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Hui Niang, Wang Qinghong's wife, whose maiden name was Wang Yang, was a young couple. Wang Yang was only two years younger than her husband, and was about to reach her forties.
If it were anyone else, she would have turned into a yellow-faced woman. Because she took good care of herself, she could only look at around thirty people.
The couple has been in love for many years. In addition to a pair of older children, they also had a young son last year.
She looked at her husband with a smile, her face full of gentleness and demureness.
When she heard her husband mention the word "Silang", she just paused, then responded with a smile and said: "I understand, I'll ask the old lady for instructions tomorrow morning and send someone to pick him up."
Seeing his wife's cheerful response, Wang Qinghong felt a little uncomfortable and said: "Although the old lady didn't speak, she was still thinking about it. Ever since she started on the road, the old lady's spirit has been a little dazed. I heard from the people who were waiting around me that she asked questions several times.
Silang..." At this point, he said with sadness: "No matter what happens to Silang, he is a descendant of the Wang family... and it was Guifang who sacrificed his life to give birth to him, so take care of him if you can..."
Although there was concern in these words, it was not like a father to his son, with a bit of politeness and hypocrisy.
Wang Yang's originally tumbling heart calmed down, she glanced at her husband and said with a smile: "Look what the master is saying, who can stop it? When the master took office and sent people back to his hometown to pick up his family, I said
When the whole family passed, it was the old lady who was kind and partial to Shiro. She was reluctant to let him run around with us at such a young age, so she left Shiro behind and placed him in Zhuangzi in the west of the city. Why is it now coming to the master's mouth, it seems that I can't tolerate a bastard.
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Wang Qinghong was just worried that his wife would feel uncomfortable thinking about the past, so he said these two words, but his wife silenced him.
Wang Qinghong couldn't express how he felt when he thought of the concubine whom he had never met before.
The reason why the old lady acquiesced in leaving Shiro in her hometown and ignored him for more than ten years was because she still had some selfish motives...
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In Xishan Temple, the abbot's room.
The lamp has been turned on in the room, and Mrs. Wang is sitting under the old monk, looking at Dao Chi with dark eyes. However, Dao Chi doesn't care about it, and all his attention is focused on the old monk.
In just half a day, the old monk seemed to have aged more than ten years.
He still had the faint smile on his face, but the deep sadness all over him was shocking.
Even if a Taoist idiot has lived two lifetimes, he may not have seen as much or had as much knowledge as the old monk, so how can he be used to explain it?
But seeing the old monk sad like this, he couldn't bear it and said: "If I knew that the master was like this, my father would be uneasy in the West."
Mr. Wang, who was standing by, couldn't help but nodded and responded in agreement.
The old monk recited the Buddha's name and said leisurely: "They are all gone... I just hope that the Buddha will be kind and accept the old monk as soon as possible..."
Seeing his ominous words, Mrs. Wang hurriedly said: "You will definitely live a long life..." At this point, he pointed at the Taoist idiot: "Don't talk about others, you are just a Taoist idiot. He is still young and still relies on everything.
You, the old man, will take care of and teach me."
The old monk followed Mrs. Wang's finger and looked at Dao Chi. After a while, he sighed and said: "Amitabha, the old monk is guilty of anger and being too demanding. I don't know if it has harmed him..." At the end of the sentence
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Dao Chi's expression remained unchanged, but he knew something in his heart.
Mr. Wang hesitated for a moment and said: "Is it true that Taoist idiots need to fast at night? The master ordered someone to leave fast food in the kitchen."
After hearing this, he also thought of this, waved his hand to the Taoist idiot and said: "I think you are in a hurry to come back, so you won't be able to take care of the fast food, so go and use it. After that, you should settle in early. In addition to morning classes tomorrow, you will also have to go down the mountain to chant sutras."
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Seeing that Mrs. Wang was determined to send him out, and the Taoist Chi knew how to send him away, the conversation between Mr. Wang and the old monk was probably related to his body's identity.
Although he was a little curious, he did not linger outside the door after exiting the Zen room, nor did he go to the window to listen in the corner. Instead, he strode to the kitchen across the courtyard.
What is the identity of this body, and how much does it have to do with him?
Could it be that he was really crying and shouting to find his father and his mother? No matter what the reasons are, abandonment is abandonment.
When he opened his eyes and came into this world, the owner of this body had long since disappeared, and it was not his turn to repay his kindness to anyone.
When I got to the kitchen, I touched the fire holder and lit the lamp.
Under the sarong on the stove, there was a plate of steamed buns, a bowl of millet porridge, and a plate of pickles, which were the same as usual.
When Father Wang was on the mountain, he would prepare the food. When Father Wang came down from the mountain, the old and the young would eat half of the food at the foot of the mountain, and half of it themselves.
The ones at the foot of the mountain are served with pasta and side dishes every other day, while the kitchen on the mountain is only used for making porridge and hot meals.
Tao Chi ate two ounces of steamed buns with porridge in one go. This was because of his dinner, which made him uncomfortable after eating too much. If it was breakfast and lunch, he could eat three and a half steamed buns.
After eating and rinsing his mouth, he went to the water tank, took off his shirt, took a ladle of water from the porcelain basin, poured it over his head, and rinsed it off.
After reciting sutras all afternoon in the funeral shed, he broke into sweat several times and his body was already sticky.
After rinsing, he felt comfortable. After a long day of tossing and great sorrow, he was extremely exhausted. After returning to the East Room, he couldn't think of anything else, so he fell on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
In the Zen room, the old monk couldn't help but frown: "Okay, how can you say that you will become an official when you become an official? There was no movement at all before. Could it be that you caused trouble or offended someone in the officialdom?"
Mrs. Wang said: "I was also worried about this. After asking twice, Qinghong only said no. He only said that he became an official because of 'raising a relative', and the official notice he wrote to the court also said this. Qinghong's mother is seventy today.
Years old, it's not a lie to say that I am 'raising a family', but it is really too hasty, like a temporary idea, it really doesn't look like it has been planned for a long time."
The old monk thought for a while and said: "He is in his prime and serves in a prosperous place in the south of the Yangtze River. He would not have taken this step unless he encountered insurmountable difficulties."
Old Mrs. Wang said: "How about I send someone to deliver a letter to Beijing and ask Qingjiang to see if there is any improvement?"
The old monk shook his head and said: "He is already over forty, and he is not a child. There is no need for anyone to worry about him. If it would be useful to ask for help in Beijing, he would have asked for it long ago. After all, in addition to his cousin, his in-law family is also in Beijing."
Mrs. Wang said: "Then it would be a pity to stay at home and work idlely like this... But Qinghong is still young. If he becomes an official in a few years, it may be more honorable than the previous job..."
The old monk said: "He became famous at a young age because of his talent. In the first half of his life, he was too obedient and lacked honesty in his actions. It's not a bad thing if we work hard together."
Mrs. Wang hesitated and said: "Since Qinghong has come back, I must give an explanation for Shiro's matter."
Hearing this, the old monk couldn't help but darken his face and said: "After being controlled by the Yue family, abandoning their flesh and blood, and being ignored for ten years, he still has the face to answer?";