandma for a while, can you take care of her for the rest of her life? If you eat it, you will die later. I'd better leave it to you young children. You should leave quickly. Only the dead come back here."
Mo Lin couldn't help crying and staggered away while wiping his tears. Bai Jun held his hand and left with this young and sad child.
When they walked out of the valley, they saw a man in his twenties running towards the depths of the valley with a bowl in his arms.
Bai Jun sighed, stretched out his hand, and a little white light entered the man's body. In the future, his body will be free from all diseases, his mind will be smart, and he will live a good life in the future.
They left, and the world in the valley was silent. Suddenly there was the sound of footsteps. The old woman sitting on the stone suddenly opened her eyes and saw her son running towards her. The old woman yelled: "Stop!"
The son who was stopped looked up and saw that in the lonely wilderness valley deep in the mountains, his mother, who had raised him for more than 20 years, was looking at him with neither joy nor sorrow.
"Mom! Let me carry you home! Xiujuan is also willing to let you go back."
The wind blew through the mountains filled with bones.
It was snowing like May.
In the wind and snow, the old woman sat cross-legged on the stone, clasped her hands together, and suddenly raised her arms and waved to her son, signaling him to go.
"I have finished carrying on the family line and raising my children, and it's time to leave. If you still recognize me as your biological mother, go back."
She knew in her heart that her family could not afford to feed an extra mouth. Once she went back to bed to see a doctor and buy medicine, the family would starve to death. She was very happy that her son was filial, but as a mother, she must be strong and sacrifice herself for others.
Home!
His son kowtowed three times in despair, with tears streaming down his face. The moment he turned around and left, the old woman sitting on the stone slowly closed her eyes.
In the silent wind and snow of the mountains, generations of inheritance are buried.
Mo Lin looked at Xue and cried, "Does this mean God is heartbroken?"
Bai Jun raised his head and looked at the sky. He was looking at the sky. The sky was overlooking the people, and all living beings were also looking up at Qingming.
"There are many things that even gods who can move mountains and seas cannot change. Even heaven can only sit back and ignore them. But these things can only be changed by a small amount of human power."
Mo Lin wondered: "How can a mortal do something that even gods can't do?"
"Because people are the most indispensable in the world!"