Daughter-in-law

Chapter 353 Past and Present
More than 100 years ago, there was a temple on this small hill called Qingshui Temple, which is now the ruined temple.

At that time, there was an old monk in this temple who chanted scriptures and sat in meditation every day, ignoring worldly affairs.

One day, the old monk who was sweeping the floor heard a baby crying outside. The old monk put down the broom, walked out of the gate, and saw a baby being put on the steps.

At that time, the baby was yellow and thin, and his voice was hoarse when he cried.

The kind-hearted old monk took the child into the temple and raised him like this.

The child grew up slowly. The old monk shaved his head and followed him to practice Buddhism.

At that time, there were wars and horses everywhere, and it was difficult for everyone to save themselves, so they pinned their hope of life on the Lord Buddha, and the incense in the temple was very strong.

The old monk just grew up with the young monk.

In the blink of an eye, more than 20 years later, the orphan and the young monk in the temple have grown into a handsome young man, and the old monk is dying, and his lifespan is about to run out.

Finally one day, the old monk took the hand of the young monk and passed away in the temple.

Before he died, the old monk told the young monk that when he was picked up at the gate of the temple, there was a note beside him with his name, Liu Jingqing written on it.

The old monk said that although the young monk is his apprentice, but his heart is not exhausted, he will go through the world of mortals in the future, and he can use this name after he returns to vulgarity.

It's just that the young monk back then didn't understand what the master said. After the master was cremated, he lived in the temple all the time. Like the master back then, he ate fast and recited the Buddha's name every day, accompanied by the ancient Buddha with blue lanterns.

The little monk thought that his life would end like this, but until one day, he met that girl, the girl who came up to the mountain to offer incense.

When the man said this, he stopped, looked at me and Duanmuqing and said thoughtfully: "That is a very beautiful girl, she seems to have a special aura, the little monk fell in love with her at first sight her."

Duanmuqing and I looked at each other and knew that the little monk he was talking about was himself.

But I am not very interested in his story, not because I am ruthless, because after only listening to the beginning, I can conclude that this must be another old-fashioned love story.

The current information is too developed, and we have seen and heard too many stories, and it is difficult to find anything fresh.

Duanmuqing shrugged his shoulders at me, obviously he wasn't very interested either.

But now I'm free anyway, just listen to what he has to say.

"I knew that I liked her the first time I saw her back then, and I also knew why Master said that my mortal heart is still alive.

Later, she often came to the temple to offer incense, and I also knew her identity. She was the daughter of Wang Yuanwai at the foot of the mountain, and her name was Jiu'er.

Although I knew her identity, I didn't dare to express my thoughts, because our identities were too different, she was a lady from a wealthy family, and I was just a monk.

Until one day, her mother passed away, and I was invited to her home to do a ritual.

She cried very sad that day, and knelt under the ginkgo tree. "

Hearing his words, I raised my eyebrows, ginkgo tree.

There is a ginkgo tree in that villa, and that should be the one he was talking about.

As for Jiu'er in his mouth, it should be the mistress of that villa, to be exact, her previous life.

"I was absent-minded that day. I just looked at her. I wanted to comfort her so that she wouldn't be so sad, but I didn't dare to go there."

"Since then, she has often come to the temple, and every time she kneels in front of the Buddha statue, with tears all over her face, I know she is not happy.

Although his father was very rich, her mother was just a concubine, so her life was not good. The only mother who loved her passed away, and she became even more lonely and helpless. "

When the man said this, he smiled faintly, and then said: "Finally, one day, I couldn't help it, I rushed out from behind, and confided my thoughts to her. On that day, she didn't cry, but smiled. , I will never forget her flowery smile."

The man stopped here, with a smile on his face, as if he was recalling the scene at that time.

"From that day on, we fell in love with each other. She came to the temple every now and then. Those days were really beautiful days for me."

Hearing this, I couldn't help but sighed. I already knew that what happened next was destined to be a tragedy.

Although the woman is the child of a concubine, she is the daughter of a wealthy family after all, and he is just a monk in the temple, a monk with nothing.

Their identities are not equal, so this love is destined to have a beautiful result.

It's frustrating, but that's the truth.

There is love in this world, but the foundation of love is based on certain equality.

There is a certain truth in what the ancients said about the right family.

If the identities of men and women are not equal, then there is bound to be a bad ending.

"We fell in love like this for two years, until that day, she went up the mountain crying and told me that she was going to get married, the marriage was appointed by her father, and she had no way to refuse.

She cried for a long time on the mountain that day, and I really wanted to take her down the mountain together to find a place where no one could find us, but she disagreed, not because she didn't love me, but because she didn't dare.

In this way, a month later, she married a man from the town next door. I watched her being carried away in a red sedan chair that day, and my heart ached, really hurt. "

I glanced at him, feeling a little sympathetic to him.

It is indeed a very painful thing to watch the woman you love marry someone else.

"After she got married, I couldn't let go, because I really couldn't forget her, and I couldn't read Buddhist scriptures anymore.

So I made a decision, I grew my hair, and then returned to the vulgar, and became a teacher in that town.

I didn't expect to have anything to do with her, I just wanted to stay by her side and get closer to her, after all, she was already someone else's wife.

A year later, she gave birth to a child, a little boy. Five years later, that little boy became my student. That child looked very much like her. Whenever I saw that child, I felt like I saw her. "

Hearing this, I couldn't help frowning.

Men don't have too many emotions mixed in when they tell stories, they just tell them, as if they are telling other people's stories.

To be honest, this story is a bit bloody no matter how you look at it.

The woman I like is married, but I am still infatuated, and even become a teacher for her children.

Judging by the standards of modern people, this man is a complete dog licker.

But I don't think so, this man is a very good man, he really likes that woman, maybe this is true love, love that ordinary people don't understand.

(End of this chapter)