A sound of Buddha's chant came, and Chunzhi felt someone blocking her face. She turned her head and saw Master Huijing with peaceful eyes.
"Almsgiver, the sea of suffering is boundless and you can turn around. Don't commit murder in vain. My Buddha is merciful..."
"Go away." When the man saw that the person in front of him was just a monk, he reached out to cover his face, picked up the knife in his hand and swung it at him, but Master Huijing did not hide away.
"Donor, I am a destined person for Buddha's salvation. Since I met the benefactor here, I cannot just watch the benefactor commit murder."
The man immediately turned red and said, "Then I will kill you first, you damn bald ass."
"Here comes someone."
Seeing the man's knife fall, Haruzhi shouted loudly, "Come here, help, there is a murderer!"
As soon as Haruzhi shouted, he immediately saw someone running towards this side.
Seeing this situation, the man turned around and tried to escape, but was surrounded by people who caught up with him.
"Master," Chun Zhi stepped forward and saw that Master Huijing's body had been scratched by a sharp weapon, and the blood was soaked in the monk's robe, "Master is injured, Master Huijing..."
Chun Zhi could only shout and ran out of ideas for a moment, but the monk who came over came forward to check the wound of Master Huijing.
"Master," Haruzhi's tears fell, "You did this all for me. It was me who harmed Master."
"It has nothing to do with the donor," Master Huijing seemed to feel no pain and still said calmly, "It's all because of the mercy of me, the Buddha, who wants to reduce the amount of sin in this world."
Seeing the host master she admired like this, Harue fell to her knees in shame.
The man who came to commit the crime was caught, and someone came over immediately. His eyes first fell on Chun Zhi, and then looked at Master Huijing.
"Let the master suffer."
A familiar voice sounded, and Haruzhi immediately looked over, and Master Zheng's face appeared in front of her eyes.
"Sir...Sir..." Haruzhi opened his eyes wide, "Why are you here?"
Mr. Zheng's eyes were gloomy, but he didn't want to make any mistakes in front of Master Huijing.
"The donor has too much resentment," Master Huijing said to Mr. Zheng. "Good and evil are all in one thought. If you plant good causes with forgiveness in your heart, good results will be born in the future."
Master Huijing gently twisted the beads, and the monks next to him all bowed their heads and recited Buddhist scriptures silently.
When Mr. Zheng saw this scene, the hostility in his heart seemed to dissipate a lot. He turned to look at Chun Zhi, "This is a pure place of Buddhism. Follow me back to Zheng's house. I have something to ask you."
Haruzhi responded, stood up and saluted Master Huijing first, "Master in charge, I have thought about it clearly and I will not make any mistakes again."
Master Huijing nodded happily.
"Master," Mr. Zheng said, "what happened today, the murderer hurt the master, and he has to report to the Yamen..."
"No need," Master Huijing remained calm, as if what happened just now had nothing to do with him, "I said that if there is a cause, there will be a result. Today I have gained far more than I have lost."
After Master Huijing said this, he turned around and walked back to the temple.
Mr. Zheng looked at the steward and said, "Send this murderer to the Yamen."
After giving these instructions, he took a long breath, as if saying to himself, "Tell me how the child was lost, and whether it was my aunt's carelessness."
Haruzhi's voice was full of guilt, "The eldest lady ordered us to send my aunt away when we arrived at the market, and then left the uncle there when no one was paying attention. I was also very scared at first. After leaving the uncle, I wanted to go back and look for him.
But in the blink of an eye, the kung fu master was gone.
Over the years, I often think of that night, when I asked the uncle to look at the rabbit lantern, and then quietly walked away. The uncle didn't know anything, but he turned around to find me and smiled at me."
Haruzhi choked with sobs, "I don't dare to think about what the uncle has been through these years. I...I hope that those people will bring the uncle to a good family. Maybe, the uncle..."
There was a "bang" sound.
Master Zheng punched the tree, causing the birds on the tree to scatter and flee.
Mr. Zheng sneered, "How many times did you have the opportunity to find me to explain this matter, but you never did.
Now that I'm talking about this, you don't want me to spare you."
Chunzhi lowered her head, "It's all my fault. I don't dare to ask for forgiveness." She swallowed, not daring to say that again. "A few years later, the eldest lady found me again and ordered me to move away. Only then did I know that the Yamen had arrested me.
Many people have lost their wives, and some of the children who were sold have returned to their ancestors. The eldest lady must be afraid that the matter will be exposed, so she wants to send us away from a distance.
It was also at that time that I heard the uncle's wet nurse say that it was impossible for the Zheng family to find the uncle because the eldest wife did not want him to live at all. Now that the eldest wife is so panicked, something must have gone wrong back then. Those people
The son was originally a person who was unjust when he saw profit. It was very likely that he accepted the money and did not deal with the uncle. He sold the uncle to get another sum of money. The person who went to work for the eldest wife ignored this point.
The wet nurse advised us to leave overnight, lest the eldest wife would regret it and want to eradicate it, so we began to leave our hometown."
Mr. Zheng's heart surged as he listened. The sight of Cui Hao being beaten and dripping with blood appeared in front of his eyes. He clenched his hands tightly.
Haruzhi said, "Master, I heard that someone found the Zheng family a few years ago and said that he was the lost master... That person is probably really the master."
There was a buzzing in Mr. Zheng's ears. Thinking of Cui Hao's torture, his throat was burning like fire, and he was speechless for a long time.
"Since I have decided to tell the truth, I am not afraid of punishment." Haruzhi raised his face, "The eldest master will take this slave back. I am willing to tell what happened back then in front of the eldest wife."
Mr. Zheng gritted his teeth and looked at Chunzhi, and after a while he said, "Everything you said is true? If there is another lie..."
"Then the slave will not have a good death, and will be tortured in hell every day after death." Haruzhi knelt down again, "The slave is honest and wants to atone for his sins."
Mr. Zheng stopped talking and walked forward quickly.
…
Mrs. Zheng's heart was beating fast. She sat in the carriage and stared at the Song family's small yard.
The Song family started to be busy early in the morning, with servants and wives coming in and out, their faces full of joy.
There was a carriage parked outside the door. The boy from the Song family wiped the carriage several times, obviously intending to use it to pick up Xu Qinghuan.
Just now, Mrs. Song personally got into the car and went to Xu's house to pick up Anyihou and his daughter. Counting the time, Xu Qinghuan was almost here.
Mrs. Zheng felt that her chest was about to explode, her palms were full of sweat, and she was indescribably nervous.
"Madam, we are here," the steward of the Zheng family came forward and said, "but in addition to the carriage, Mr. Song is also here."
Song Chengxuan also went to Xu's house to pick up people.
Mrs. Zheng pursed her lips. The Song family obviously valued the Anyihou Mansion very much by starting a war. The fact that Anyihou could come was also a tacit approval of this matter.
After the Song family's banquet today, it will be time to officially visit tomorrow, and the marriage can be considered settled.
Mrs. Zheng looked at the mother in charge and said, "Help me get out of the car. I'll wait for Xu Qinghuan at the entrance of the alley."
At this point, it's impossible not to fight.
…
Xu Qinghuan was talking to Mrs. Song in the carriage.
Mrs. Song had a kind smile on her face, "It turns out that Brother Xuan paid a visit to the Marquis yesterday, and you still have to prepare meals for them."
Xu Qinghuan shook his head, "I haven't prepared any good dishes. I just hope that Master Song will not be neglected."
"What good food do you want," Mrs. Song said, "I know my grandson best. He, even if you don't say it on the surface, is already very happy to sit down and drink with Mr. Marquis."
As soon as I said this, I heard a voice from outside: "Old lady, Miss Xu, Mrs. Zheng is here. She said she has something urgent to see Miss Xu."
Mrs. Song frowned slightly, "We have something going on at home and it's not convenient for us to entertain guests today. Let Mrs. Zheng go back!"
The steward responded.
Old Mrs. Song looked at Xu Qinghuan, "Yesterday the Zheng family sent someone to bring a gift. I think she is not interested in drinking. I didn't expect that she would come today. I will block it for you first."
As soon as Mrs. Song finished speaking, Mrs. Zheng's voice came from outside, "Qinghuan, are you in there? My aunt is looking for you in an emergency. You...Old Mrs. Song, please don't blame me."
As soon as Mrs. Zheng finished speaking, she saw Marquis An Yi dismounting his horse and walking over.
"Master Marquis," Mrs. Zheng said without caring about anything else, "do you still remember what happened more than ten years ago? At that time, our Zheng family had been accompanying the Anyi Marquis Mansion.
At that time, Mrs. Xu and Qing Huan were in poor health, and my old lady was always taking care of them. Have you forgotten these feelings?"