A Paragon of Wuhun Chapter 1883: Mother’s Relics

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The first thousand eight hundred and eighty-third chapter mother's relics

The two came to the small courtyard, opened the door and entered the hall.

And Chen Feng soon discovered that inside this hall, it was also rudimentary to the extreme.

The tables and chairs inside are very simple, and Chen Feng even saw a loom in the West Wing.

"The loom?" Chen Feng raised his eyebrows and said, "Why is there this in my mother's room?"

Tong Bo hesitated for a while, and then said in a low voice: "About not long after the young master was born, you, mother and son, lived in poverty and were unsustainable."

"During that time, Madam had to think that other nobles in the mansion would make brocades for a living, otherwise, you two would have starved to death!"

"What? My mother's dignified lady actually weaves for other women to make a living?" Chen Feng heard this, and the muscles on his face jumped violently, flashing a furious color. , The eyes become red!

"Don't Yun Potian not support it?" Chen Feng said angrily.

Tong Bo sighed and was silent.

He didn't need to say anything, Chen Feng could guess it too.

He took a deep breath, calmed his mind, and walked around in the courtyard and several rooms.

Although it is extremely simple here, there are traces of my mother's life everywhere.

When Chen Feng looked at it, countless sorrows were added to his heart.

Although I can't remember clearly, I can't remember his mother's appearance at all, but Chen Feng can imagine how hard it is to live with his mother when he was young, and how painful his mother is!

In the main hall, there is an incense case.

On the incense table, there is a Buddha statue.

The Buddha statue is extremely simple, and the carvings are very simple, but a few strokes are lifelike, and obviously the carvings are extremely sophisticated.

The Buddha statue was sitting there, his eyes flat, looking at Chen Feng, as if he could see through everything in the world.

For no reason, Chen Feng felt calmer.

He knows vaguely that this is a Buddha, but more often, Chen Feng doesn't know it at all, because he knows very little and has hardly contacted Buddhism before.

He once strayed into the Little Leiyin Temple at the bottom of the lake and got some inheritance, but he didn't have similar knowledge in this area.

After all, the entire Kingdom of Qin, and even the entire Thirty-Seven Kingdom of Slaying Dragons, didn't seem to have much Buddha-related things.

His knowledge of this is extremely lacking.

There is a green lantern in front of the Buddha, and there is a thatched futon before the green lantern, which is so simple.

Then, Tong Bo removed the futon and tapped it lightly on the ground a few times, seven short and six long, very rhythmic.

The next moment, suddenly, the ground cracked quietly, revealing a wooden box below.

The wooden box is also extremely simple. It is made of the most common elm tree. It is not inlaid with gold or jade, and it does not emit a powerful aura.

Chen Feng asked: "This is?"

Tong Bo said softly: "Chen Feng, this is a relic left to you by your mother. She once told me clearly 17 years ago that you can take this thing after you are twenty years old. Here you are."

"Unexpectedly, this wait is for many years, but now I can finally do it, but Madam's long-cherished wish."

Chen Feng trembling hands, took the wooden box.

After that, Uncle Tong had another conversation with Chen Feng and left!

Bo Tong has already walked to the gate of the courtyard, suddenly turned around to look at Xiang Chen Feng, and said softly: "Master, the old slave can remind you only one sentence, this is not your real home!"

"Be careful of the people in the mansion!"

"Be careful of the people in the mansion?" Chen Feng's expression condensed and asked: "Do you include the general?"

Bo Tong said softly: "Including everyone!"

After Uncle Tong left, Chen Feng cleaned the courtyard.

He didn't use the power of a martial artist, but took a broom and a rag, like an ordinary person, to clear the inside and out of this place.

Because this is where my mother once lived.

It wasn't until the evening that the cleaning was finished, and Chen Feng was also tired and sweating profusely.

There was a well in the courtyard, and the water in the well was cold. Chen Feng used a bucket of water to wash his body.

The ice water flowed through the solid muscles, and Chen Feng suddenly felt a dream. In this small courtyard, he seemed to have returned to a few years ago. He was still the little Qian Yuanzong kid compared to others.

The night is like water. In the hall, Chen Feng sits cross-legged, and in front of him is a small wooden box.

There is nothing surprising.

This is the relic left by Chen Feng's mother.

Chen Feng opened the wooden box to reveal the contents. After seeing it, Chen Feng's face suddenly showed a touch of astonishment, and then stretched out his hand to take out the contents.

It turned out that there was only one book in this wooden box.

This book is very old. After Chen Feng opened it, he saw that it was densely packed with handwriting.

The handwriting is very beautiful, and the words are like people. Chen Feng immediately knew that it must have been handwritten by his mother.

Then, he looked down carefully and found that this was a handwritten Buddhist scripture.

Chen Feng doesn't know which scripture this is, but he can still see that this scripture has nothing to do with practice. The main purpose should be to calm himself down.

Chen Feng couldn't help but feel a trace of loss in his heart, but he immediately expelled the loss, laughed at himself, and said softly: "Chen Feng, when did you become like this?"

"This is a relic left by my mother, even if it has nothing to do with spiritual practice, what about it? It is still extremely precious!"

He lights the oil lamp.

The night is as cool as water, and a light is like a bean.

Ancient Buddha, blue lantern, young man.

Chen Feng read it slowly, his lips moved slightly, and he read softly.

Chen Feng’s heart is actually very tormented this day. His mood was joy at first, then loss and grievance, and later, it was full of anger~IndoMTL.com~ There was still a trace of anger. Panic.

The whole person's heart is like being thrown into a frying pan and fried up and down. It is very uncomfortable, and the mood is also very anxious.

But at this time, Chen Feng was bathed in this bean-sized blue light, feeling that the Buddha statue was watching him calmly, reading the Buddhist scriptures in his hand, almost in an instant, his whole person became quiet. , I feel at ease.

He actually sat cross-legged all night.

Early the next morning, the courtyard door was knocked suddenly.

Chen Feng opened the door, and there was a Tsing Yi servant standing outside, about 20 years old, with a pair of triangular eyes shining with shrewd light.

He squinted at Chengfeng, his eyes filled with disdain, and then he squatted heavily on the ground with a red-painted food box in his hand, and said impatiently: "Master ordered me to give you food!"

His attitude is very bad, and his face is full of reluctance.

Chen Feng took a deep look at him and picked up the red lacquered food box.