Chapter 6 Hearing the words and knowing the reason for abandonment
Although he felt that there was something wrong with Wang Qinghong in his heart, it could be seen that the old monk was annoyed, and Mrs. Wang said: "It's not all Qinghong's fault. It was the Cui family who had the final say in keeping Silang in Anlu. After all, who would...
I think that a child who is born stupid will have his mind opened at the age of three..."
"That's a fool. Little Cui is her niece, and she gave up her life to give birth to this child. She just threw it away. She is really cruel. Both mother and son care too much about face, and they don't cherish blessings.
"Having said this, the old monk couldn't help but look a little discouraged.
Seeing that the old monk was sad, Mrs. Wang hurriedly tried to persuade him: "Speaking of it, it's your fate with Shiro. If it hadn't been for the misfortune of that year, Shiro would not have come to you. Without your guidance over the years, Shiro would not be as successful as he is.
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After hearing this, the old monk was silent for a while and said: "I didn't expect them to come back so early. I thought I had to wait until the child was older."
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Wang frowned and said, "You want to arrange for Shiro to go down the mountain? Although they are parents and siblings there, they have never gotten along with each other. Shiro is still young. If he is wronged..."
The old monk sighed and said: "He has to go home. While the old monk is still here, he can still look after him. If something goes wrong, he can make plans in advance..."
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The two old men each had their own thoughts and neither slept peacefully, but Dao Chi had a good night's sleep.
But when I went to cross the courtyard to get the pole and bucket early the next morning, I was embarrassed because the water bucket was full.
I don’t know whether it was the order of Mrs. Wang, or the few servants who followed Mrs. Wang up the mountain to show their courtesy. Anyway, as the sky turned bright, someone carried water, chopped firewood, millet porridge was cooked, and the steamed buns were hot.
Although the water tank is full, the Taoist idiot still has to do morning lessons. It’s not for anything else, just to have a good body. The old monk originally wanted to use the water to strengthen the Taoist idiot’s mood, but the Taoist idiot regarded this as a
A way to exercise. So, after a quick breakfast in the kitchen, the Taoist idiot went down the mountain carrying a pole and bucket.
Just because he was thinking about going down the mountain to chant sutras, the Taoist idiot walked faster today.
It originally took two hours to finish, but today it took one and a half hours. In addition, he got up half an hour earlier than usual, so he finished his morning class at eight o'clock in the morning.
The Taoist idiot went to the Zen room to say hello to the old monk and then went down the mountain.
The old monk left a servant of Mrs. Wang on the mountain. Although he didn't say anything, the Taoist idiot knew that he was just afraid that he would miss him at the bottom of the mountain.
When they arrived at Wangjiayao, the Taoist idiot was still chanting sutras in front of the soul over and over again.
Before reciting sutras, Wang Fuping consulted with the Taoist Chi to discuss the time of the funeral. The old monk told the Taoist Chi to "recite the sutras a hundred times," which Wang Fuping heard with his own ears.
According to his opinion, the time of the funeral depends on the time of chanting.
After all, it was the great master's kindness. Even if the money was spent for a few more days, he still had to wait until the Taoist idiot had finished chanting the sutra a hundred times before going to the funeral.
The Taoist idiot mentally counted the number of daily sutras he chanted and said: "For me, the total is about ten days."
That means the funeral can be scheduled for the eleventh day. When Wang Fuping heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't that he didn't want to give up the money for a few more days, but it was just that yesterday it was the patriarch and the head of the house. He didn't know how many people would pay attention to their family.
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In order not to cause trouble, it is better to be careful.
In the eyes of outsiders, they are just the outside stewards of the clan, and the eleven days of suspension is considered a big deal. If it lasts longer, it will look ostentatious.
In the Wang family, there are not only kind and kind old patriarchs, but also the successful twelfth eldest brother, there are also idle libertines.
If you are targeted by them, you will lose money and avoid disaster.
In a blink of an eye, on May 14th, the Wang family held a funeral.
Different from the first day after Wang's death, when only the neighbors and the surrounding stewards came to pay homage, not only the eldest son of the clan house and the eldest son of the twelfth house came, but the Wang clan members from other houses also sent people to pay their respects.
Father Wang's funeral was actually more dignified than the funerals of ordinary members of the Wang family.
The Taoist idiot was too lazy to pay attention to others. After reciting the Ksitigarbha Sutra for the last time in front of Mr. Wang's grave, he took Hutou back to the mountain.
Unexpectedly, there was a pot of dog blood waiting for him on the mountain.
"Leave the tiger head behind. You can go down the mountain today." The old monk said calmly.
Hearing this, the Taoist idiot raised his head: "Master..."
He was not surprised by this result, but he didn't expect this topic to come up so early.
"Can you delay going down the mountain for a while? I have just learned the fifth volume of the Little Man's Classic." He said seriously.
The old monk shook his head and said: "It's not like we won't let people come back. From now on, you can come over every Friday."
Although he knew that the old monk's decision would be difficult to change, the Taoist idiot still refused to give up and said: "Master, I don't want to go down the mountain."
The old monk's eyes were filled with kindness: "Xi Yan is gone, and I am getting old... Since you are a descendant of the Wang family, you must always return to the Wang family..."
This was the first time that the old monk mentioned his identity as Dao Chi, but Dao Chi didn't feel happy at all.
According to the old monk, he was a concubine, but fortunately, his biological mother was not a "mean concubine". She entered the Wang family as the second concubine, and was the niece of Taoist grandmother. She died during childbirth, leaving Taoist.
This child.
Unexpectedly, the Taoist idiot was born stupid and was thrown into the Zhuangzi to fend for himself when he was just one year old. One time, Mrs. Wang happened to pass by the Zhuangzi. Thinking of this grandnephew, he accidentally took a look. Seeing the indifference of the people, he was shocked.
He was sent to the mountains until his mind was opened at the age of three.
Dao Chi's biological father is none other than Wang Qinghong, the twelfth-bedroom eldest son who returned to his hometown after serving as an official official a few days ago.
Except for the concubine Dao Chi, Wang Qinghong's other children are all legitimate children, four sons and one daughter. Among them, the eldest son and the second son died in infancy. Now the only ones left are the third legitimate son born on the same year, the same month and the same day as Dao Chi, and the youngest legitimate son who is about to be one year old.
There is also the eldest daughter who is three years older than Dao Chi.
How could there be so many coincidences in the world? The Taoist idiot believed it because of his background, but the Taoist idiot didn't believe it when Mr. Wang "happened" to pass by and "accidentally" took a look.
There must be some other reasons. The original owner was just a baby who had just turned one year old at the time, and he was still stupid by nature. Mrs. Wang made a special trip to take care of this incident. It must not be because of the baby.
Most of the rest fell on the old monk. But the old monk avoided talking about it, and the Taoist idiot also wisely did not mention it.
Counting today's funeral, Dao Chi met Wang Qinghong twice. For him to be the biological father of his body, Dao Chi was not happy, but felt a little troubled.
Looking at Wang Qinghong, he is a typical scholar-official. Such people value father, son and son the most in their hearts. You must know that in this era, children are completely subordinate to their parents. Whether it is their future or marriage, parents have the full power to make the decision.
Daoist idiots are not real children, so naturally they don't want to leave their destiny in the hands of others.
Now that the matter of going down the mountain has been settled, how should I act on it? It is better to go to the twelfth room and have a look first. Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you find a way to deal with it.
Thinking of this, Dao Chi calmed down...
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Outside the mountain gate, Wang Qinghong stopped and looked at the young man next to him with a strange expression: "There are only two people in Xishan Temple now? Except for the old monk and Shiro, there is no one else?"
The young man nodded and said: "Yes, that's what my grandfather said... By the way, there was another person here in the early years, that is, Father Wang, who was buried today..." At this point, he also realized something was wrong and couldn't help but be dumbfounded.
Wang Qinghong only felt bitter in his mouth: "The Taoist little master is Shiro..."
The Taoist idiot's rapid recitation of "Ksitigarbha Sutra" not only conquered the villagers of Wangjiayao, but even Wang Qinghong, the master of Tanhua, listened to it twice and admired it.
This young man heard it for the first time today and couldn't help but praise it a few times.
Buddhist scriptures are inherently obscure, and "chanting" refers to reciting scriptures, but the chanting of sutras by Taoist idiots is reciting them.
Reciting sutras is not unusual for a great monk with great magical power, but for this half-year-old child, it can be called "smart".
How could someone with such qualifications be "born stupid"?
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