The two of them came to the small courtyard, opened the door and entered the main room.
And Chen Feng soon discovered that the interior of this main room was extremely crude.
The tables and chairs inside were very simple, and Chen Feng even saw a loom in the west wing.
"Loom?" Chen Feng raised his eyebrows and said, "Why is there this in my mother's room?"
Uncle Tong hesitated for a moment, and then said in a low voice: "About the time when the young master was born, you, mother and son, lived in poverty and found it difficult to make ends meet."
"During that time, Madam has to make a living by weaving brocades for other nobles in the house. Otherwise, you two would have starved to death!"
"What? My mother, a noble lady, actually made a living by weaving for other women?" When Chen Feng heard this, the muscles on his face jumped violently, a flash of anger flashed, and his eyes changed.
Gotta be red!
"Don't you think Yun Potian will support you?" Chen Feng said angrily.
Uncle Tong sighed and remained silent.
He didn't need to say anything, Chen Feng could guess it.
He took a deep breath to calm down his mood and walked around the courtyard and several rooms.
Although the place is extremely simple, traces of my mother's life are everywhere.
Chen Feng looked at it with countless sorrows in his heart.
Although he could no longer remember his mother's appearance, Chen Feng could imagine how difficult it must have been for him and his mother to depend on each other as a child, and how painful it must have been for his mother!
In the main hall, there is an incense table.
On top of the incense table, there is a Buddha statue.
The Buddha statue is very crude and the carving is very simple, but with just a few strokes, it is lifelike. It is obvious that the carving is extremely skillful.
The Buddha statue sat there with a dull gaze, looking at Chen Feng as if he could understand everything in the world.
For no reason, Chen Feng felt much calmer.
He vaguely knew that this was Buddha, but Chen Feng didn't know much about it at all, because he knew very little about it and had almost no contact with Buddhism before.
He once mistakenly entered the Xiaoleiyin Temple at the bottom of the lake and obtained some inheritance, but he had no similar knowledge in this area.
After all, it seems that the entire Qin Kingdom, and even the entire Thirty-seven Dragon Slaying Kingdoms, don't have much to do with Buddha.
His knowledge in this area is extremely lacking.
There is a green lantern in front of the Buddha, and there is a thatched futon in front of the green lantern. It is so simple.
Then, Uncle Tong moved the futon away and tapped it on the ground a few times, making seven short and six long strokes, very rhythmic.
The next moment, suddenly, the ground quietly cracked open, revealing a wooden box underneath.
The wooden box is also extremely simple. It is made of the most ordinary elm tree. It is not inlaid with gold or jade, and it does not exude a powerful aura.
Chen Feng asked: "What is this?"
Uncle Tong said softly: "Chen Feng, this is a relic left by your mother to you. She told me clearly seventeen years ago that she could only give this thing to you after you are over twenty years old.
"
"I didn't expect it. It took me many years to wait, but now I can finally fulfill Madam's long-cherished wish."
Chen Feng took the wooden box with trembling hands.
Then, Uncle Tong spoke to Chen Feng again, then said goodbye and left!
Uncle Tong had already reached the entrance of the courtyard. He suddenly turned back to look at Chen Feng and said softly: "Master, the only thing I can remind you is that this is not your real home!"
"Be careful of the people in the house!"
"Be careful of the people in the mansion?" Chen Feng's expression condensed and he asked: "Including the general?"
Uncle Tong said softly: "Including everyone!"
After Uncle Tong left, Chen Feng cleaned the courtyard.
He did not use the power of a warrior, but took a broom and a rag, like an ordinary citizen, and tidied up the place inside and out.
Because this is my mother's former residence.
It was not until evening that the cleaning was completed, and Chen Feng was exhausted and sweating profusely.
There was a well in the courtyard, and the water in the well was cold. Chen Feng took a bucket of water and washed his body.
Ice water flowed through the solid muscles, and Chen Feng suddenly felt like he was in a dream. In this small courtyard, he seemed to have returned to a few years ago, when he was still the humble Qianyuan Sect boy.
The night was like water. In the main room, Chen Feng sat cross-legged. In front of him, there was a small wooden box.
Nothing surprising.
This is the relic left by Chen Feng's mother.
Chen Feng opened the wooden box and revealed the things inside. After seeing it, a look of astonishment suddenly appeared on Chen Feng's face, and then he reached out and took out the things inside.
It turned out that there was just a book in this wooden box.
This book was already very old. After Chen Feng opened it, he saw that it was densely packed with handwriting.
The handwriting was very graceful and human-like. Chen Feng knew immediately that it must have been handwritten by his mother.
Then, he looked down carefully and found that it was a handwritten Buddhist scripture.
Chen Feng didn't know which scripture it was, but he could still tell that it had nothing to do with spiritual practice. The main purpose was to calm himself down and concentrate his mind.
Chen Feng couldn't help feeling a little disappointed in his heart, but he immediately drove it away, laughed at himself, and said softly: "Chen Feng, when did you become like this?"
"This is a relic left by my mother. Even if it has nothing to do with spiritual practice, so what? It is still extremely precious!"
He lit the oil lamp.
The night is as cool as water, and a lamp is like a bean.
Ancient Buddha, green lantern, young man.
Chen Feng flipped through the pages slowly, his lips moved slightly, and he read softly.
Chen Feng was actually very tormented in his heart that day. His mood was joy at first, then disappointment and grievance, and then full of anger, mixed with a trace of fear and uneasiness.
My whole heart felt like it was being fried up and down in a frying pan. It was very uncomfortable and I felt very anxious.
But at this time, Chen Feng was bathed in the green light that was as big as a bean. He felt the calm eyes of the Buddha statue staring at him. He read the Buddhist scriptures in his hands. In almost an instant, his whole person became peaceful and his heart became peaceful.
safely.
He actually sat cross-legged like this all night.
Early the next morning, there was a sudden knock on the courtyard door.
Chen Feng opened the door, and there stood a servant in green clothes, about twenty years old, with a shrewd light shining in his triangular eyes.
He glanced sideways at Chengfeng, his eyes full of disdain, then he squatted down a red lacquered food box in his hand heavily on the ground, and said impatiently: "Master ordered me to bring you food!"
His attitude was very bad, and his face was full of reluctance.
Chen Feng looked at him deeply and picked up the red lacquer food box.
