I asked quietly again: "Uncle Second, who is my mother?"

Zhengjue looked at me calmly. Although the candlelight was swaying, his eyes did not flash at all, and even the sound was as calm as a pool of deep water, and there was no wave: "Liangying, you must have heard that your second uncle had received the ten-fold verdict when he was just slaughtered."

"Know."

"What is the fourth precept of the ten-level precept?"

"The fourth precept, do not lie."

"Yes, don't lie." He smiled calmly and said, "So, I can't answer the questions you asked."

"Why?!"

"Because, the matter about your mother is not something I can explain."

“…”

I just felt extremely shocked and couldn't come back to my senses for a long time.

Zhengjue said that he had received the ten levels of precepts, so he could not lie, which means that what he said just now is true!

Even he, as a bystander of his age, cannot see clearly in the world of Qingming in the world, is completely impossible to see clearly.

I suddenly felt that I seemed to understand something better.

Many things that happened between my mother's past and my father were indeed as I guessed, not simple.

But I don't know when I will figure out these things.

I looked up at the elder who was close to me and felt a little powerless. I knew that if a great monk like him made a decision, he would not change easily. Then it would be almost impossible for me to take out anything from him.

However, it may not be completely impossible.

I poured myself a cup of tea and took a sip. Although the weather is hot now, the cold tea slid into my throat still made me tremble. I immediately noticed it and smiled and said, "If you are not used to it, I will boil some hot water for you."

"No!" I hurriedly stopped him, and took advantage of his opportunity to speak, saying, "Second uncle doesn't want to talk about my mother's affairs, are he willing to talk about his own affairs?"

He raised his gray eyebrows and looked at me, with a smile floating in his eyes: "What do you want to know?"

"When did the second uncle get married?"

“…”

He might not have thought that my first question was so direct, almost a bit stunning, caught off guard, and those eyes that were still smiling flashed, but I could see clearly that he did not get angry, but just lost his mind in that moment.

After a moment, Zhengjue said: "Year of Guisi."

In the year of Guisi...

My heart skipped a beat, and I was thinking that it was when my father met my mother in Yunchi Peak in Xishan. I suddenly realized something: "Uncle Second... got married before my father?"

No, he is a concubine's son, and he is younger than my father. With normal family rules, he shouldn't get married earlier than my father.

Zhengjue smiled and shook his head: "It's not earlier than him."

"Um?"

"We two brothers are married together."

"What?!"

I was shocked--did they marry together? But-

"But, at that time, my mother—"

"At that time, your mother was not your father's bride," he said calmly: "The bride at that time was the second lady of the Xue family."

“…!”

I opened my eyes wide in surprise: "You mean, my father - who once married Xue - who married his fiancée?"

Zhengjue's face darkened slightly. After thinking for a moment, he slowly said: "I should have married. At that time, my father wanted to have a happy couple, so he asked us two brothers to marry together. Without discussing with our brother, he directly decided on the wedding date. But his brother hurried back from the west mountain, but refused to pay his respects."

I felt like my mind was hit hard again. I couldn't come back to my senses for a long time, so I said, "Did my father leave Miss Xue Er in the wedding hall?"

"..." Perhaps because he was unwilling to speak badly, Zhengjue paused again and nodded silently.

I subconsciously wanted to ask why, but as soon as I spoke, I stopped and changed it to: "When is your wedding date?"

“Ninth day of the ninth month.”

“…”

I frowned.

On the ninth day of the ninth month, three days after his father met his mother at Yunchi Peak in Xishan, he rushed back to Chengdu and refused the marriage.

It took only three days, but it took about three days to rush back to Chengdu from Xishan.

I hardly dared to imagine what he felt at that time.

In the wedding hall, the bride in red was left behind, and then the shadow of Yunchi Peak was torn apart.

But in the past few years, Xue Qian only has love for him and hatred for her mother.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but smile bitterly.

As a child, you cannot discuss the faults of your parents, but in a person's heart, how can you not have the fair and fair reputation for measuring right and wrong?

It seemed that I felt the faint shame and anger in my heart. I looked at me for a while and suddenly said, "I have experienced 100,000 kalpas, but I know that they are all illusions. Is it light, do you understand?"

I nodded.

"Since my brother is the disaster of Miss Xue Er, Miss Xue Er takes this disaster. After completing this fate and verifying this proof, she will be able to obtain the world of Saha and the solemnity of the treasure."

"Did the second uncle think that what Mrs. Yan gets now is the Posa World?"

"When you are at peace, you have your own Asura field. Naturally, you also have your own world of swaying."

Everyone has their own Asura field, and everyone has their own world of sway.

For some reason, this sentence is obviously very light, but it sounds like a thunderous thunder, which makes me feel a little shocked for a moment.

My eyes see Mrs. Yan’s love and hate, but I may not be able to truly see, hear and experience it, but I am actually thousands of miles away.

And my own ups and downs are by no means something other people can tell.

I suddenly understood.

No wonder, the fourth level of the ten levels of precepts is "not lying".

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but smile indifferently, and when I raised my head to look at the pure and unwavering eyes of Monk Zhengjue, I suddenly thought of something and said softly: "Then - who is the second uncle?"

I asked this question, which was actually a bit offensive.

For a great monk who has been a monk for many years, perhaps there is no difference between him and his life. As he said, when he is at peace, he does not hide the call of his father and brother. However, if he asks who he is, this is obviously beyond his expectations.

So, he was stunned for a moment.

After a while of silence, he slowly said, "I am probably the disaster of Axian in this life."

Axian…?

I was almost stunned for a while before I remembered in a daze that this seemed to be the name of his wife, my second aunt.

Axian.

It’s not my fault that I don’t have any impression of this elder, because she had passed away before I could remember. And when my second uncle became a monk, naturally there would be no one to talk about his wife when he was alive.

Although, I suddenly want to know what kind of woman he was, with such a quiet name, after marrying into the Yan family, there was almost no trace of her existence.

I asked softly, "What kind of person is Second Aunt?"

Zhengjue said lightly: "She is a shawl washer."

A girl washing silk?

"She works in a dyeing workshop, and that dyeing workshop will dye a very special red gauze. That kind of red - the Shu people call it 'rouyan'."

Rouyan? What a beautiful name.

There was almost a picture in my mind. In the clear river water, a soft gauze, as if rouge fell into the water, gradually transformed into a veil, and was gently brushed by a white jade-like hand. The gauze seemed to have life, and every wave and every ripples flowed with the soft fingertips.

I sighed subconsciously.

But the Zhengjue sitting opposite me was only faint from beginning to end, as if the wind was cool at night, and gently put the monk's robe on.

Even a hint of tiredness appeared on his face.

I also knew that I should not continue to disturb me, but when I thought about it, he was doing Zen with me tonight, and was a little unwilling to do so. After thinking about it, he gritted his teeth and said, "I have another question to ask my second uncle."

"What's the matter?"

I looked into his eyes and said solemnly: "Did my father bring a batch of foreign goods from overseas to Sichuan? That thing is called Folang-"

Before I finished speaking, my eyes suddenly changed.

He stared at me with wide eyes, as if he suddenly saw something ferocious. The terrified look made me feel a little scattered, but before he could say anything, he heard him shouting, "Stop!"

“…”

I was shocked and shocked.

I never thought that Zhengjue would change his attitude sharply at the moment he heard this, and he could hardly control himself.
To be continued...