On the way back, I kept thinking, what on earth was my mother going to say to me? What on earth did she discover? What kind of surprise will it bring me this time? I was as eager as winning a lottery to claim the prize.
But from the first moment I met her, I even had a feeling that all this was nonsense.
How long have I been without this woman who has lost her man for twenty years?
Including the last time I fought against Zhao Dakui, I hurried back to Thousand Buddha Cave and didn’t even have time to come back and see her. Do I have to wait until my son wants to be filial but my relatives are not around before I know how to put down what I am pursuing and spend more time with her? This poor woman?
Is the lost person more important, or the living person standing at the door waiting for my return?
The impatience I felt at first was all gone now, and I didn't even want to mention the purpose of my return. I deceived myself and said that I came back just because I missed my mother, and it had nothing to do with all the so-called nonsense.
I supported her and said: Mom, why are you coming to pick me up at the door? I don’t know the way.
She smiled kindly and said slowly: I just knew you were coming back. I couldn't sit still at home. I thought it would be nice to see you early. I happened to be bored in the house, so I went out for a walk. Who knew you just happened to be there? came back.
One sentence almost made me burst into tears again. Mom, you can only lie to yourself by saying this, right? Who knows how long you waited outside the door before you "just happened to meet me back"
When I got to the house, I never said anything that would ruin the warmth of the moment. I forced my mother onto the table, and then went to fetch a basin of hot water. My mother asked me blankly: What are you doing fetching hot water?
I smiled naively and said: Let my son wash your feet.
After saying that, I couldn't help but take off her shoes and wash her feet carefully, very carefully, more carefully than I did anything before. I touched my head and said with a smile: When did you become so sensible? Already?
I pretended: When did your son become ignorant?
After washing her feet, I walked with her to the park, and then ate the food she cooked with me beside her. I felt calm and peaceful like never before. By the time I finished eating, it was already dark, and I originally wanted her to go to rest early. , she grabbed me and said with a smile: Okay, mistress, mom already knows what you are thinking. I am very happy that you can become so sensible, but you don’t need to have any psychological burden. Remember, you have to do it. It's correct, just keep doing this, mom is still young, isn't she? It's not that pretentious.
Besides, you also want our family of five to reunite as soon as possible.
She pulled me to the table, got up and went to the room to get a stack of paper. Then she sat across from me and pushed the paper over. I picked it up and looked at it. There was a monk on the top, giving a sermon, and countless people kneeling and worshiping below. The devout believers are exactly the same as the first mural we saw in Thousand Buddha Cave.
The old lady said: Actually, the first thing you need to figure out at Thousand Buddha Cave is who this monk is. You said in your letter that the last living monk said a lot of incomprehensible words, which seemed to be Buddhist scriptures. , in my opinion, although the other words are difficult to understand, one of them is very crucial.
I am not the Tathagata.
Judging from this sentence, your guess is probably wrong. This monk's words should be taken literally. He is not the Tathagata.
I said: Then, you can be sure that the monk in the Thousand Buddha Cave is Ksitigarbha?
My mother shook her head and said: Not necessarily (to be continued)