"Brother, now that you mention it, I also feel that Buddha resembles Fangzheng. I think Fangzheng also has a boy attendant, right? "Third Brother didn't like to think, or perhaps his muscles worked faster than his brain. However, it didn't mean that he couldn't think!
Song Xianhe narrowed his eyes and nodded. From the first time he met Fangzheng, he felt that the monk wasn't simple. Back when he silenced Fangzheng on the mountain, he had exchanged looks with him. Back then, he felt that Fangzheng's eyes were unfathomable, as though he could see through everything about him.
However, he didn't think too much about it, treating it as a hallucination. Now that he thought about it carefully, that gaze was clearly that of a Buddha looking at a sinner! However, this Buddha didn't seem to be in a rush. Instead, he seemed to be waiting for something.
Then, what was he waiting for?
Song Xianhe had a vague feeling that the monk was waiting for him! Or rather, he was waiting for them!
With this in mind, Song Xianhe felt uncomfortable. He subconsciously looked up at the ceiling, as though someone was watching him.
Deep into the night, on Mt. One Finger.
"Where am I?" Second Brother sat up with a blank look in his eyes. Following that, his pupils focused as he looked around warily.
"Amitabha. Patron, since you are awake, go down the mountain." At that moment, a faint voice sounded.
When Second Brother heard this, he suddenly turned around. Under the dim yellow light, he could see a white-robed monk sitting at the door, looking outside. He could only see a silhouette, but it was this silhouette that made his entire body tremble and relax.
But immediately, his memories were jolted awake by the back. He said in surprise, "Didn't … Didn't I fall off the cliff and die? No, I'm not dead! "Second Brother touched his body and asked," Are you Abbot Fangzheng? "
Fangzheng slowly turned around and nodded slightly. "Patron, go down the mountain."
"But, I …" For some reason, the calmer Fangzheng appeared, the more uneasy he felt. Thinking back to the scene after he fell off the cliff, he refused to believe that he was still alive! Who could save him from such a high cliff?
"If you have any questions, you can ask Buddha. If not, go down the mountain. "Fangzheng began chasing him away again.
Second Brother got up and rubbed his stomach. The knife wound was still throbbing, reminding him that this was not a dream. He still wanted to ask Fangzheng something, but he realized that Fangzheng had already stood up and walked out.
Second Brother hurriedly got up and followed. When he caught up, he saw that Fangzheng had already entered the temple hall and was sitting behind the huge wooden fish. Dong! Dong! Dong! The sound of knocking began.
The Second Brother listened to the trembling sound of the wooden fish and the chanting of the sutras with the Buddhist charm. He then thought of the life and death he had experienced. In a trance, he seemed to see something, but he couldn't figure it out or see through it.
The confusion in his heart grew stronger. He slowly walked into the temple hall and knelt on the prayer mat. He raised his head to look at the statue of Buddha, put his palms together, and gently closed his eyes.
In that instant, he felt as if his entire body had become ethereal. It was as if his entire body had risen into the sky and flown up to the Ninth Heaven. It was as if he was reincarnating between life and death. Countless memories flashed through his mind.
At the same time, Fangzheng slowly opened his eyes. His eyes flashed — A Golden Millet Dream!
The next moment, the scene in front of Fangzheng changed.
"Wow! Wow! Wow! "A child's cry sounded in his ear.
The scene was a little blurry, as though tears were blocking his eyes. All he could see was a blurry figure.
"Sorry, child. I really can't afford to raise you. I won't be able to live for much longer. I only hope that a kind person will adopt you and give you a home. I'm sorry … "The figure seemed to be crying as well. As it spoke, it retreated and finally vanished from sight.
At that instant, Fangzheng could sense that the child was crying desperately. However, he was just too young. He could only wave his tiny hands helplessly without grabbing anything. All he could do was cry incessantly. He cried loudly until his throat broke!
Outsiders might not understand what the baby was shouting, but Fangzheng understood. He was shouting: "Mommy! Come back! "
At that instant, Fangzheng's heart palpitated in pain. This was because he was also an abandoned child. He could feel the despair and pain of a baby. A child who was about to lose his mother was helpless, despairing, and in pain! The surrounding temperature seemed to drop and turn colder.
This world was so cold!
The scene fell into darkness, and when it lit up again …
Fangzheng still felt the extreme coldness, as though his blood was about to freeze. The coldness wasn't just the temperature, but also the coldness of despair.
"Another pitiful child." A gentle voice suddenly sounded. It was extremely warm, like the sun in winter. This sentence left Fangzheng's body trembling.
The child slowly opened his eyes and saw a middle-aged man come over. He had a pair of extremely gentle and compassionate eyes. For some reason, the child stopped crying when he saw the pair of eyes. Instead, he subconsciously stretched out his hands.
"Alright, since no one wants you, I'll take you. In the future, I'll call you Song Xianshu. "The man smiled and carried the baby.
Upon feeling the man's warmth, the baby suddenly smiled.
The man laughed out loud. "Aiyah, he's not that big, but he's quite strong. You have an elder brother. His name is Song Xianhe. "
As he spoke, the man carried the baby away.
The scene turned dark, and when it lit up again …
"Xianhe, come and take a look. You have a younger brother. In the future, you will be his elder brother. You have to take care of him. "The man smiled as he carried the child in his arms to another one-year-old child.
When the one-year-old boy heard that, he immediately ran over and wailed. "Brother! Brother! "
The scene changed again, and in an instant, the children had grown up. One was three years old, while the other was a little over a year old.
During mealtime, the man's table didn't have much to eat. There was only a potato and a bowl of vegetable soup.
Song Xianhe and Song Xianshu sat there with half a potato in front of them. Each of them took a bite. Song Xianhe would always take a little, but Song Xianshu didn't know that. By the time they were done, Song Xianshu had basically finished the entire potato …
The man said, "Xianhe, have this." As he spoke, he handed the potato in his hand to Song Xianhe, but Song Xianhe shook his head. "No, Daddy. I haven't been feeling well recently. I can't eat. You have to work every day, so you need to eat more. Brother is also growing, so he needs to eat more. When I grow up, we can work together. When the time comes, we can eat two potatoes a meal! "
The man's eyes turned moist when he heard that. It was unknown if he was touched or if he felt apologetic towards the two children. Only Song Xianshu tilted his head, not knowing a thing.
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