Chapter 46 Blood Scripture
Mrs. Gong didn’t know that something had happened to Gong Xu.
But it was already known that Wen Mingqian, mother and son, were back.
So when the carriage stopped outside the gate of Ruyang Bo's Mansion and the curtain was lifted, she was not surprised to see Wen Mingqian among the people who greeted him.
But I was still a little surprised in my heart.
She originally thought that Wen Mingqian would be much haggard, after all, he had been using the Wind Blade and Frost Sword for seven years.
And in order to punish her, he warned everyone not to send money or gifts to Wen Mingqian, and let her live on the dozens of acres of tombs in her hometown.
But now Wen Mingqian's face is radiant, his spirit is pure and his body is full.
Could it be that she has lived a very happy life in these years?
Looking at Mrs. Song on the side, she looked even more haggard.
She was originally older than Wen Mingqian, but she was only two or three years old. Now comparing the two, it seems that she is at least seven or eight years older than Wen Mingqian.
With such suspicion, Mrs. Gong entered the house surrounded by people.
After sitting down, everyone came up to say hello one by one.
It was Wen Mingqian's turn. She walked closer and knelt down gently in front of Mrs. Gong. Gong Changan also knelt down immediately.
"My daughter-in-law greets her mother-in-law. Ming Qian is not filial. She has not been around for many years. She is worried and terrified day and night. Now that her mother-in-law is in good health and is better than before, my daughter-in-law is really happy." Wen Mingqian hung his head slightly. Head, speak sincerely.
"You feel at ease. You came back as soon as you said you would. I am already in my twilight years, how can I be better than before? But you, with your radiant face, are really better than before!" Mrs. Gong's tone was a little cold, Accused Wen Mingqian of not following the rules and returning without telling him.
He also ridiculed her for living a comfortable and comfortable life without remembering that she was punished to think about her mistakes.
Mrs. Gong scolded Wen Mingqian like this in front of everyone, which made Mrs. Song feel very comfortable.
If the old lady was at home before, how could Wen Mingqian be free for so long? She must have been sent away long ago.
"The old lady is right to blame. It is indeed wrong for my daughter-in-law to come back without warning, but she is really forced to do so." Wen Mingqian explained in a gentle voice and humbly, "Since last year, there has been a plague in Shuangxi. . Uncle Yu and his wife, as well as Mother Huang and Ah Hui, were all infected with the plague, and only our mother and son and Mother Zhang were left.
After a winter, the plague still has not subsided. The daughter-in-law originally wanted to write a letter and asked her family for instructions. But I thought it would take at least two months to send letters back and forth, and when the plague hit in the spring, I wouldn't be able to leave even if I wanted to.
Though I have thought about it, just because there is still this seedling, it is the flesh and blood of the Gong family. So he made his own decision and left Shuangxi.
To be honest, my daughter-in-law didn’t expect to come back smoothly. After all, the journey is long, or there is a risk of death on the way if a plague breaks out.
But if you continue to stay there, it will be even worse.
Thanks to the blessing of our ancestors and the blessing of the old lady, this journey was safe and smooth. ”
"Old lady, my siblings have been forced to do nothing. It's not that she has never thought about enduring it, but after enduring it for a year, the plague is still there. What's more, even if she can endure it herself, how can she let her children also be in danger? "What?" Gong Rang's wife Wei Shi advised from the side, "Besides, the child is already so old, so he should go back to Beijing to study hard. Didn't you think about it before? Where is the place to raise children?" br>
When Gong Changan was mentioned, Mrs. Gong no longer attacked Wen Mingqian, but focused on the grandson whom she met for the first time.
"Grandson, Gong Changan, please give my regards to my grandmother, and my eldest aunt." Gong Changan knelt upright and his voice was clear and loud.
Kowtowed respectfully, and then knelt straight again.
“Oh, this kid is so good-looking!” Webster said with a smile, “Get up quickly, come over here, and let the old lady take a good look at you.”
Gong Changan stood up and walked up to Mrs. Gong. His eyes, which were like black glass, were slightly filled with moisture, and his mouth was slightly pursed, looking eager to get close but timid.
Even though Mrs. Gong had great resentment towards Wen Mingqian, she could not remain indifferent to this lovely grandson.
"Grandma, have you had a difficult journey? Chang'an looks forward to seeing you every day. It is your grandson's fault that you have not been able to fulfill your filial piety by your side. From now on, your grandson will definitely be with you every day. Come here and make up for what you owed me before." Gong Changan looked at Mrs. Gong eagerly, expressing his filial piety without any hesitation.
Mrs. Gong was naturally moved after hearing this. She hugged him into her arms and said, "My dear grandson! I have suffered so much for you these years."
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Gong Changan gently hugged Mrs. Gong and shed a few tears silently.
At this time, Wen Mingqian was still kneeling there because Mrs. Gong didn't let her get up at all.
Gong Changan then said: "Grandma, my mother has prepared a gift for you."
"Grandma doesn't want her, it's enough for grandma to have you." Mrs. Gong saw it. Don't look at Wen Mingqian.
"Grandma, please. My mother has been preparing this gift for six years and it is made with her hard work." Gong Changan pleaded, "Please take a look at it. If you don't like it, , forget it.”
"Old lady, after all, this is my brother and sister's wish, just check it out!" Webster advised again.
Zhang Ma and Zhu Ma carried a wooden box in. Everyone felt strange and didn't know what was inside.
After putting it down, Webster stepped forward and opened it with his own hands.
"Brother and sister, is this the Avatamsaka Sutra that you hand-copied?" Webster picked up the top volume and handed it to the old lady.
Wen Mingqian copied eighty volumes of the Huayan Sutra.
Mrs. Song couldn't help but sneer in her heart, what's the point? People say that we borrow flowers to offer to Buddha, but Wen Mingqian clearly meant to offer to Buddha by borrowing scriptures. Didn’t she just go back to Qingxiu? What else can you do if you don’t copy scriptures every day? !
Actually, she was not the only one who thought so. Many people felt that Wen Mingqian's gift was not clever.
It’s okay to say that it’s just the right thing to do, but where are these manuscripts missing?
Looking at Mrs. Gong again, she was firmly attracted by the scripture in her hand.
After looking at it for a long time, he raised his head and looked at Wen Mingqian again with a very different look than before.
"This...is this blood menstruation?!" Mrs. Gong's voice trembled slightly, showing that she was greatly touched.
“My mother pricked her own blood and covered it with gold powder, and wrote it down one by one.” Gong Changan sobbed and said, “She said that only in this way can she show her full sincerity and filial piety.”< br>
As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.
Pricking blood to write sutras cannot be done unless you have a great wish. Not to mention the eighty volumes of the Avatamsaka Sutra.
Blood scriptures are extremely rare and rare. If the person writing the scriptures by pricking blood does not follow a vegetarian diet, the scriptures written will turn black and will not be used at all.
But what Wen Mingqian wrote was full of brilliance and solemnity.
Since ancient times, there have been only two blood sutras of the Huayan Sutra handed down from generation to generation, one of which is incomplete. The other part is secretly hidden in the Sutra Pavilion and cannot be seen by ordinary people.
Mrs. Gong is a firm believer in Buddhism and knows how rare this box of scriptures is.
Even with money, there is nowhere to buy it.
Because the energy, blood and time it consumes cannot be measured in money at all.
"You...get up!" Mrs. Gong did not let Wen Mingqian kneel down anymore.
(End of this chapter)