"You guys wait on the clouds, we'll go down and have a look."
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It is said that there is a small village on the bank of a certain river - Renxin Village. It is small in size, with a few hundred people. Their ancestors have been living here for generations, living a simple life of working from sunrise to sunrise. People in the village are
Very good, hard-working, honest and kind-hearted, with close neighbors.
The family is harmonious, helping each other, and is very friendly, almost to the point where the house is not closed at night without picking up leftovers on the road. However, it is inevitable that there are also a few "bad people" in the village. One of them is Bai Yun, a widow, who is considered the best "bad guy" here.
"The evil woman.
On this day, the sun was rising. People in the village got up early, cooked and prepared for the day. The adults manipulated farm tools, and the children played and played. It was a harmonious and warm scene. But on such a quiet and peaceful morning,
However, harsh curses came from the street: "Whose bastard! You are blind!"
Eyes? I can’t see you, Grandma Bai! You bastard! Get out! Get out of here! You bastards who have suffered a thousand blows!” It was the widow Bai Yun who was scolding her. She got up in the morning and went to the drugstore to buy medicine.
A young man bumped into each other, and the old woman, who was neither too old nor too young, cursed loudly, which was very unpleasant.
"Obviously you didn't see clearly and hit me..." The young man who was hit and scolded seemed to be dissatisfied and wanted to argue with the white widow, but an elder from the village stepped forward to stop him and not allow him to reply.
"Grandma Bai, I'm blind and can't see. What's wrong! You bastards! Bastards..." White Widow raged, no matter whether it was the young man who was hit by her or the outsider who tried to persuade her to make peace, she all yelled and cursed.
Show no mercy.
Although Bai Yun's scolding was unpleasant and completely unreasonable, the villagers let her go and took the young man to hide. Many older people whispered to the children in the village: "Don't blame your grandma Bai Yun."
, Our village owes her. Alas~ Even though she is so unreasonable now, I think she was the most virtuous and loving mother back then. If it were not for her daughter... Alas~" The villagers were full of emotions and talked about it.
The White Widow, who stood on the street and cursed, finally got tired and stopped acting bad. She walked home alone with a bag of medicine in her arms. Although she showed her teeth and claws when she was cursing, the way she came home was quite sad: a woman dragging
She walked down the street with her thin body, her head lowered, not saying a word, and extremely silent, like a person who had been mute for many years, which was in sharp contrast to when she cursed on the street before; she walked very slowly, and her steps were heavy.
Heavily and arduously moving forward, feeling extremely tired; he was distracted and in a trance, staggering from time to time and needed to squat on the ground to rest; whenever he saw a young girl in a village, he always subconsciously stopped and stared at her for a while.
His eyes were full of longing; and then, as he looked at it, he cursed and cursed the girl in a low voice for no apparent reason, and hurried away quickly, as if he was afraid of remembering something...
This white widow is really out of tune with the harmonious atmosphere of the village.
"My Amitabha Buddha~" It took me a stick of incense to reach the door of the house, and I was about to go back to my house to rest, but two people dressed as Taoist priests shouted the Buddha's name and stopped me in front of the white widow. This village is remote, and I don't see it all year round.
outsider,
There are almost no monks or Taoists here, which is strange today. "The female donor, a poor Taoist Jade Bird Man, traveled around with her apprentice Jade Swing. When they came to this village, they had nowhere to spend the night. I also asked the female donor to make it convenient and allow the poor monk.
Master and apprentice, let me stay for one night."
If a normal person encountered this strange Taoist priest chanting the Buddha's name, he would definitely stay away. However, after the white widow stared at the jade swing for a while, she said: "Okay, come in." Her attitude was very indifferent, but not cold either.
, but there is some expectation and tenderness in it.
"Thank you so much, the female donor." The Jade Bird Man bowed and saluted, "The donor is kind, and may Jesus, Zeus and Odin, the Buddha of the Three Pure Ones, bless you." His belief was really too complicated.
Following the White Widow into the house, "Whew~" the cold wind came. It was obviously inside the house, but it was colder than outside. Jade Swing looked around, took a look at the relatively clean and tidy house, and said, "It's well taken care of.
, it seems that the female benefactor is a careful person." The white widow did not reply, she sat down in front of the stove to light the fire and cook the rice, while making some medicine. Seeing the white widow on the swing
The woman ignored her and didn't get angry. She continued: "Female donor, are you alone at home? Do you have a husband? Hey, those clothes are good~ The young man's style is very good. Whose? It can't be
Is it yours?" This girl, who is familiar with her, grabbed the clothes and put them on, and even showed off to the birdman, "Dad, look, what do you think? Doesn't it look good?"
The white widow who had been silent turned around and saw the rude female Taoist priest wearing her most cherished clothes. She immediately struggled to get up and shouted at the swing to take it off quickly, "Don't wear it! Don't wear it! That belongs to my daughter! Don't wear it!"
This woman is over forty years old, not too old, but her body is too weak and her feet are weak. In addition, she pulled on the swing in a panic and was not very firm. She "stuck" and accidentally pulled.
The clothes worn on the swing were damaged. "This...ah! My daughter! My daughter!" The white widow who fell to the ground cried bitterly while holding a torn off sleeve. "You little girl, how can you do this?"
So rude! How can you wear my daughter's clothes casually! Wuwuwuwu... My daughter! My daughter..." She cried heartbrokenly and very sadly, but it was obviously not for the clothes.
The swing and the birdman looked at each other, nodded, and thought to themselves. Being under the same sun, the pain is the same. The pain of the white widow is quite similar to that of Bai Zhenying's mother before. They are both the pain of losing their children. However,
There are some slight differences.
"It's a long story." The white widow who vented her emotions sat on the ground, holding the clothes she took off on the swing, and talked about the "lost daughter", "The ancestors of our village came here to escape the war.
It has been settled for generations for hundreds of years. Because it is far away from towns and has inconvenient transportation, the village relies entirely on self-sufficiency, farming and mulberry cultivation.
Harvest at the right time and live by the weather: if the rain is timely, the harvest will be abundant; if it is slightly insufficient, it may cause famine. It is lucky to say that since the ancestors settled here, the weather has been good all year round and there have been no disasters. The villagers are grateful, but they don’t know why.
Which god gave me a blessing? Later one year, a Taoist priest came to the village. After surveying the feng shui, he pointed out the feng shui outside the village.
There is a red dragon in Hanoi, and it is it that has blessed the climate. After learning about this, the village chief decided to send sacrifices to Hanoi every year to thank the red dragon, so from then on, the village held a ceremony every year." Recalling the past.
At the scene, her tears flowed out again, "I am the daughter of the village chief. I have been familiar with articles since I was a child. I was quite well-informed when I was young.
Li Xiu was smart and married a young man from out of town. The husband and wife were loving and respectful to each other, and they lived quite happily. Not long after the marriage, my daughter Xiaoxi was born. I was overjoyed. I thought the family would be more prosperous and happy, but I never thought about when my daughter was five years old.
During the worship ceremony, the boat on which my father and husband were riding capsized and they lost their lives. For a time, the family lost its supporter.
"Zhu, I am extremely sad and almost want to commit suicide, but when I think about how I can abandon my cute and lovely daughter when she is still young, I have to support the family and raise Xi'er by myself." At this point, the white widow's eyes showed the feelings of her daughter when she was a child.
Cute appearance, "Although I am an orphan and a widowed mother, my life is not too hard with relatives and friends from the village taking care of me. Especially Xi'erji
It is even more gratifying to be filial. Because my father and husband died in Hanoi, I have always told my daughter not to go to the river. Xi'er was obedient and had not been to the river for more than ten years until that year..." She choked with sobs.
In his throat, he paused for a long time before continuing, "That year, on my birthday, my twenty-eight-year-old daughter secretly ran to the river to honor me.
Catch a big fish to celebrate my birthday. Coincidentally, that day was also the annual offering ceremony. The villagers put a boatload of sacrifices on the boat and let the boat float down the river. My Xier used to only watch it from a distance
After the enshrining ceremony, that year was just around the corner. How could you not be curious, watch carefully, lose your mind, and accidentally drop the brocade handkerchief in your arms into the river. The wind blew the handkerchief, and it was right.
So that it can be covered with tributes. In an instant, there was thunder and lightning, wind and rain, and the small river turned up into big waves. The villagers were horrified, thinking that my daughter had angered the Red Dragon King... Alas, it rained heavily for several times.
The month has just ended, all the crops have been destroyed, and the people in the village are all hungry, and they can barely survive the whole year with the food stored in the previous year."
Birdman and Swing smiled coldly when they heard this.
"It didn't rain in the second year. There was a severe drought. There were spring rains in other places for hundreds of miles around, but it didn't rain in our village." The white widow said, "Knowing that the Red Dragon King has not calmed down, the villagers had no choice but to
We were able to gather the strength of the whole village and once again offered a boatload of sacrifices, hoping that the Dragon King would rain down the rain. As a result,
But it had no effect, there was still no wind or rain. Alas, seeing that another year's harvest was going to be delayed, the villagers were impatient, but there was nothing they could do. Coincidentally, another Taoist priest passed by the village and used a secret technique to hook up with the Dragon King.
He said that the Dragon King's anger would never go away, and my Xi'er must be sunk to the bottom of the river to relieve the village's troubles."
"Bah!" Swing, who loved fighting injustices, scolded, "Since the Three Sovereigns and the Five Emperors came together in the mortal world, the mountain gods, earth gods, river gods, and water gods are all gods in the world, and human lives must never be sacrificed! How can there be a saying that cannibalism makes it rain!" The reason for this application
The Tiantiao of the Yulong Zong Shui Tribe is different from that of the gods in heaven, because some Dragon Kings are mortal gods, a type of "human subjects", rather than "pure gods".
The White Widow ignored the angry little girl and continued with tears: "My daughter is kind and could not bear the villagers to suffer another unreasonable disaster. One night, without telling me, she resolutely jumped into Hanoi just to appease the Dragon King's anger.
.That night, the moist rain finally fell, and the village was saved. In the following years, the climate was mild and there were no disasters. The villagers finally found peace, but my Xi'er... my daughter... she will never come back! Woo woo woo.