Chapter 1883

Chapter 1883 mother's relics

They came to the courtyard and pushed the door into the main room.

And Chen Feng soon found that this house was also extremely simple.

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

"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 not long after the young master was just born, your mother and son were poor and unsustainable."

"At that time, madam had to weave brocade for a living for other dignitaries in the house. Otherwise, you two would have starved to death!"

"What? My mother's elegant wife, unexpectedly weaves cloth for other women for a living?" When Chen Feng heard this sentence, the muscles on his face suddenly beat violently, flashed a flash of anger, and his eyes became red!

"Doesn't cloud Shatian provide for it?" Chen Feng angrily said.

Tong Bo sighed and remained silent.

He didn't have to say anything, and Chen Feng could guess.

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

Although it is extremely simple here, traces of mother's life have been left everywhere.

Chen Feng looked at it, adding countless sorrows to his heart.

Although I can't remember clearly, I can't remember my mother's appearance at all, what Chen Feng can imagine is how difficult it is for me and my mother to live here as a child, and how painful it is for my mother!

In the main hall, there is a incense table.

On the incense table is a statue of Buddha.

The statues of Buddha are very simple, and the carving is also very simple, but only a few strokes, but they are lifelike. Obviously, the carving is extremely exquisite.

The Buddha sat there, his eyes bland, looking at Chen Feng, as if he could penetrate everything in the world.

For no reason, Chen Feng's mood was calmer.

He vaguely knew that this was a Buddha, but more importantly, Chen Feng didn't know it at all, because he knew very little and had hardly been in contact with Buddhism before,

He once entered the xiaoleiyin temple at the bottom of the lake by mistake and got some inheritance, but he didn't have similar knowledge in this regard.

After all, the whole state of Qin, even the 37 states of Tulong, seems to have little to do with Buddhism.

His understanding of this aspect is extremely deficient.

There is a green lamp in front of the Buddha, and a futon woven of thatch in front of the green lamp, which is so simple.

Then, Tong Bo moved the futon away and tapped it gently on the ground, seven short and six long, very rhythmic.

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

The wooden box is also extremely simple. It is made of the most common elm. It is not inlaid with gold or jade, nor does it exude a strong momentum.

Chen Feng asked, "is this?"

Tong Bo said softly, "Chen Feng, this is your mother's legacy. She told me clearly seventeen years ago that she can't give it to you until you are over twenty."

"I didn't expect it. It's been many years, but now I can finally fulfill my wife's long cherished wish."

Chen Feng took the wooden box with trembling hands.

Then, uncle Tong said something to Chen Feng again and left!

Tong Bo had already walked to the gate of the hospital. Suddenly, he looked back at Chen Feng and said softly, "master, the only thing I can remind you is that this is not your real home!"

"Be careful of the people in the mansion!"

"Be careful of the people in the mansion?" Chen Feng looked frozen and asked, "including the general?"

Tong Bo said softly, "including everyone!"

After Tong Bo left, Chen Feng cleaned the courtyard.

He didn't use the power of a warrior, but took a broom and a rag, like an ordinary people, and cleaned up inside and outside here.

Because this is where my mother once lived.

It was not until late afternoon that the cleaning was finished, and Chen Feng was also tired and sweating.

There was a well in the yard. The water was cold. Chen Feng pumped a bucket of water and washed his body.

The ice water flows through the solid muscles, and Chen Feng suddenly has a feeling of a dream. In this small courtyard, he seems to return to a few years ago, when he was still the remarkable boy of Qianyuan sect.

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

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 immediately showed a look of surprise on his face, and then stretched out his hand to take out the contents.

It turned out that there was only a book in the wooden box.

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

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

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

Chen Feng didn't know which Scripture it was, but he could still see that it had nothing to do with practice. The main purpose should be to calm down and concentrate.

Chen Feng couldn't help feeling a little lost in his heart, but he immediately expelled the loss, laughed at himself, and whispered, "Chen Feng, when did you become like this?"

"This is a relic left by my mother. Even if it has nothing to do with practice, how about it? It's still extremely precious!"

He lit the oil lamp.

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

Ancient Buddha, green lantern, youth.

Chen Feng read slowly. His lips moved slightly and he read softly.

On this day, Chen Feng was actually suffering in his heart. At first, his mood was joy, then loss and injustice, and then full of anger, mixed with a trace of panic.

The whole heart is like being thrown up and down in an oil pan, very uncomfortable, and the mood is also very anxious.

But at this time, Chen Feng was bathed in the green light as big as beans. He felt the calm eyes of the Buddha looking at him and reading the Buddhist scriptures in his hand. Almost in an instant, his whole person became quiet and his heart was safe.

He sat cross legged all night.

Early the next morning, the gate of the courtyard was suddenly knocked.

Chen Feng opened the door, and outside stood a servant in blue, about 20 years old, with a pair of triangular eyes flashing with smart light.

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

His attitude was very bad, and his face was unwilling.

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