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MTL - Pihanjin-Chapter 20
The next morning, after Xie Changgeng left, Mu Fulan dressed in ordinary people's clothes and took a carriage out of the city to Huguo Temple.
Mu's mother thought that she felt something yesterday, so today she deliberately went to worship the Buddha alone, prepared incense baskets and other items with the maid, and went out with her.
The carriage went under the gate of Huguo Temple, and Mu Fulan asked the coachman to wait here and climbed the steps by himself.
Different from the bustling scene of fragrant cars and BMWs outside the mountain gate yesterday, today it is quiet and peaceful. On the stone steps that lead straight to the mountain gate, there is not half a person in sight. The sun shone on the forest head, the vines and lilies, and in the depths of the empty mountain, there were bursts of crisp birdsong.
Mu Fulan arrived at the mountain gate, and the monk monk came out. Because there were too many people yesterday, and she was dressed in ordinary clothes today, and she did not reveal her identity, she was led to the Guanyin Hall like an ordinary female pilgrim going up the mountain.
She knelt on the futon, bowed and prayed devoutly, left her mother and maid behind, and left the Guanyin Hall by herself to ask the monk Zhike about the child she saw yesterday.
"...The child's size came here, wearing a monk's robe, but not shaved..."
She described what she had seen to the monk in great detail.
"He is a layman in front of the elders."
"The elders told me a long time ago that if anyone comes to ask this child, let me lead them to him."
"The benefactor, please come with me."
said the monk.
All night last night, and this morning, on the way here, Mu Fulan was restless, worrying about gains and losses.
She was afraid that she would hear that there was no such child in the temple. It's all just an illusion of hers.
And now, because of the monk's words, the hope that held her heart, even though it was slim, seemed to be able to continue.
At this moment, she was so grateful that she almost burst into tears.
She restrained the emotion that rushed to her in an instant, thanked the monk, and followed him to Tallinn in the back mountain.
The monk led the way and told her about the child's origins.
The child was an orphan. Soon after he was born, he was abandoned in Houshan Tallinn, with the birth date on his body. Thinking that the parents who brought him to this world were afraid that he would bring ominous and misfortune to them, so they abandoned him. His cries attracted the elders, who later kept him in front of him.
The monk said that the child is almost three years old now and still can't speak. The elders loved him very much. For some reason, they also valued him very much. They called him as a disciple. In terms of position, he was the same as the abbot and abbot, but he had never been officially admitted to the door. There is another fate, not long after adopting him, he told himself this.
Mu Fulan's eyes reappeared in front of the scene of the child looking back at him yesterday evening, and her heartbeat couldn't stop speeding up again.
"Arrived, here is Tallinn, the elder is inside, and the female benefactor can follow the road and enter."
The monk stopped, pointed to a stone path ahead, and saluted Mu Fulan, then turned and left.
Mu Fulan walked along the stone path, passed the silent and solemn stupas beside her, and walked slowly towards the depths of Tallinn. Finally, when she reached a tower, she slowly stopped. Footsteps, looking ahead, holding her breath.
Not far ahead, just between Tallinn, an old monk with white hair and beard led a young boy. They each held a broom and were cleaning the fallen leaves that fell on the ground around Tallinn.
The young boy had his hair in a small bun, and was wearing an old monk's robe that had been reduced in size. He held a small broom in his hand, imitating the old monk, sweeping the ground one by one.
His expression was immature, but his movements were rigid and serious, and the ground behind him was swept clean by him, not even a single leaf fell.
Mu Fulan stared at the child in front of her without blinking her eyes, and a familiar feeling of intimacy that only she knew, rushed towards her.
From the moment she opened her eyes and found that she came back, it was as if a piece of empty heart had been plucked away. At this moment, she was completely filled with an unbelievable sense of ecstasy and peace of mind.
He was her Xier, she knew.
He was reincarnated and, as he had told her before, came back to accompany her.
Her eyes were red and her throat was blocked. She wanted to run over immediately, take his small body into her arms, and never let him go, telling him that she was his mother and that she would never be separated from now on. She will do everything in her power to protect him until he grows up and starts a new life of his own.
But she was afraid that such a self would scare him.
"Hee!"
She stepped forward, tentatively, and called out his name in a trembling voice.
The child stopped, held the small broom in his hand, raised his head, and looked at this young and beautiful woman who suddenly appeared in front of him.
After a while, he hesitated, widened his bright and innocent eyes, and asked slowly, "Is Xi'er me? Are you my grandmother, are you here to pick up my mother?"
Maybe it was the first time he spoke, his articulation was a little difficult, but every word was very clear.
Just when he heard him ask these words in a tender voice, Mu Fulan couldn't hold it any longer and shed tears.
"Yes, you are Xi'er! I am your mother, the mother who came to pick you up!"
She choked back in reply, nodding forcefully.
How could she be blessed, to ask God to treat her so kindly. Even with so much resentment and pain in the previous life, in this lifetime, she and her Xi'er could meet and become mother and son again in this way.
She ran towards the little figure, and immediately took him into her arms and hugged him tightly.
Kisses like raindrops kept falling on one of his small cheeks.
Xi'er was held in her arms by her, at first motionless, obediently letting her kiss him, slowly, his eyes filled with joy.
"I dreamed that my mother came to pick me up. You are exactly the same as the mother in my dream. Xi'er saw you yesterday, but didn't dare to call you."
"So you are really my mother..."
His small mouth came close to Mu Fulan's ear. He was happy, and with a bit of shyness, he whispered to her softly.
Mu Fulan's tears flowed even more fiercely, and she held him even tighter.
"Mom, don't cry..."
Xi'er stretched out a small hand and wiped away her tears.
"Okay, mother don't cry!"
Mu Fulan hurriedly held back her tears and smiled at Xi'er.
"Master! I have a name!" Xi'er's eyes lit up and she raised her face excitedly.
"She is my mother! My mother has come to pick me up!"
Only then did Mu Fulan regain her senses, hurriedly wiped away her tears, gently let go of Xi'er, and turned to the old monk who had been watching quietly.
With great respect and gratitude, she respectfully saluted the eminent monk holding a broom in front of her.
"Elder, Xi'er is my child, can I pick him up?"
After thanking, Mu Fulan asked.
The old monk's eyes were calm and deep, he stared at Mu Fulan for a moment, and said, "This son is not from an empty family. By fate, he used to live here. Now the female benefactor has been found, and the flesh and blood are reunited. Dare to let go?"
Mu Fulan thanked her deeply, calmed her mind slowly, pondered for a moment, and quickly made a decision, saying to Xi'er, "Mother's home is in a place called Changsha, which is very far from here. I still have something to do now, so I can’t go back with you right now. My mother asks someone to take you home first, and you wait for your mother to come back at home, okay?”
Xi'er was stunned for a moment, her eyes showed a look of sadness, her two small arms wrapped tightly around Mu Fulan's neck, hesitated for a moment, and said softly, "Mother, will you not come back and don't want me again? "
Mu Fulan's heart was sour and hot, she embraced her son again, and kissed his forehead heavily.
"Xi'er, don't worry. Xi'er is my mother's most beloved person in this world. In the past, my mother couldn't find you, but now I have finally found Xi'er, how could my mother not want you? When it's over, my mother will go home immediately, and we won't be separated again in the future, okay?"
Xi'er breathed a sigh of relief, and a happy smile appeared on her face again.
"Okay. Xi'er listened to her mother's words and waited for her mother to come back at home."
Mu Fulan hugged her son tightly for a while, and finally let him go. She returned to Elder Huiji and said, "Elder, I will arrange for someone to go up the mountain today and send Xi'er away as soon as possible."
The elder didn't say anything, just waved to Xi'er.
Xi'er ran towards him.
The elder smiled, patted his head lovingly, pointed to the Tallinn in front of him and said, "It originated from this, there is a beginning and an end. Would Xi'er be willing to work with the master to sweep the ground here before leaving?"
"Xie'er is willing."
He nodded immediately, ran to grab the little broom that had just been put down, turned his head and smiled at Mu Fulan: "Mother, Xi'er has to help Master sweep the floor before leaving."
Mu Fulan smiled with tears in her eyes, nodded and said yes.
She stood aside, looking at Xi'er's little back who was trying to sweep the floor, wiped away the remaining tears on her face, turned back to the front, and started arranging things.
When she entered Beijing this time, Mu Xuanqing had arranged for her two capable Mu clan dead men, who came with the team of envoys as entourages.
After the envoy had contributed, he could not stay, and he had to go back within three days, but the two dead men had already stayed behind for her encouragement.
Mu Fulan knew that her future future was uncertain, and she was even more fortunate.
It was because of this that she wanted to send Xi'er back to Changsha as soon as possible.
Only when Xi'er returned to Changsha safely, could she relax and deal with the people in front of her.
She must get out as soon as possible. Whatever the cost, whatever the means.