Journey to the West: Tang Monk's Road

Tang An came all the way to Hongzhou, and after asking around, he found this inn of Wanhuadian.

In the early morning, only half of the cheeks were slightly exposed, looming, and the air was still damp after the rain and dew last night, and the crowds on the street were sporadically visible.

8 When Tang An stepped into the inn, the waiter Liu was still yawning and carelessly wiping the tables and chairs.When he saw the guests stepping in with sleepy eyes, he was startled, and quickly cheered up, with a professional smile, "Master, do you want to be a top-notch or stay in the hotel?"

"Sorry, I'm here to find someone." The dusty Tang An showed a slight smile.

Hearing that he didn't stay in the store and didn't play the top, Liu Xiaoer was not interested in it for a moment.However, although this monk's clothes are dusty and his face is tired, he can't hide his handsome appearance.

Reaching out without smiling, Liu Xiaoer lazily replied, "Master, please ask, there is no one in this Wanhua shop that I, Liu Xiaoer, don't know."

With a smile on his lips and a hint of gratitude in his eyes, Tang An asked, "There was once a Jiangzhou guest official with a one-year-old mother in your shop, benefactor, do you still remember it?"

Raising his eyebrows, Liu Xiaoer didn't think about it, "Of course, how can I forget, she was indeed in my store back then, and his son even said he would come back to pick her up, and left a deposit. But he didn't come back after a year. I feel sorry for her lonely old man, Stayed for a few days."

Speaking of this, he seemed to pause for a moment, and then continued, "I am a small business. I took her in for three or four years and did not give me rent. The business was not good. Later, the old lady felt sorry and left the shop. As for where he went, I just vaguely heard that he is now in a Powa kiln, relying on begging for a living."

Liu Xiaoer also looked a little embarrassed, and suddenly changed the subject, "You monk, why are you asking these things, could it be her family?"

Nodding his head, Tang An didn't care whether Liu Xiaoer's words were true or not.Just thank you again, "Thank Xiaoer's family for taking her in. I am her unfilial grandson, and I will pay back all the silver owed by her old man first. When the little monk receives her, I will continue to thank her again."

As soon as the words were finished, Tang An took out some broken silver from his luggage, which were all encumbered by Yin Wenjiao.

Liu Xiaoer's expression was also more sincere, with a smile in his eyes, and he didn't refuse, he just said, "Master, you can go anyway, I heard that the old man is at the south gate, you can go there and look for it. This will prepare the upper room for you, waiting for the return of the master."

Tang An put his palms together again and said "Amitabha".So he left and came to Wayao at the South Gate, and asked around, "May I ask if the old benefactor can see an old man in his sixties, about fourteen or five years ago..."

The old man who was being questioned in front of him just nodded, with a hunched back and a hoarse voice, "Is that the household the master is talking about?" He pointed to a more broken tile kiln.

Looking in the direction of the old man, a staggering old man slowly appeared in his eyes, groped out tremblingly, and shouted, "Is my son back? It sounds like my son..."

Seeing this scene, Tang An couldn't help but feel sad.A few steps forward, he supported the old man in front of him, "Grandma, I'm not Chen Guangrui, I'm your grandson." The old man was at a loss for a while, his withered hands aimless, as if he wanted to touch Tang An's face.This action made Tang An startled again. Looking at the emptiness in the old man's eyes, there was something he didn't know.

He bent slightly, put his face on the old man's hand, and let her touch it.

"Why don't your parents come?" The old man asked in a trembling voice, as if he hadn't lost his mind yet.There was also a kind of disappointment and sadness in the voice, "Could it be that you despise my old woman."

Tang An's face was gentle, and he held the old man's hand tightly, "No, mother-in-law. Father, mother, and the others also want to come, just."

The old man's heart panicked for no reason in the silence, "It's just what, just what?"

"It's just that my father was killed by a thief, and my mother was imprisoned by a thief, so I couldn't come to you to worship." Tang An struggled to say these words. He knew that these words were too cruel for an old lady who was thinking about her son, but How can it be avoided?

"What?" The sky was dark and the old man couldn't bear the blow for a while, and passed out.

Tang An caught the old man in time and carried her away from this poor and miserable place.

Tang An has been watching the old man lying peacefully on the bed with a gentle expression, this is the epitome of all women in this era.It's not that she doesn't hate or doesn't want to. The son you raised by yourself may go away by yourself because of wealth.

But she was still concerned about their safety. When she heard the bad news, the old man who was suffering from hunger, poverty, and disease suddenly couldn't bear it anymore.

Tang An, who was an orphan, couldn't understand this kind of feeling. He envied and respected this kind of feeling.

The doctor in the medical center took the pulse carefully, and then covered him with the opened quilt.Turning around, he said to Tang An who had been waiting, "The patient has suffered from hunger and cold, and he is getting old. He is already terminally ill. He has been working hard with faith to survive until now.

Now the palpitations are just the introduction of all the symptoms.However, after prescribing a few medicines with me, there is still a way to survive for a few years.”

Tang An thanked the doctor, and pondered for a moment, "Then doctor, can her eyes be healed?"

"Forgive me for being helpless, it has been a long time, and the best time for healing has passed."

Sending the doctor away with a heavy heart, Tang An looked at the old man in front of him complicatedly.If I read the classics well, can I take good care of the old man in front of me, and at least save her from starvation.

After thinking about it, he walked to a washbasin placed on it.Take out a white handkerchief, wash and wring dry carefully.Wipe the eyes, face, and fingers of the elderly in a little bit.Seriously, meticulous.It seemed that he didn't know the dirt and smell on the old man in front of him.

"En..." Hearing the old man's voice, Tang An stopped and asked softly, "Grandma, what's the matter?"

"I, where is this, my son?" Tang An, who was sitting next to her, only heard the old man's scream, and was grabbed tightly by a pair of painful hands, "My son, my son, are you here to pick me up?"

Tang An probably guessed that the old man hadn't woken up in a dream. He didn't know where he was, and replied patiently, "Mother-in-law, it's me, your grandson, and I brought you to the inn."

Only then did the old man regain his composure. Although he was very similar to his son, he was even more handsome, and the bald head on his head was as beautiful as a crown jade. He murmured, "Yes, you are my son. Grandson."

His eyes naturally lowered to look at his withered and yellow hands, and so on.This is, the old man instantly rejoiced, "I, can I see it?"

Hearing this, Tang An was also taken aback. Looking carefully, the old man's eyes seemed to be filled with living water, giving them vitality.My heart is even more joyful, what's going on?

But thinking about it again, this is a fantasy place of Journey to the West, and nothing can be seen with common sense.Tang An also laughed, "Yes, you can see it. Probably God took pity on our mother-in-law and grandson and let you recover your sight."

Only then did the old man wake up from the ecstasy, put his hands together and said, "Thank you Bodhisattva for saving the suffering.".After praying three times, he touched Tang An's cheek with trembling hands, "Good grandson, good grandson, exactly the same as mine."

The two were excited for a long time before the old man slowly vomited out the doubts in his heart, "How do you know I'm here?"

Tang Jing said quietly, "It was my mother who asked me to look for you... and told me to report to the officials in the capital, and gave me a letter and a incense ring." After receiving the incense ring, the old man couldn't help but shed tears in his eyes." I just thought that my son disliked my old woman because of his bright future, and waited all day, crying and blinded his eyes. Who would have thought that he would actually..."

She couldn't cry, and she couldn't speak anymore.Tang An thoughtfully took over, "Mother-in-law, and grandson, grandson is looking for you,"

There were still tears in the old man's eyes, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Good grandson, good grandson, mother-in-law knows your filial piety." In an instant, his eyes were full of resentment, it was the hatred for the murderer of his son "Grandson, You go to Beijing quickly, don't delay the important matter. Make that thief come to justice as soon as possible."

Tang An looked at the grim-looking old man, nodded obediently, "Grandson is leaving now," and then took out the silver tael in the bag, "These expenses are all handed over to my mother-in-law, and I will come back to pick you up in a month or so."

The old man watched him go away with a smile and did not leave for a long time.

Tang An kept feeling the hot eyes behind him, and sighed slightly in his heart.Take a deep breath.On the way to Beijing again.

Find Prime Minister Yin's house in Yin Kaishan in the east of the city, knock on the door lock, and tell the doorman that a relative is visiting.After waiting for a while, he was invited into the hall.

I saw a majestic man and a gentle wife sitting in the hall, it was the prime minister and his wife.

The prime minister asked, "Little monk, I am not related to you." Although he felt that the monk was familiar, he didn't go into it.It turned out that the prime minister's wife was careful, seeing that her eyebrows and eyes vaguely carried the shadow of her son-in-law who hadn't heard from her.

Tang An didn't say any nonsense, and took out the family letter directly.He said, "I am the son of Chen Guangrui and Yin Wenjiao."

The prime minister was shocked at first, took a look at the letter, stared and gnashed his teeth, and slammed down the table and chair beside him, "You bastard, you are too deceitful." The lady next to her was impatient for a moment, and her thoughts were closer, she took the letter and read it.Weeping and falling on the table and chair, facing down, "My poor son..."

Yin Kaishan was furious and coaxed his wife, "Madam, don't cry, I will ask the emperor to send troops to arrest this thief."

Only then did he coax his wife, the prime minister and his wife were pulling Tang An carefully, their eyes were full of relief and joy, "Have you grown up?" After that, he said nothing.

The next day, when the court was up, the prime minister reported the matter to the emperor.The emperor was furious, so he sent [-] troops to the imperial forest army, and ordered the prime minister to go immediately to arrest the thief who had murdered him and replaced the official hat.

Liu Hong and his gang were kidnapped and sent to the execution ground, and the prime minister went straight to the Yamen.

"Daughter, dad is here to save you, you have suffered." Yin Kaishan sighed towards the center of the room, but the young lady Yin Wenjiao stayed behind closed doors. She was ashamed and angry, how could she see her biological parents with such a dirty body? .

Seeing that the door had not been opened for a long time, Tang An felt a bad premonition.Women of this era, I'm afraid.In desperation, he rushed in through the door, only to see Yin Wenjiao who was about to hang herself.

Everyone went to rescue him, and the prime minister resented, "How can you be so overwhelmed?"

Yin Wenjiao burst into tears and cried, "My daughter has no words to see her father, and my husband was killed by a thief, but I have lived by the thief's side for decades. I only hope that I can meet my son again, so that my husband can appeal for his grievances. Now everything is in vain. It has been realized, and I will follow my husband, so that my father and my son will not be implicated by my uncleanness."

The prime minister persuaded again and again.Tang An watched this scene from the side, and only then did he know why Tang Seng's mother hadn't killed Liu Hong for 18 years.

As a woman of this era, even if Yin Wenjiao is the daughter of the prime minister's family, she is still bound by the era.She resented the thief who killed her husband but was powerless to resist, and she couldn't look at it from a modern perspective.Her only mediocre mission is to hope that one day, she can see her son and take revenge, even though she knows it is very small.

A silly woman, but a good mother, concealing her inner feelings and envy.Tang An stepped forward and held the pitiful woman, "Mother, the son just found out that he has parents. If he loses his father, is he going to lose his mother again?"

Yin Wenjiao lay on Tang An's shoulder, weeping bitterly, her voice was like a cuckoo weeping blood.

The author has something to say: In the original book, Tang Seng’s mother-in-law’s eyes were licked by him (.???) ノ black line,

Although it is a fantasy text, Tang Seng at that time did not have mana~

I guess I want to say that filial piety is moving, but I always feel that it is unscientific~

So here is the change (.??)ノ

I feel sorry for my mother-in-law

In the original book, Tang Seng’s father is Chen Guangrui, but when I checked the information and someone analyzed this passage, it was said that Tang Seng was actually Liu Hong’s son.There are still many textual researches, such as Yin Wenjiao did not kill Liu Hong for 18 years, and committed suicide after Chen Guangrui was resurrected.

_〆(?Д｀)But I think this should be the bondage that women of that era actually brought

So some places were changed by me.

, Meme (づ￣3￣)づ But I still want to tell everyone the original work, for fear of misunderstanding