Yang Zimei called Murong Yunqing and asked him to help search for the master in the city.
After searching for three days, there was no relevant information. She even dug up new soil on the mountain to see if Master was inside.
In her search this time, the master was not found, but she solved several missing persons cases in City A.
Yang Zimei returned to the Taoist temple on the mountain.[
Seeing the familiar Taoist temple, her eyes filled with tears unconsciously.
The ten years spent with Master on the mountain are vivid in my mind, and my mind is filled with Master's loving eyes and calls.
When I pushed open the ajar door of the Taoist temple, I was greeted by the lack of popularity and the musty smell of cleaning. The walls were covered with spider webs, and the offerings placed in the Taoist temple became moldy and smelly because no one had cleaned them.
In the past, when Master was here, he worked very hard to clean the Taoist temple every day.
Now that it was like this, she felt sad again.
When I entered the house where Master lived, it was still dusty and there was no sign that anyone had entered.
When they arrived at the spring where she and her master practiced in the back mountain, fallen leaves had covered the ground, making it a deserted place.
"Master"
Her voice was choked and she shouted loudly.
"Niuniu, I'm here!"
I really hope to hear Master's response like before.
Unfortunately, there were only the chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves in the wind, and no other sounds responded to her.
*
She knew that the master did not want the Taoist temple where he had lived for decades to become so sloppy, so she began to fetch water to clean and clean the Taoist temple.
I hope that one day, Master will suddenly come back here and live comfortably.
Standing on the table, she used a rag to clean the cobwebs and dust off the statue of the Bodhisattva who saves all sentient beings. When she saw that the hand that was supposed to hold the jade purification bottle was empty, she couldn't help but reach out and touch her forehead.
Some cinnabar.
If she hadn't been hit by the jade purification bottle, even if she was reborn again, she wouldn't be able to change the tragedy of her previous generation, right?
But isn’t this jade purification bottle an ordinary clay sculpture?
Why did a miracle happen after hitting myself?[
She was a little confused, so she turned to look at the Bodhisattva's eyes that seemed to be filled with compassion for the world, trying to find some answers.
It's a pity that these eyes, no matter how lifelike the sculptures are, are just clay sculptures, and she can't find the answer.
She could only carefully wipe the dust off the Clay Buddha's body.
When she lowered her head to wash, she suddenly felt as if there were a pair of eyes looking at her from above her head. She quickly raised her head and didn't notice anything strange.
As soon as I lowered my head, I felt it again.
She just pretended not to feel anything and continued wiping.
While wiping, she suddenly looked up and saw a bright light shining in the eyes of the Clay Bodhisattva.
"Buddha"
She was startled, stood up straight, and looked straight into the Bodhisattva's eyes.
The painted eyes have no sparkle at all.
strangeness!
Is it my own illusion?
Yang Zimei couldn't help but reach out and touch its eyes.
Um?
It seems to have a sense of temperature, not like the temperature of soil.
She closed her eyes, eliminated distracting thoughts, and felt carefully that there was really some kind of breath flowing in the palm of the hand touching the eyes of the Clay Bodhisattva, as if there was life.
Could it be the appearance of Bodhisattva?
Yang Zimei was surprised and happy. He jumped down, knelt on the futon in front of him, kowtowed three times, and looked up devoutly at the compassionate eyes of the Clay Bodhisattva.
Tell me, where is Master now?"
The Clay Bodhisattva still had the same expression of smiling but not answering, but knowing everything, and there was no light in his eyes.
