A Paragon of Wuhun Chapter 1883: Mother’s Relic

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The two came to the small courtyard, pushed the door open and entered the main room.

And Chen Feng soon discovered that the interior of this main room was extremely shabby.

The tables and chairs inside were very simple, and Chen Feng even saw a loom in the west wing.

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

Tong Bo hesitated for a moment, and then said in a low voice, "About the time when the young master was born, you, mother and son, were living in poverty and it was difficult to make ends meet."

"During that time, Madam has to make a living by weaving brocades for other nobles in the house. Otherwise, you two would have starved to death!"

"What? My mother, a noble lady, actually made a living by weaving for other women?" When Chen Feng heard this, the muscles on his face jumped violently, and a look of rage flashed across his face. , eyes become red!

"Don't you think Yun Potian will support you?" Chen Feng said angrily.

Tong Bo sighed and remained silent.

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

He took a deep breath, calmed down his mood, and walked around in several rooms in the yard.

Although this place is extremely simple, traces of my mother's life are everywhere.

Chen Feng looked at it with countless sorrows in his heart.

Although he can no longer remember his mother's appearance, Chen Feng can imagine how difficult his life was when he was young and his mother was dependent on each other here, and how painful it was for his mother!

In the main hall, there is an incense table.

On the incense table, there is a Buddha statue.

The Buddha statue is very crude and the carving is very simple, but with just a few strokes, it is lifelike. It is obvious that the carving is extremely skillful.

The Buddha statue sat there with a dull gaze, looking at Chen Feng as if he could understand everything in the world.

For no reason, Chen Feng felt much calmer.

He vaguely knew that this was a Buddha, but Chen Feng didn't know much about it at all, because he knew very little about it and had almost no contact with Buddhism before.

He once mistakenly entered the Xiaoleiyin Temple at the bottom of the lake and received some inheritance, but he had no knowledge similar to this.

After all, the entire Qin Kingdom, and even the entire Thirty-seven Dragon Slaying Kingdoms, seemed to have few things related to Buddha.

His understanding of this aspect is extremely lacking.

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

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

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

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

Chen Feng asked "What is this?"

Tong Bo said softly, "Chen Feng, this is a relic left by your mother to you. She told me clearly seventeen years ago that you can only give this thing to me after you are twenty years old. You."

"I didn't expect that it took me many years to wait, but now I can finally fulfill my wife's long-cherished wish."

Chen Feng took the wooden box with trembling hands.

Then, Uncle Tong spoke to Chen Feng again, then said goodbye and left!

Tong Bo had already reached the entrance of the courtyard. He suddenly turned back to look at Chen Feng and said softly, "Master, the only thing I can remind you is that this is not your real home!"

"Be careful about the people in your house!"

"Be careful about the people in the mansion?" Chen Feng's expression condensed and he asked, "Including the general?"

Tong Bo said softly, "Including everyone!"

After Tong Bo left, Chen Feng cleaned the courtyard.

He did not use the power of a warrior, but took a broom and a rag, like an ordinary citizen, and tidied up the place inside and out.

Because this is my mother’s former residence.

It was not until evening that the cleaning was completed, and Chen Feng was exhausted and sweating profusely.

There was a well in the courtyard, and the water in the well was cold. Chen Feng fetched a bucket of water and washed his body.

The ice water flowed through the solid muscles, and Chen Feng suddenly felt like he was in a dream. In this small courtyard, he seemed to have returned to a few years ago, when he was still the humble Qianyuan Sect boy.

The night was like water. In the main room, Chen Feng sat cross-legged. In front of him, there was a small wooden box.

Nothing surprising.

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

Chen Feng opened the wooden box and revealed the things inside. After seeing it, a look of astonishment suddenly appeared on Chen Feng's face, and then he reached out and took out the things inside.

It turned out that there was just a book in this wooden box.

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

The handwriting was very graceful and human-like. Chen Feng knew immediately that it must have been handwritten by his mother.

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

Chen Feng didn't know which scripture this was, but he could still tell that this scripture had nothing to do with practice. The main purpose should be to calm himself down.

Chen Feng couldn't help feeling a little disappointed in his heart, but he immediately drove it away, 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, so what? It is still extremely precious!"

He lit the oil lamp.

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

Ancient Buddha, green lantern, young man.

Chen Feng flipped through the pages slowly, his lips moved slightly, and he read softly.

Chen Feng was actually very tormented in his heart that day. His mood was joy at first, then loss and grievance, and then full of anger, mixed with a hint of fear and uneasiness.

My whole heart felt like it was being fried up and down in a frying pan ~IndoMTL.com~ I felt very uncomfortable and felt very anxious.

But at this time, Chen Feng was bathed in the green light as big as a bean, feeling the calm eyes of the Buddha staring at him, reading the Buddhist scriptures in his hands, and almost in an instant, his whole person became peaceful. , and my heart is at peace.

He actually sat cross-legged like this all night.

Early the next morning, there was a sudden knock on the courtyard door.

Chen Feng opened the door, and there was a servant in green standing outside. He was about twenty years old, with a shrewd light shining in his triangular eyes.

He glanced sideways at Chengfeng, his eyes full of disdain, then squatted down a red lacquered food box in his hand heavily on the ground, and said impatiently, "Master ordered me to deliver food to you!"

His attitude was very bad, with a look of reluctance on his face.

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

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