high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 379

It's raining again.

The continuous cloudy days made the bedding start to get damp.

The muddy soil in the woodland was washed yellow and turbid by the rain, and the claw marks of large and small animals were either deep or shallow, like rows of small plum blossoms embedded in the mud, with fresh marks.

This is an ordinary day in early summer. In this rainy season, even the most seasoned hunters will not go up the mountain easily.Not only is the road muddy and difficult to walk on, but the rain has softened the rocks. Every time you walk, you have to secretly doubt the steps under your feet and be alert to accidents.

At the foot of Yongjia Mountain, there is a small gray wooden house.

The oil candles in front of the window flickered in the thick fog, trivial conversations rustled from the wooden house, and finally ended with an old sigh.

"It's Ximai."

In the cramped hut with the burning charcoal basin, the old woman tremblingly lowered her hand and shook her head.

The woman on the bed was both surprised and delighted. She had a beautiful face with black eyebrows. When she smiled, there was a bit of childishness in the corners of her eyes and brows.

She wanted to get up from the bed in surprise, but was forced to press down by the old woman again, a slight blush appeared on her pale face, and she burned hot in the humid and stuffy hut, like a blooming flower Seasonal red begonias.

"Your parents died early, and there are no relatives nearby."

The old woman looked at the woman and sighed: "Yin Niang, tell Song Ma the truth, which bastard fooled you?"

The old woman is a stable woman who delivered babies at the foot of the mountain, and she is also proficient in some good medical skills. The woman invited her up the mountain the day before yesterday because she was disgusted and vomited. She thought it was a cold, but unexpectedly, she actually had a fetus.

"He's not a bastard." The woman's face flushed, and she smiled silly again: "Mother Song, is it a boy or a girl?"

"Yinniang, you can't raise him well."

Song's mother just shook her head: "What do you feed him, relying on wild chickens and wild boars in the mountains? If the child is born without a father, he will be despised until death! And you..."

Song's mother wanted to speak but stopped, but she still didn't speak.

Sexual intercourse without a matchmaker, no matter it is Jiangbei or Jiangnan, is not a glorious thing. In some states and counties, local villagers will even sink women into deep ponds, and even the law cannot interfere.

"My father taught me how to play tricks, and I'm a very good hunter now."

The woman named Yinniang gently raised her head, she gently touched her lower abdomen with her fingers, her movements were careful and gentle:

"I will raise the child well enough to make him tall and strong, Mama Song, he is a very good man, he won't leave me alone!"

Seems like it's always been that way.

Young women are always blinded by love and faint. They are like those moths rushing to the flame at night, impatient to break through the thin veil.

Song Ma shook her head and sighed, and when she wanted to persuade her again, there were a few knocks on the wooden door.

Before she could turn around, the woman on the bed jumped up like a happy sparrow. Before Mama Song's reprimand could escape her mouth, she had already left the wooden door excitedly.

Mountain mist came out.

Large swaths of white mist poured into the hut.

A figure in a green robe stood outside in the rain and fog, his face was covered by a bamboo hat that was pulled down very low, he raised his hand stiffly, but remained motionless.

After an uncomfortably long silence, a young man's voice finally came from under the bamboo hat.

"The donor's bead was left in Wen Baolin the day before yesterday, and I was ordered to return it."

The green-robed figure slowly took off his bamboo hat, revealing an indifferent but hard face, hard like pig iron wrapped in ice.

He ignored the happy woman, put his hands together, and whispered the Buddha's name to Song Ma beside him:

"Amitabha, the poor monk's Dharma name is Guanghui."

……

……

The door was closed, and the moist white mist was blocked out again. Song Ma took a last look back, but saw that the small wooden house on the mountainside was also indistinct in the mist, far away, like erratic water bubbles on a pond.

The distant mountains and near houses are all sleeping under the rain, the world is lonely and silent...

inside the house.

The man and the woman were facing each other in silence, and no one broke the silence first. The crackling sparks splashed out from the charcoal basin, making the already humid hut even more stuffy.

The woman pursed the corners of her lips in doubt. She stared blankly at the man's expression, but she couldn't see any expression from that rock-like face.

"A Shi, you are hungry now..."

"I heard."

"I heard it." After a moment of silence, Guanghui repeated softly: "Just now, I heard everything."

"What's the matter with you? We have a baby! Are you unhappy!"

The woman smiled foolishly, showing her jade-like teeth: "Ashi, do you like boys or girls? If it's a boy, we can teach him to hunt and boxing. If it's a girl, we can ask Mama Song to teach her how to embroider." Come on. Wait, Mama Song doesn't seem to be very good at embroidery either."

She lowered her head and muttered twice, then touched her head with some annoyance:

"It seems that Xiaoshuang is very good at embroidery, but she doesn't like me, if..."

"Yin Niang."

"Yin Niang, wait."

The deep male voice sounded again, and the woman stared blankly at Guanghui, then suddenly froze.

The air is quiet, only the flames in the charcoal basin are crackling.

"I have been valued by Zen Master Ran Jin, who is the main sect. He wants to help me get out of the Sanbai Temple, and in the Shurangama Dharma Assembly next month, I will really enter the King Kong Temple to study Zen."

Guanghui didn't look at the woman's face, but just stared at the charcoal basin and said to herself:

"Ran Jin Zen Master valued me very much. He had accepted me as an in-house disciple, and even ignored the precepts, and gave me the Dharma name of King Kong Temple... I want to get ahead, I want to read the scriptures of King Kong Temple, and Zen Master Jin's heart , I don’t want to disobey.”

"Ashi..."

"Children can't have it."

"A Shi?"

"Can't be born."

The woman lowered her eyes, she slowly covered her face with her hands, and suddenly trembled all over.

"I'm a monk, I can't break the precepts." Guanghui lowered his voice, and remained silent for a long time: "Yinniang, I don't want to stay in Sanbai Temple for the rest of my life, I don't want to just spend my whole life like a bug and ant."

"..."

The thick blue teacup was knocked to the ground, and among the broken porcelain all over the floor, the woman wept, frowning and shaking her head in panic.

The side of the charcoal basin.

Guanghui paused for a long time, then silently took back her pace.

"Think again."

He whispered, then pushed open the door, turned and left without looking back.

A circle of invisible ripples spread from mid-air, Guanghui's fingertips lit up lightly, and a few faint golden threads appeared in the rain curtain.

"Ashi!"

The woman rushed forward. She wanted to chase after her, but was bounced away by a force. Guanghui just lowered her head and didn't look at it.

A cage woven of golden thread trapped the hut and the woman's cries.

"Yinniang, my name is no longer A Shi, my Dharma name is now Guang Hui."

The door separated his back far away, and the man's low voice pierced through the rain, and seemed to melt into the white mountain mist:

"After the Fa conference, I will come to see you."

This is their last meeting.

Many years later, the man recalled that moment countless times, tried hard to recall every detail, but no matter how he recalled, no matter how he recalled, he couldn't remember the woman's face...

That was probably the god's punishment for his forgetfulness. He used to hate her mother-in-law and the color of rouge on her face, but no matter how much he hated her, no matter how annoying he was, it was useless.

In my memory, when the fine rain fell, the two people in the rain were silent and did not speak.

The sound of birds in the forest is pale, like the singing of a witch...

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On the night of November [-]th in the seventh year of Taihe, the moon is in the sky.

Yongjia Mountain, wooden house.

The woman's body lay under the bed, dying peacefully and lonely.She cut open her neck with a small knife, like a little poem cut off by a sharp blade.

Begonia flowers mournfully fall from the branches, leaving only a red patch on the ground.

The belated Guanghui raised his head dumbly, his body cooled down inch by inch, as if filled with ice water.As far as he could see, the baby boy in the bundle was lying on the head of the bed, with a woman's blood book under his pillow.

It seemed that Guanghui's gaze woke him up, and after a moment of silence, the baby boy opened his mouth and widened his eyes curiously.

For the first time since the woman died.

In the cabin, there was a loud cry.

(End of this chapter)