Chapter 271: Weak Paper Monster VS Enlightened Monk (3)
"I'll come find you tomorrow." Hearing the noise outside the hall, Shi Yi quickly returned to the sutra, still clinging to the tattered old paper. To others, it was just an inconspicuous old sutra.
"Master, Mrs. Rong has been ill since she came down the mountain, and now the rich man Rong and his guards are coming to the mountain aggressively." The young monk tried his best to calm himself, but his eyebrows were almost connected together.
"It's a blessing, not a disaster. If it's a disaster, you can't avoid it. Let's go out and meet him." Kong Wu lowered his eyes and stood up from the mat, picked up the tattered sutra at his feet, and put it on the incense table. His posture was elegant and his expression was compassionate, just like the Bodhisattva in the hall, which invisibly eliminated the fear in the young monk's heart.
The young monk followed his master and walked out of the hall step by step. Outside the door, Rong Sheng was already waiting for them with his guards. He stared at Rong Sheng with both eyes, thinking that if Rong Sheng gave any instructions, he would be able to find out immediately and remind his master, but Rong Sheng's performance surprised him.
"Master, is there really no way?" Rong Sheng and the guards he brought with him knelt in front of the two of them, speaking sadly.
Rong's house, Rong's old lady's room.
On the bed, Rong's old lady opened her eyes wide, her eyeballs were turbid and sticky, her cheeks were deeply sunken, and there was no sign of life, but her lips on the loose face were still trembling slightly, making people see that she was not dead yet.
"Old lady, the young master just went to Pushan Temple, you must be waiting." Michun, the girl who was picked up and saved by Rong Sheng, held her rough hand like a withered one, her face was pale, but her eyes were rosy, and her cheeks were full of tears. To others, she was really affectionate.
Even Yu Niang, who had been following Madam Rong for many years and was known as the one with the Fiery Eyes and Golden Pupils, was moved by her and advised: "Good child, go back. You have been kneeling in front of the Bodhisattva without food or drink for three days to pray for the old lady. If you continue like this, your body will not be able to bear it. Who will take care of the young master then?"
Yu Niang spoke beautifully, but she had other plans in her mind. Once Madam Rong died, she would have no one to rely on. Without the income from money, her gambling husband at home would definitely teach her the rules. The blacksmith was very strong, and she could not withstand a few whips. At present, in the Rong Mansion, only the girl in front of her, Mi Chun, had a close relationship with the young master. She had to rely on her to make plans for herself.
"Yu Niang, you've been working hard recently. Look at you, you've lost weight. You've been with the old lady for so many years, and you can't even take good care of your own children. It's really hard for you. You probably don't even know that he's seriously ill." Seeing the worry in Yu Niang's eyes when she heard that her son was seriously ill, Mi Chun turned and held her hand, and sincerely advised: "It's enough for the old lady to have me here to take care of him. How long have you not seen Bao'er? He is young and suddenly seriously ill. He needs his mother right now. You should take some time to go back and see him." "
I'm afraid that's not a good idea. The old lady is still sick, and the young master hasn't come back yet." Yu Niang's face moved slightly, and her heart moved several times. It was obvious that
she was moved. Her damn husband couldn't earn much silver all year round. He always came to her to plunder. As soon as he had money, he would go to the brothel and didn't even take care of his son. Now Bao'er is seriously ill, and I don't know if he has food or drink at home.
Michun knew that she was interested, and hurriedly urged her: "Yu Niang, I am the maid rescued by the young master. Everyone in the mansion is guarding me. You should go back to see your seriously ill son before coming back. The old lady is still lying here in good health. Why do you have so many concerns?"
Yu Niang glanced at the old lady Rong lying on the bed, who looked like a dead person, and thought of her son at home who was lying in bed without food and water and might die. After weighing the two, she chose the person closest to her. She held Michun's hand with both hands and said half-truthfully: "Thank
you for your hard work here, sister Michun. I will come after I go back to see Baoer." "Sister Yu Niang, go with peace of mind. In order to shut up those filthy people, if anyone asks, just say that the old lady wants to eat sugar-coated cakes. Please bring some when you come back." Michun looked into her eyes and said the trick.
Yu Niang was only three-tenths sincere at first, but because of her words, she immediately became three-tenths more sincere, and her face was a little emotional, "Then thank you for your trouble, sister."
After sending Yu Niang away, Mi Chun drove the other maids in the room out of the house on the grounds of boredom. So, in this huge and magnificent house, only she and the old lady Rong lying on the bed were left.
Although the old lady Rong lying on the bed could not move, her ears were still sensitive. Yu Niang wanted to go back to see her son, but Mi Chun, this dead girl, usually tried to please her in various ways. Now was the time to show it. She believed that Mi Chun would not let her down.
She regarded Mi Chun's behavior of driving away other maids as a fight for favor.
Mi Chun stood in front of the bed, looking at this charitable old lady who was praised by outsiders without knowing the truth, and couldn't help spitting.
The moisture on her eyebrows made the old lady Rong's eyes blink slightly for a moment, and then continued to stare. She had misjudged this girl after all, and she actually took advantage of the fact that no one was serving in the room to insult her.
"Do you know why I have tried to please you again and again?" Michun half-knelt in front of her, held her hand, and asked in a low voice.
If someone suddenly broke in at this moment and saw this scene, they would naturally think that she was filial and sincere and would not suspect anything else. This was the meaning of her action.
Mrs. Rong carefully recalled the origin of Michun's dead girl. It was just a half-dead girl picked up on the roadside. She frowned and wanted to scold and curse, but no sound came out of her mouth.
"I know that the old lady will definitely scold Michun for disrespecting the elders..." Michun's face was gentle, and the smile on the corner of her mouth was unusually comforting. Mrs. Rong knew her mistake and was about to forgive her, but her next sentence made Mrs. Rong so angry that she almost sat up from the bed.
"But are you worthy?" Michun stretched out her other hand and slapped her face twice.
Mrs. Rong widened her eyes, as if she could stare Michun to death. She has lived for decades, and this is the first time she has met such an arrogant girl. It was a pity that she collapsed on the bed, otherwise she would definitely jump up and slap her hard.
Seeing that there was no mark on the old woman's face, Mi Chun grinned, "Yes, the old lady has done many evil things in her life, how could she think of our Liu family?"
Liu family? The old lady Rong lying on the bed suddenly opened and closed her eyes. Was it the Liu family where she worked as a long-term worker in another place ten years ago? Didn't she burn all the people to death? How could there be such a troublemaker girl?
Young orphan: that is, losing one's father at a young age
(end of this chapter)
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