There were quite a lot of people at Hualai Temple, but after just walking a short distance, Wen's mother had been bumped into many times. Fortunately, everyone knew that today was Buddha's birthday, and there were many people, so it was normal to be bumped into. Basically, people apologized immediately after being bumped into, and no trouble was caused.
But the flow of people was still too terrifying. Just to buy incense, Wen's mother had to queue for more than an hour. After buying a few bundles of incense, she followed the crowd to the temple. It took almost three hours for her to come out after burning incense. It was around ten o'clock at this time, and the flow of people in Hualin Temple was even more terrifying.
A large number of pilgrims who arrived at around nine o'clock were crowding their way up, while those who had arrived earlier like Wen's mother and had just finished offering incense were coming down. Although the police had hurried over and divided the road into two, with only people going up on the left and only people going down on the right, and were trying their best to maintain order, the flow of people was still much more terrifying than before, nearly twice as many as before.
Seeing this, Mother Wen pressed the little white mouse into her bag a little worriedly and covered it slightly with her hand, fearing that the collision later would cause the little white mouse to fly out. After all, at this moment, if the little white mouse really flew out, it would most likely be trampled into a meat patty by the crowded crowd.
But sometimes, it's like this, what you fear the most will happen.
Just after Wen's mother walked down for a while, a few people in front of her suddenly seemed to be waiting anxiously. Seeing that there were fewer people on the other passage going down, they wanted to squeeze over and take a ride. However, when squeezing over, one of them accidentally bumped into and stepped on a young mother, causing the mother to fall backwards and sit down. Fortunately, the people behind her saw it and reached out to help, so nothing happened. But the father next to him and the people around him became angry with the hitchhiker, and a conflict broke out all of a sudden, and the crowd was suddenly in turmoil.
When Wen's mother came down, she was just not far behind the young mother. Because of the commotion in the crowd, her center of gravity was a little unstable. If someone nearby hadn't seen it and helped her, she would have fallen hard. But just when she was about to fall, it seemed that something small flew out of her small bag, which made Wen's mother look through her small bag as soon as she stood firm.
Sure enough, something was knocked out because of that fall. That little thing was none other than the little white mouse that Wen's mother had kept in the small bag.
Suddenly, Wen's mother panicked and wanted to look down, but there were so many people that she couldn't see anything. There were only legs moving around, and it was like a crowded crowd where she couldn't stop.
Mother Wen paused for a moment, trying to find the little white mouse. The people behind her were already urging her to go. When they heard she'd only lost a little hamster, they all urged her to forget it. How could she possibly find it if it was being trampled on? And a hamster is a living creature; it can run on its own. How could she possibly find it? It wasn't a valuable item, just a little hamster. She could just buy a new one. Otherwise, standing there in the crowd, and getting bumped or stepped on would be a huge loss.
But when Mother Wen heard the comfort from the side, she did not feel comforted. Instead, she felt even more panicked. She did not want to lose the little white mouse. Now she just wanted to find it back, so she hurriedly said, "No, no, that little white mouse is not raised by me, but by my daughter."
"Don't be afraid, she's my own daughter. She'll understand you. It's obvious who's more important, a little hamster or her mother's safety. You'd better get down quickly."
The people around were all trying to persuade her like this. In fact, Wen's mother knew that they were right. If she stopped in such a crowded place with so many people to look for something, the chance of being knocked down or stepped on was too high. It would be better to move to the side. Wen's mother also believed that Wen He would not blame her.
But, but, she couldn't do that. She didn't want to go down like that. She wanted to find the little white mouse. In fact, she wasn't so worried because it was the little white mouse raised by Wen He, but she couldn't bear to let it go. She couldn't bear to let the little white mouse disappear. It was a very cute little white mouse. Until now, Mother Wen still clearly remembered the little white mouse holding a melon and chewing it in the car yesterday. It looked so cute, and the little white mouse looked so silly this morning when it wanted to follow her.
Mother Wen felt extremely uncomfortable and regretted it so much. She regretted why she brought the little white mouse to such a crowded place. Now the little white mouse was lost and she didn't even know whether it was still alive. When she thought about the possibility that the little white mouse might jump to somewhere unknown and be trampled to death by someone, she became anxious and cried, feeling extremely uncomfortable.
This whole scene was seen by Wei the little white mouse who had slipped away to a safe place nearby. Although Wei Yanwang was now in the form of a little white mouse, he was not a real little white mouse after all. He was just thrown into a crowded place. He could just move to the side to avoid it. It was not a problem at all.
But it was a little far away from Wen's mother now. Not only could Wen's mother not hear its "squeak", but if it squeezed over from that position, Wen's mother would most likely be stepped on or bumped into, which would be counterproductive. So Wei Xiaobaishu wanted to wait until Wen's mother reached the flat ground below where there were not many people around before he could reunite with her.
However, he did not expect that after Wen's mother found out that he was missing, she seemed to panic and was unwilling to go down. Instead, she insisted on finding it out. She seemed to be afraid that it was missing or trampled to death. Under the urging of the people around her, she seemed to be so anxious that she was about to cry.
This moment made Wei the little white mouse even more anxious. He remembered very clearly that woman, when she faced her ex-husband who had destroyed everything for her at the door of Gu's house that day, although she was very angry, sad and desperate, she was strong enough not to cry. Why did she suddenly cry for him now? Just like what the people around him said, he was just a little white mouse now. If he was really lost, wouldn't it be enough to buy a new one?
Aren't humans like that? They always like things that benefit them? If a mouse is missing, just buy a similar one to replace it. It's just a hamster after all, and all hamsters look similar. If you like hamsters, just buy a new one.
Why are you still standing there looking for it? When the nine o'clock crowd comes down, they'll definitely get bumped or stepped on! Why are you so persistent?!
By now, Wei the Little White Mouse was spinning in circles, his heart pounding. He wanted to rush over and bring Wen's mother out, but he was just a little white mouse now, how could he possibly bring someone out? If only he were still in human form, he could bring Wen's mother out. If only he hadn't run out of spiritual power... Wait, it seemed like after being nourished by so many fruits with concentration formations, his spiritual power had returned...
At this moment, an idea suddenly popped up in Wei Xiaobaishu's mind.
Then, the next moment, a gentle man walked over to Mother Wen, who was crying anxiously but still couldn't find the little white mouse no matter how hard she tried. When he saw Mother Wen was about to be knocked down, he took a few steps forward without a second thought, supported Mother Wen, and asked with great concern, "Are you okay?"
But as soon as he said this, the man seemed to immediately realize that his attitude seemed a little wrong. The next second, he regained control of his facial expression, making it look more distant, as if it was the first time he met her.
When Wen's mother turned around, she saw Wei Xiaoyanwang who had returned to his original appearance. Or rather, Wen's mother saw a very gentle man. To say he was handsome, he was not that handsome. His facial features were not as handsome as those young men like Ji Changhe, but he was still good-looking. He exuded an extremely gentle temperament all over his body, which made people feel very comfortable.
But what made Wen's mother a little dazed was not because the other person was good-looking, but because she felt vaguely that she seemed to have seen the other person somewhere. When she came to her senses, she found that she seemed to have stared at the other person for too long. She couldn't help but apologize and thank him embarrassedly, and turned around to continue looking for the shadow of the little white mouse.
At this moment, the handsome man suddenly stopped her and said, "Wait, ma'am, did you lose a white mouse? I just saw it over there, picked it up and put it in my pocket. Take a look and see if it's the one you're looking for."
As he spoke, King Wei Yan took out the 'little white mouse' that he had condensed with his spiritual power and injected with a bit of spiritual consciousness from his pocket and placed it in front of Mother Wen.
With just one glance, Mother Wen recognized it immediately. It was undoubtedly the little white mouse. Although she didn't know why the little white mouse seemed a little dull at this moment and not as lively as before, it might be because it was frightened, which made it look so dull. It would probably be better soon.
Thinking of this, Wen's mother felt better and said "thank you" to the gentle man in front of her with great gratitude. The man looked at the crowded crowd and said that he would do his best to send Wen's mother down. Wen's mother wanted to refuse, but when she recalled the situation of losing the little white mouse just now, she swallowed the words back into her mouth. If the little white mouse was knocked away again, it would be terrible. It would be better to walk out of the crowd first.
After thinking about it, he nodded and agreed.
The way down from up there was not long, only about half an hour. Perhaps it was because the other party was very knowledgeable and talkative, or perhaps it was because his temperament made people feel relaxed and comfortable. In just half an hour, Wen's mother became familiar with the other party. She learned that his last name was Song Wei, and that his purpose today was the same as hers, to take a walk in Hualin Temple and burn a stick of incense for safety.
After a while, Song Wei took Wen's mother to a safe place. It seemed that he wanted to invite Wen's mother to wait for a taxi at the intersection. After all, there were many people today, and it would take quite a while to wait for a taxi. But Wen's mother shook her head, raised the incense stick that was about half left in her hand, and shook her head and said, "No, in fact, today, in addition to coming to Hualin Temple to burn incense, I also want to visit my hometown. Well, to be precise, it's not really an old place. It's just a small temple that my grandfather used to go to when he was a child. However, that temple was struck by lightning a long time ago and collapsed. It is said that it was a very popular temple in the past, but my grandfather said that it was a pity for the temple owner, but the temple owner still selflessly fulfilled their rude wishes. It was us who asked too much of the temple owner, so when we were young, he often told us that if we were free, we should burn incense to the temple owner every once in a while, regardless of whether the temple owner was still there..."
"By the way, Mr. Song, have you heard of this temple? It's located nearby. It was once very popular over 80 years ago. Or to be more precise, it should be called the 'Wei Yanwang Temple'. I heard that the King of Hell was called 'Wei', the same as your name~"
Has he heard of it? Of course he has! That is his temple, the temple of his King of Hell!
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