Zhe Jinchun

Chapter 303 Miaojue Temple

The summer of Zhongyuan 13 always seemed to contain a bit of unusual meaning.However, between the bamboo forest and the nunnery at the foot of Dazhou Mountain, everything seems so peaceful.

The sun at dusk has exhausted all its heat, and the pale golden sunset spread obliquely across the large bamboo grove not far away, as if a little gold powder had been smeared on the emerald green.

Lord Silang of the Du family in Xiangyuan - the fourth son of Du Xiaoqi - Du Guangwu, stood outside the bamboo forest, looking at the two closed doors in front of him, with a dazed expression.

He never thought that one day, he would come here, to be precise, before he came to a nunnery.

This was not his original intention, but Mr. Tang Ling's letter guided him to come here.

In Dongling Yelao's words, he not only pointed out the Miaojue Temple that let him come to the foot of Dazhou Mountain, but also pointed out the person he had to find—a bhikkhuni named Juehui.

"At the foot of Dazhou Mountain, in Miaojue Nunnery; there is a bhikkhuni named Juehui. Knowing the affairs of the king, knowing the mother of the king; the place where the king came from is all here."

That's what it said in the gift.

There was another sentence at the end of the gift, "You are not from the Li family. Your biological mother is someone else."

Du Guangwu stood in front of the gate of Miaojue Temple in a daze, his face numb, like a clay statue.

Li Shi is not his biological mother.

On the day when he received the gift, this sentence was the only thing tossed and turned in his mind.

He no longer remembers how he got back to the water shop he opened. He only remembers that at the moment he saw the letter, many vague and distant memories suddenly flooded into his mind. It almost made him lose his mind.

In fact, when he was very young, he also thought that his biological mother was someone else.

In his memory, there is an ordinary but extremely gentle woman who always loves to stay by his side in a green moon-white dress.

She has a pair of very soft hands, always gently stroking the top of his hair, holding his little hand, or patting his shoulder to coax him to sleep.

The gentle heat in that palm in memory has comforted him countless times in the dream, and countless times after waking up from the dream, he has fallen into a pain that is almost self-blaming, unable to extricate himself.Especially when facing the cold face of his "concubine" Li Shi, he always felt that the dream he had was actually dissatisfied with Li Shi from the bottom of his heart, which was a kind of unfilial piety.

With this kind of contradictory and painful mood, he served his mother with utmost filial piety and never disobeyed Mrs. Li, whether it was Mrs. Li's beating, scolding or cold treatment, he always willingly endured it.He even endured the fact that Mrs. Li secretly sent news to his aunt behind his back.

He always thought that as a concubine, in order to survive in the deep courtyard of the Du family, Li had to do so.He even thought that even if Li Shi treated him badly, it was only on the surface, but deep down in her heart, she must value his son very much.

As for the gentle image that often appeared in dreams, before seeing Mr. Dong Ling's letter, he always thought that it was a fantasy born after he was suppressed too hard.

Until, he received a gift from Mr. Tang Ling.

After rereading the gift words no less than a hundred times, he finally began to believe that the inexplicably extra woman in his memory actually existed.

That woman, maybe... is his real biological mother.

Holding the letter in his hands, he sat alone in the cramped and narrow backyard of the water shop. He didn't know how long he sat there.

When he came to his senses, the hand holding the letter was so stiff that he couldn't stretch it. Every joint seemed to be run over by a huge boulder. The pain and soreness were worse than stabbing a thousand times with a gun.

At that moment, he made a quick decision.

He must go to Dazhou Mountain.

Li Shi's indifference and meanness, as well as the deep-seated resentment she felt when she looked at him, he once chose to turn a blind eye to it, and also chose to endure it.

But at that time, he couldn't bear it for even a moment.

Even if you are a bastard, even if you come from a humble background, as a mother, how could you look at the flesh and blood that fell from your body like that?How could it be possible to use such a vicious attitude to oppress his own child, and even tried to harm him several times?
Is that something a mother can bear to do?
In the small backyard of Shuipu, Du Guangwu almost gritted his teeth and exhausted all his strength before he walked out of his exclusive world.

And after walking out of the backyard, he had already lost the courage to go back to the house to see Mrs. Li.

He left the city directly from Shuipu.

Before leaving the city, he only asked someone to send a message back, and then left with the most common excuse of "field hunting".

He has already prepared all the expenses, clothes, horses, and road signs for entering and leaving the counties and counties at the water shop.

At the moment when he got on the horse, he even felt that he had actually been looking forward to this day.

Leaving Mrs. Du, leaving that cold home, leaving Mrs. Li who always looked at him coldly, and his father who dismissed him at all, as well as those so-called people who treat him like a weed and always step on him from time to time. Brothers and sisters.

He couldn't stay in that place any longer.

He hurriedly left Shangjing, traveled all the way overnight, and in less than ten days, he arrived at his destination, which was where he was standing right now—Dazhou Mountain.

Dazhou Mountain is located in Yunzhou between Shangjing and Dadu. Although it is not desolate, it is not lively.Because the mountains are full of yellow stones and no grass grows, it is difficult to have the convenience of "relying on the mountains to eat the mountains". Therefore, only a few households of fifty or sixty people live at the foot of Dazhou Mountain, forming a relatively loose village called Dazhouzhuang. .And Miaojue nunnery is located in the shade of the mountain about three or four miles away from Dazhouzhuang, and the nunnery worships Guanyin.

Du Guangwu shook his sweaty palm and looked around.

The wind in the wilderness blew through the bamboo grove, rustling, the door in front of me looked a bit old, after years of wind and rain, the vermilion paint on the door peeled off in a few places, but the plaque on the lintel was still bright, obviously someone had often scrubbed it.

Tranquil, serene, uncontested.

This nunnery is hidden in the embrace of the mountains, like a hermit hiding from the world, unknown to everyone.

With a "squeak", the door in front of him suddenly opened, bringing Du Guangwu's mind back to this moment.

He took a step back and stared, only to see that the person who opened the door was a middle-aged nun. Due to the slight backlight, Du Guangwu couldn't see her face clearly, but he felt that the nun seemed to have a very gentle aura, even if she didn't Without saying a word, that kind of gentle feeling rushed over.

He concentrated his attention, raised his hands to the nun, and said respectfully: "I have seen a bhikkhuni, I am here to find someone."

Maybe it was because he was too tired after coming all the way, or maybe he lost his patience after waiting for too long.

(End of this chapter)