Back Off, Let Me Come

Qingshui Temple was built on the mountainside in the outskirts.

At first, it was just an abandoned nunnery hidden in the mountains and forests. Later, it was bought and renovated by Mrs. Cui, who used it to practice spiritual practice and adopt homeless women, children and abandoned babies. Some young people once thought that Qingshui Nunnery was a kind of nunnery that worshiped Buddha devoutly during the day and talked about romance with people at night. They regarded the bhikshuni in the nunnery as a nunnery who engaged in romance, and they actually went up the mountain in the middle of the night to harass them.

In order to allow his mother-in-law to practice with peace of mind, Cui Zhi sent someone to take care of her.

But he soon realized that he was wasting his time.

His mother-in-law, who eats fasting and chants Buddha's name, is very cruel.

The young man who tried to climb over the wall to belittle the bhikshuni was caught, tortured, crippled and thrown out of the nunnery. The traces of time sculpting on the facial features did not make her mother-in-law look kindly. She looked sideways at the people on the ground as if looking at a few lumps of breathing rotten flesh: "You should be lucky to meet the poor nun now. If it had been a decade or twenty years earlier, I would have You will be cut into pieces by five horses and thirty-six thousand pieces! 】

After several times, Tianqing County knew that there was a nunnery where Rakshasa was in charge. Desperate women nearby came to seek refuge, and their husbands' and maiden's families also considered whether they could offend them. No fool dared to disturb the bhikshunis. Qingxiu.

Qingshui-an hardly entertains male customers.

The reason why I say almost is because when Cui Mi and Cui Xiong were young, they would stay for a few days when they visited their grandmother. However, when they grew to be teenagers, they stopped going there. Every time they came, they would meet their grandmother at the small house at the foot of the mountain to spend time together as a family.

Even Cui Zhi, the son-in-law, only went up the mountain three times, and each time he waited at the pilgrim tea house one mile outside Qingshui Temple. It was the fourth time he set foot on the road up the mountain. The man who couldn't lose his composure even if the sky and the earth collapsed, now lost his strength.

The footprints on the mountain road are messy, and all you can see are dead branches and leaves.

Continue walking up the mountain road.

The only way to pass was cut off, and simple horse-proofing stakes blocked the way.

Cui Zhi keenly noticed that there were bows and arrows aimed at his vitals secretly. He raised his hand and ordered his followers to stop: "Cui family Cui Zhishan, please come out and see us. We have no ill intentions. This trip is to pick up the female relatives of Qingxiu from the mountain." Return home, please be accommodating.”

Hearing the word "Cui", there was a commotion in the distance.

Not long after, more than a dozen heads emerged from the ground, behind trees, and beside rocks. They carefully observed to make sure that Cui Zhi had not overstepped his authority to attack, and then sent the chief officer out to negotiate with Cui Zhi. The manager looked at Cui Zhi hesitantly and asked, "Are you... uncle?"

Coincidentally, the person in charge was Cui Zhi's brother-in-law's house manager.

Because Cui Zhi rarely showed up, the steward only saw him a few times.

Not sure, please check carefully.

Cui Zhi reluctantly breathed a sigh of relief.

Since the brother-in-law is guarding this place, the mother-in-law on the mountain should be fine. The steward also put his hanging heart back to its original place, looked back and called others to move the horse-rejecting stakes away. Cui Zhi asked half of his entourage to stay in place to help defend, while the rest went up the mountain.

On the way, I asked the steward about the situation.

Mainly he was scolding his brother-in-law.

Didn't he long ago tell him to act according to the situation and take his family members to him or the Cui family mansion if something goes wrong? No matter how rough the waves are outside, I can always protect them. Cui Zhi rarely speaks harshly to outsiders, let alone his own family.

It can be seen that he is really angry this time!

The steward couldn't help but feel sorry for his parents.

It’s not that I don’t want to leave, it’s just that I really can’t leave.

The government sent people to guard the main roads, and no one could leave. Parents had no choice but to take the government's route. However, before the results came out, the newly admitted woman in the nunnery suddenly fell ill. They carried the disease and infected several more people. In just two days, more than a dozen people fell down, and the remaining bhikkhunis were also panicked.

The onset of disease is just a matter of time.

If they were ignored now, they would die.

"How come so many people are infected with the plague?"

The steward lowered his voice: "The situation at the beginning of the year was not good. Many families could not afford to eat one meal a day. The host of the nunnery had people give alms for two months. After that, the nunnery ran out of food and had to stop. However, the common people threw away all the burdens at home. ”

There were many people in the nunnery, and the plague sneaked in at that time.

With the host's temperament, it is impossible to leave these people alone.

Although there were many people infected with the plague, the nunnery had a lot of medicinal herbs in stock and could barely hold on. As soon as the situation improved, another cultist riot broke out at the foot of the mountain, burning, killing and looting everywhere. The steward said with lingering fear: "I heard that the government was also smashed by them."

Cui Zhi asked about his brother-in-law's family again.

"The mistress and all the gentlemen and ladies were sent to a safe place together. The parents were worried about the old lady, so they led people back to guard the nunnery..." The tired and old voice of the steward was slightly choked, and Cui Zhi thought of the mountain. The arrangement under his feet made him tighten the reins involuntarily, and an ominous premonition haunted his mind like a ghost.

"How's the host going?"

"Died four days ago."

The news hit him like a bolt from the blue.

There was a constant ringing in his ears, and he almost didn't hear the steward say that Cui Hui rushed to see the host for the last time. While he was talking, the bleak Qingshui Temple appeared in his sight, and the side hall was decorated into a simple mourning hall. Cui Zhi staggered and almost tripped over the threshold, holding on to the door frame before he could stand firm. Cui Hui didn't expect to see someone he shouldn't be here, and surprise appeared in his numb eyes.

"Kewu..."

His lips moved and he uttered two words.

Cui Hui wore hemp and mourning to guard the funeral of his biological mother.

She has calmed down a lot in the past few days, and she didn't even stop Cui Zhi from kneeling beside her: "Why did you come here?"

"I received news that Tianqing County is under siege, and I'm worried about you and my mother... Why did my mother pass away? Is it because of the epidemic?" Cui Zhi couldn't help but ask about the cause of his mother-in-law's death. He just asked the steward, but the other person was also vague, so Cui Zhi could only ask Cui Hui.

He imagined many possibilities.

Maybe he died of illness, maybe his time has come...

"My mother was killed by a gangster."

Cui Zhi looked over suddenly.

"Where is the villain?"

Cui Hui's numb eyes welled up with crystal clear tears: "The thugs heard that the nunnery had given alms and meals for two months and housed many refugees, so they thought that there was surplus food in the nunnery, and there were also gangsters who fished in troubled waters and targeted the female relatives taken in the nunnery and brought people to loot it. ”

As the host, the mother will naturally not sit back and watch.

The people in Souguang Temple only got a little food, and they suddenly became angry and wanted to kill people to vent their anger. His mother intervened to stop him, but the bandit leader was surprised that this old nun actually had good skills and could not kill the opponent after several rounds. In addition, there were people around him who had received a meal from Qingshui An, and he was worried that a mass killing would arouse public anger, so he thought of it. A compromise: [I have never read a book and don’t know a few big characters, but I have heard you bald donkeys talk about how Buddha cut meat to feed eagles... Hehehehe, why not do this, if you commit suicide here, I will Let everyone here go...]

The host will naturally not agree.

There was a conflict between the two parties, and the abbot was injured while protecting his disciple.

When the disciples of the nunnery saw that the abbot was injured, they fought hard until the villagers down the mountain who had been cared for by the nunnery came to help. These gangsters were originally a mob, relying on their numbers to dominate, so they retreated when they saw this posture.

The host was seriously injured and waited for Cui Hui for two days.

He hurriedly gave his last words and left.

Before he died, he did not forget to comfort his daughter, saying that he was mourning: "... two generations of your ancestors have been doing the work of robbing families and houses, and my mother has been stained with blood that she shouldn't have. This life should have been stained long ago." God accepts it... If you can live to this age, your children and grandchildren can enjoy the happiness of family... Hehehe, it is because God has no eyesight...]

Bandits are bandits.

There is no such thing as justice or injustice.

She grew up in a bandit village, how can she know what is good and what is bad?

When she was young, she followed her father and killed many people. Some of these people were not innocent, but some were innocent. She didn't think much of it at the time, but when Jin Pen washed her hands, she got married and had children, and those seemingly ordinary scenes turned into nightmares that haunted her in her midnight dreams. On the one hand, I am lucky that I will be an exception, but on the other hand, I am worried that there will be retribution in the future. The days flew by until her daughter grew up and she almost forgot her fear. The bandits' stronghold was burned to the ground, and her children were displaced with her.

It's retribution.

People like her don't deserve to die well.

When she hated Cui Xiao for deceiving and killing the whole village, wasn't she trying to evade her responsibility? Could it be that the daughter's misfortune and the death of her uncle and aunt in the village were retribution for the killings in the past? She should die to apologize, but she couldn't let go of her children.

Seeing her children getting married and grandchildren being born one by one, the long-lost fear once again invaded her every nightmare. She works hard to eat fast, chant Buddha's name, and do good deeds. She just hopes to offset even a little bit of her sins so that future generations can live a smooth and peaceful life. Seeing my daughter and son-in-law divorced, and my daughter wandering alone, I felt even more regretful.

She couldn't get rid of this thought.

It was the evil retribution she committed back then that made her descendants miserable.

Cui Hui didn't expect that his mother's depression was so deep and she had not let go of it for so many years. No, at least he was relieved before his death.

Although there were casualties in the nunnery, she managed to save most of it through her desperate efforts. The medicinal materials Cui Hui brought could save more lives, which would more or less allow her to forgive her blood debt. Cui Hui also whispered in his mother's ear over and over again: "That's enough, these are definitely enough to cleanse our family of their sins." If it's not enough, my daughter will save enough in the rest of her life... If my daughter's generation is not enough, we will still have grandchildren, and we will have great-grandchildren in the future... Children and grandchildren can always pay it back. 】

Cui Hui just said this because he wanted his mother to leave with peace of mind.

"Zhishan, with this batch of medicinal materials, you..."

"Keep it, why did mother say this before she died?"

Cui Hui pursed his lips tightly.

It was not a trivial matter for her to remove the medicinal materials, and it was normal for Cui Zhi to argue with her, but now he said nothing, which made her at a loss what to do. Cui Zhi ordered people to bring in the written slips and the son-in-law's mourning clothes: "Besides these, did your mother have any other instructions before she died?"

Cui Huidao: "There are also some instructions."

Nothing more than some blessings of peace and quiet.

Almost everyone was taken care of.

Including her father.

After keeping vigil for a whole day, Cui Hui asked Cui Zhi to eat something. The couple sat outside the side hall door and looked at each other in silence. Cui Hui had many words brewing in his mind, and in the end he only had two dry sentences left: "The war is urgent, how can you, as the leader of the country and an important minister, stay outside? Just leave some people behind, I will keep an eye on you here... I have been delayed for a long time, It's not good for you or Cui..."

Cui Zhi burned the copied scriptures one by one.

"If it's not good, then it's okay."

These words made Cui Hui suspect that the man next to him was fake.

She never dreamed that these would be words spoken by Cui Zhi himself.

Cui Zhi seemed unable to see the shock on her face: "When I heard the news, I was worried that something bad might happen to you. If the medicinal materials are gone, they will be gone. If we have a big business, we can still raise money... If you are gone, I will still Can I ask my father-in-law and mother-in-law for another one?”

Cui Hui's eyes looked like he had seen a ghost: "Cui Zhishan?"

Isn't it someone who pretended to lie to her?

Cui Zhi looked at the scrolls and scriptures burning quietly in the charcoal basin, seeming to be murmuring, and seemed to be saying to Cui Hui: "That's it."

"What's that?" Cui Hui was puzzled.

Cui Zhi did not explain to her.

The next day, Cui Zhi had no intention of leaving.

From time to time, there were thugs at the bottom of the mountain who wanted to get close, but they were repelled by the private troops brought by Cui Zhi, and the mountain gained long-lost peace.

On the morning of the third day, more than two thousand people gathered at the foot of the mountain.

And there are more and more trends.

When I inquired about the news, I found out that it was the Eternal Life Cultists who invaded Tianqing County together with the outside world. The plague in Tianqing County spread to a large number of immortal believers. These people also heard that a large amount of medicinal herbs had been sent to the mountain a few days ago, so they sent people over to borrow the medicinal materials. Cui Zhi couldn't help but sneer.

"Borrowing? What kind of borrowing is this?"

Cui Hui brought the medicinal materials here with the intention of rushing to Tianqing County to help control the plague. It would be fine if the medicinal materials could be used on ordinary people, as he was afraid that these cultists would take them for themselves. She looked at Cui Zhi, who was full of anger, and persuaded: "There are not many people on the mountain who can be beaten. They have a large number of people. If they anger people, I'm afraid..."

If you can negotiate, try your best to negotiate.

Cui Zhi looked at his entourage: "What did they say?"

These cultists were quite polite and sent people over to negotiate. Cui Zhi suppressed his anger and decided to meet him before talking.

"Let them disarm and go up the mountain."

People who go up the mountain cannot be brave and brave.

It makes no sense whether the weapons of a brave warrior are surrendered or not.

Within half an hour, the cultist messenger was invited up the mountain.

“You are a guest who has come from afar.”

Cui Zhi was sitting at a tea shop outside Qingshui Temple to meet guests. The person who came here was also a literary scholar, but his appearance was not that of a treacherous person. At a glance, he could be classified as an "honest person with good looks". His aura was calm and upright, and he could not produce any disgust. He doesn't look like a fool, so how could he believe in the Eternal Life Cult? Cui Zhi raised his hand and motioned for the other party to sit down.

"A cup of thin tea, sir, please don't dislike it."

The scribe sat down.

It started with a simple greeting: "Don't you know your surname?"

"Cui."

The scribe said: "What a coincidence, my surname is also Cui."

Cui Zhi secretly twitched the corner of his mouth, thinking that the other party was just trying to win over people: "Not much to say, Cui does have a batch of medicinal materials in his hand. After discussing with his wife, he is going to use them to treat the plague in the country. If you want the medicinal materials, you will not agree, but if If a patient needs medicine, you can send him or her, and Cui will treat everyone equally!"

It’s okay to treat illnesses, but you don’t need to borrow medicinal materials.

Who knows what these people did with their things.

The scribe did not expect Cui Zhi to be so easy to talk to, and his attitude was a bit soft: "Cui Jun is kind and righteous, I would like to thank everyone in the army."

As he spoke, his eyes fell on Cui Zhi's filial piety clothes.

"Is there something wrong at home?"

"My mother-in-law is newly deceased."

The scribe sighed: "I'm sorry, I don't know where Yue Ling is. If it's convenient, I can go burn incense and express my feelings."

Cui Zhi had no objection.

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Who swallowed my manuscript?