The fearless monk whispered: "Madam, is she real? She has become a Bodhisattva."

“…”

I had just watched him dig the soil pit like that, and my heart hurt and felt sad, but when I heard the words of the fearless monk, I could hardly hold back and smiled.

The fearless monk looked at me: "Miss, why are you laughing at? Madam, she is such a good person and has done so many good things. It would be strange if she cannot become a Bodhisattva!"

After hearing what he said, I felt funny and said, "Uncle Wuwei, if my mother really becomes a Bodhisattva, she will show up to help a rich lady deal with her marriage - then why doesn't she come out to help her daughter after being born and die several times before?"

The fearless monk was stunned.

I laughed and shook my head. If my mother really became a Bodhisattva and had such supernatural powers, she should have come out to see me, especially when I was about to starve to death in the cold palace and was on the verge of madness, or when she experienced that catastrophe on the sea and died for a lifetime, she should have appeared long ago.

Besides, there are things in this world that are much more important than some love for children. The war to slaughter life and the famine caused by starving thousands of miles away. There are not many important things that have appeared in the Bodhisattva.

Therefore, I don’t believe in saying that Bodhisattvas appear.

If the Bodhisattva really appears and ignores the big things, but instead takes care of the trivial matters such as the misfortune of a rich lady's marriage, then the Bodhisattva will be really a confused Bodhisattva.

Hearing me say this, the fearless monk was stunned for a while, and then said softly: "Miss, you really don't look like a lady."

“…”

"Which lady is unwilling to listen to the story of the Bodhisattva's appearance, but when it comes to you, it will be awkward."

“…”

I smiled and said, "I liked to listen to it when I was a child, but it sounded like a kind of taste when I was a child. Now that I have grown up and experienced so many things, if my opinion on something is the same as a child, then these decades have passed in vain."

He nodded, "It makes sense."

As he said that, he looked up at me again: "Miss, what do you think about this?"

I thought for a while, and then said, "The person who shaped this Bodhisattva statue must have seen my mother, otherwise he would not have shaped a Bodhisattva statue that looks like his mother for no reason. But I am not sure when I saw it."

The fearless monk said, "It has been eighteen years since the wife passed away, almost nineteen years."

"Um."

"Miss, you heard from the old woodcutter that this temple was built ten years ago."

"Um."

This time, neither he nor me spoke again.

However, everything in each other's eyes has made it clear.

The fearless monk coughed, cleared his hoarse voice, and then said, "Miss, if the lady had not cultivated into a Bodhisattva, is it possible? Madam...isn't... dead..."

He was very hesitant. It was hard for me to imagine that even a person like Wuwei Monk could hesitate. But indeed, even if this idea didn't dare to form in my mind, I was suppressed quickly by myself. But when these words came out clearly from his mouth, I still felt cold sweat all over.

These few understatement words rolled through my mind like thunder.

Mother...is not dead...?!

Not dead...

I grabbed the fearless monk's hand and didn't relax, but I reluctantly stood up and looked at a large pit on the ground that had been dug out by him. There was still smoke and dust around it, as if a fog was in front of me, blinding the truth.

Mother, may it really not be dead?

I knew her death, but I was unable to serve her. It was the last time I returned to Shu that Aunt Hong told me what was going on behind her. But in fact, I didn’t see her body with my own eyes, nor did I know where her spiritual position was dedicated.

Can all this really point to an answer?

She is actually alive.

Therefore, no one has seen her body, and the Yan family has not worshipped her spiritual position. Even ten years ago, someone saw her and even made a statue of a Bodhisattva for her.

But, is this possible?

Not to mention that this is a fact. If she really didn't die, just as I just doubted whether the Bodhisattva would really appear. If she wasn't dead, then she should at least appear in front of her daughter.

Why did there be no news in these eighteen years? Instead, a statue of a Bodhisattva hidden in the deep mountains bring her news?

I think there are too many doubts about this matter.

Whether she is alive or her death, there are too many suspicious things.

At this time, the fearless monk also stood up. He reached out and grabbed my cold fingers, wrapped them in his palm, and said with some concern: "Miss."

I looked up at him and forced a smile: "Uncle Wuwei, I'm fine. Where are you going next?"

"Originally, the Sa family planned to come here. After seeing this Bodhisattva Temple, they would find a way to find you. They would fight outside and not worry about you. Now that they meet you, the Sa family will feel at ease. Let's follow you. Miss, where are you going?"

"That happens. I plan to come here to clean up and go back to Bishan."

"Then I'll go with you."

"good."

The idea was settled, so we didn't stop any longer. But when we left, it was rare to see the fearless monk, the big and thick man, red eyes again. He buried the pit with soil again and turned around one step and three times. He sighed and walked with us.

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Although it was a return trip, we walked much faster than when we came.

The things that happened here will be somewhat passed back to Bishan. Brother Zhao said before that there have been many dissatisfaction with Yan Qinghan's hand over the family business to Liu Qinghan. It is not just Chanjuan. Now it has changed hands in just over ten days. I don't want any changes to happen before I go back.

After traveling day and night, we entered Bishan soon.

From afar, you can also hear the sound of water like dragons and tigers roaring at the intersection of the two rivers.

I was sitting in the carriage and was thinking about how to go back and explain things. Suddenly, I thought of something, so I lifted the curtain of the carriage and said to the fearless monk who was riding a horse and following us: "Uncle Wuwei, I'll ask you for personal information."

He turned to look at me: "Who?"

"Wen Ruyu, have you heard of this person?"

"Wen Ruyu?"

The name made his dark eyebrows frown: "Miss, what are you asking about this person?"

I immediately cheered up: "Do you really know each other?"

"I don't know him, but I know his family."

"Their family?"
Chapter completed!