Chapter 99 Sacrifice to the Dead
The day after Song’s death, Wen Mingqian went out early in the morning.
She came to Wuqiu Temple, which was still extremely clean.
The old abbot passed away two months ago. The current abbot is named Huikong. He is around forty. He is the apprentice of the old abbot. Wen Mingqian has known her since his early years.
"Master Huikong, I have several old friends whose souls I want to enshrine here. Is it possible?" Wen Mingqian asked.
"Who is the donor?" Huikong asked.
“They are the maids who have been with me since childhood,” Wen Mingqian said. “For so many years, I have not been able to give their spiritual tablets a proper place, and I feel quite uneasy.”
"Since the benefactor is willing, the temple is naturally willing to be beautiful." Huikong said, "There is a Buddhist hall dedicated to enshrining the spiritual tablets. Every day, monks and nuns clean it and burn incense for worship. The benefactor can rest assured."
"This is convenient. Thank you very much. I will provide you with the incense every month. I would like to ask the abbot to arrange for some masters to perform the salvation rituals for a few days. This can be regarded as fulfilling my wish." Wen Mingqian added.
"Easy to say, easy to say." Huikong said, "I don't know where the spiritual throne is? Please go into the Buddhist hall first!"
Then he sent a little nun to take Wen Mingqian over.
Every temple in Beijing can store spiritual tablets. The reason why Wen Mingqian chose Wuqiu Temple was not because he wanted to get cheap incense here, but because he felt that it was clean and less polluted by the world.
Wen Mingqian personally placed the soul tablets of Ah Shou and Ah Hui on the incense table. Sang Er took the incense and said to the little nun: "Master, please go elsewhere first! My wife wants to pay homage. . "
The little nun turned around, and Sang Er also stepped out, closed the door of the Zen room, and walked to the bottom of the steps to wait.
Wen Mingqian put on the incense, knelt on the futon, opened his mouth, but could not utter a word. His tears were like broken beads, falling down one by one, falling on the skirt of his clothes and the futon, breaking into pieces. Cracked crystal.
The dignity, poise, calmness and restraint that he displayed in front of others were all gone at this moment.
After seven years of enduring humiliation and bearing heavy burdens, I was rewarded with a clear conscience. I felt little joy, but more of a bitter emotion.
The stigma can be cleared, and the bad guys will get their comeuppance.
But what about those who died? It's impossible to come back no matter what.
For so many years, she had nowhere to talk about her grievances and pain, and she had long been accustomed to keeping everything in her heart. Now, even if I get my revenge, I still can't find the right words to express my feelings.
Only tears seemed to flow forever.
Probably because she has never cried since she held Gong Changan in her arms. She has accumulated too many tears in the past seven years, and now she has a legitimate reason to cry.
Wen Mingqian let his tears flow freely, but he did not cry at all.
She just knelt there upright, with tears pouring down, wetting her clothes.
After a long time, she stood up, slowly took out a handkerchief, and wiped the tears on her face.
Finally, he stretched out his hand and placed a handful of sweet-scented osmanthus sugar on the altar table.
Sang Er heard the door of the meditation room opening and hurriedly stood up to greet it.
“Aniang,” she knew Wen Mingqian must have cried hard when she saw him like this, and couldn’t help but feel distressed and handed over her handkerchief, “it’s okay to cry, it will make you feel better.”
"Tell the people in the temple to find a room and let me change my clothes." Wen Mingqian said, "I can't go out to meet people like this."
"Auntie, you Sit here for now, I'll ask you soon." Sang Er hurried away. After Wen Mingqian changed his clothes, he washed his face and put on makeup again.
“My mother is so beautiful,” Sang Er looked at Wen Mingqian with stars in his eyes, “How can that old man in Gong Xu be worthy of you?!”
Sang Er in Gong Xu He always pretends to be well-behaved and innocent in front of him, and he also deliberately shows his respect for Gong Xu.
In fact, in her heart, she only regarded Gong Xu as shit. This man, who was inferior to a pig or a dog, should be condemned to death.
“You can only say this in front of me.” Wen Mingqian reminded her, “You must be careful with your words and deeds in the Gong family.”
"I know, Auntie. I just feel really angry. Although Song Xiulian is hateful, Gong Xu's guilt is actually equal to hers. It's a pity that he was born into a man. This world is too tolerant to men." Sang Er said from the bottom of his heart. Feeling unfair for Wen Mingqian.
"There are too many injustices in this world," Wen Mingqian lowered his eyebrows, "If you can get it back with your own hands, it won't be so bad after all."
As he said that, the previous one The little nun led another person over.
It was none other than Liu Cuiyi.
"Sister, you are really here," Liu Cuiyi was overjoyed, "I originally went to your house, but I heard that you were out.
I just came here to take a look, but I didn’t expect you to be here too. "
"So the two of us are destined to meet each other today. Wen Mingqian was also very happy to see her, "I haven't seen you in some days." "
"I went back to my parents' house to stay for a few days these days, because my aunt and others came to Beijing, and the whole family was very lively. You know, my mother is old. Although she has a sister-in-law, she is often too busy because she has many children, so she asked me to help take care of them. "Liu Cuiyi said and sat down next to Wen Mingqian.
"If you are not busy today, the two of us can stay here and have a fast meal! " Wen Mingqian suggested, "I remember that his family's vegetarian food is very particular. I haven't eaten it in many years. "
"That's good," Liu Cuiyi said with a smile, "just what I want." ”
"Sang Er, you and this little master go to the front and say, give these thirty taels of silver to the abbot, which will be used as this month's incense and money for the dojo."
"Sister, I Yesterday when I was lighting the lamp, I heard that Aunt Song was dead." After Sang Er left, Liu Cuiyi asked in a tight voice, "This news is so sudden."
"You haven't been to our house these days. So I don’t know. She had a miscarriage last month and she never recovered. She suddenly had a bleeding episode that night and didn’t stop,” Wen Mingqian said, “I only found out the next morning. It was really sudden.”
"Then she...she died like this," Liu Cuiyi said with regret. "Isn't it impossible to explain my sister's grievances clearly?"
"Don't worry, back then, The matter has been cleared up." Wen Mingqian smiled, "Now everyone in the palace knows that I am innocent."
"Really?!" Liu Cuiyi was overjoyed after hearing this, and grabbed Wen Mingqian's hand, "God! Thank God! Bodhisattva bless you!"
"Looking at how happy you are, I don't even know who to thank. ." Wen Mingqian couldn't help but laugh.
"Needless to say, I am really happy for my sister." Liu Cuiyi's cheeks turned red with excitement, "It has been so hard for you these past years. By the way, who killed that child? "
"It's Song himself," Wen Mingqian said.
"Ah?! How...how is it possible? That's her biological child!" Liu Cuiyi's eyes widened in shock, "How could she do this?"
"According to her point of view, she also had her own reasons." Wen Mingqian sighed softly, "She was already pregnant with the child before she met our master, but she tried to hide it. Later, the older the child grew, the more she became pregnant. The clues came out. After thinking about it, she felt that she couldn't let this child grow up anyway, so she decided to use this matter to get rid of me as a thorn in her side."
(End of this chapter)
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