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Chapter 190 Reunion
As the crisp sound of high heels tapping on the granite floor gradually approaches.
The little boy named Rocky was like a runaway pony. He suddenly broke free from Huineng's strong hands and ran behind Huineng.
His little feet skipped on the cobblestones, and every step was accompanied by his eager cries: "Mama! Mama!"
That voice was full of childish innocence and contained endless attachment to the mother.
When Huineng saw this, a warm feeling surged in his heart.
He quickly turned around, ready to give a few words of warning to the mother who had reunited with her child. After all, there were so many people in the temple, and there was a high risk of the child getting lost.
The little boy Rocky finally rushed to his mother. He jumped up and hugged his mother's legs tightly.
The little face rubbed against the mother's plain floral dress, full of joy and peace of mind.
"Great, I found my mother!" he shouted excitedly. His voice was clear and pleasant, like the singing of birds in spring, which made people happy.
Huineng looked up at the mother, and their eyes met at that moment, and Huineng felt as if he had been electrocuted.
I whispered in my heart: "This woman gives me an indescribable special feeling."
At this moment, the woman's expression changed drastically, her eyes turned red and her nostrils expanded.
It was an indescribable tacit understanding and resonance, as if the gears of fate had meshed together precisely again at this moment, closely linking the destinies of the two people.
Rocky's mother walked slowly towards them, her steps trembling a little.
The plain floral dress sways gently in the breeze, like a flower blooming in spring, gentle and charming.
There were tears in her eyes, a mixture of excitement and joy, as well as the emotion of reunion after a long separation.
Huineng looked at the woman and felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
Her face is like a fairy walking out of a painting, with willow-shaped eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, a cherry mouth, skin as white as snow, and legs as beautiful as jade, which makes people fall in love with her.
However, he could not remember where he had seen her.
"Excuse me, are you..."
Huineng asked politely, but was interrupted by a sudden force before he could finish his words.
Rocky's mother suddenly stepped forward and instantly sealed his mouth with her flaming red lips.
The world around them seemed to stop at this moment, all sounds disappeared without a trace, leaving only the rapid and passionate breathing between the two.
The monks and pilgrims around looked at each other, some were embarrassed, while others swallowed their saliva unconsciously, and the atmosphere became extremely subtle.
Huineng tried to struggle, but Rocky's mother held him down tightly and did not allow him to speak.
Her kiss came like a violent storm, leaving Huineng almost breathless.
"Female donor... please be more respectful..." he called out unclearly, but his voice was quickly drowned out by the passionate kiss.
At this moment, Huineng's heart was full of confusion.
He couldn't understand the woman's behavior, nor could he resist her sudden enthusiasm.
In the midst of this chaos and embarrassment, a Buddhist chant suddenly rang out. The voice was young and gentle, making people feel like they were in a spring breeze.
"Amitabha! Female donor, if you have anything to say, please tell me slowly.
If this continues, my fellow apprentice Huineng will probably suffocate."
At this time, Huijing was attracted by the huge noise. He spoke out to stop the farce, but the woman completely ignored him.
The little boy Rocky’s clear and innocent eyes were filled with confusion and fear. He clutched the corner of his clothes tightly, and his little body trembled slightly.
He really couldn't understand in his little head why his mother would bite the bald uncle's mouth for no reason.
The woman had been chewing on it for quite a while but still refused to let go.
After being bitten for a long time, Huineng, with a confused look on his face, finally realized that he could push her away with his hands.
"Female donor... please respect yourself..."
However, after being pushed away by Huineng, the woman refused to give in and pounced on him again, wanting to continue biting him.
Huineng's lips were almost swollen and shiny from being bitten. At this moment, he pressed hard against the woman with both hands, his face full of fear.
"Madam, can we talk it out?
Don't start eating right away!
I really can’t take it anymore!”
The woman was supported by Huineng's hands. She wanted to rush forward but couldn't. Her emotions suddenly collapsed and tears rolled down like beads from a broken string.
She shouted at the top of her lungs: "Luo Hao! Luo Hao!
How could you forget me?
I am your wife!
I am Zhang Siya, your Zhang Siya!"
This cry was like a bolt from the blue, making Huineng's already confused thoughts even worse.
He stared blankly at the woman in front of him who was crying bitterly, with indescribable emotions surging in his heart.
"Luo Hao, Zhang Siya...
These two names sound familiar?
I think I've heard it somewhere before?"
Huineng's expression began to become complicated, his eyes were full of confusion and struggle, as if he was trying to dig something out from the depths of his memory.
"Luo Hao... Zhang Siya..."
He muttered to himself, and the pain in his head grew worse with each repetition.
Finally, those dusty memories came flooding back like a tide, impacting his fragile nerves and causing him to cry out in pain.
Huineng held his head in his hands, his face distorted, as if he was experiencing an unprecedented spiritual storm.
"what--"
This cry of pain pierced through the clouds and the hearts of everyone present.
Huineng fell to the ground in severe pain, curled up into a ball, and covered his head tightly, letting sweat and tears flow down.
At that moment, he seemed no longer to be the compassionate monk, but a poor man who was deeply tortured by his past.
Tourists watching nearby and people who came up the mountain to pray and fulfill their vows gathered together. The crowd was mainly composed of elderly people. Some of them were leaning on crutches, while others were holding incense sticks, their faces full of curiosity and concern.
[This is indeed a unique landscape in China! Among the large number of people who travel, the elderly always make up the majority. They have plenty of time and enthusiasm to explore the world. In contrast, the younger generation is often unable to get away due to busy work. Of course, working within the system may give them more leisure time. ]
As soon as the uncles and aunts gathered together, they immediately turned on their "gossip radars", and the scene instantly turned into a real "melon-eating scene".
“Look at this boy, he must be a playboy, playing with the girl’s feelings.
Now the retribution has come, the child has come to his door, and he still wants to pretend to be crazy and stupid to get away with it?
It's really shameful!" An old lady was so angry that she spat at Huineng, who was curled up on the ground, to express her dissatisfaction and anger.
Huijing, who was standing aside and observing silently, is also thirteen years old this year. Although he has grown much taller than before, the innocence and tenderness are still on his face.
The aunt's actions made his eyes twitch and his heart was filled with ripples.
He began to wonder whether Brother Huineng really had an unknown side before coming to Bailin Temple, as these aunts said?
After all, he had never seen Brother Huineng's past life with his own eyes.
Afterwards, several more middle-aged women joined the discussion. They either shook their heads and sighed, or pointed and commented on Huineng who was lying on the ground.
"Auntie Wang is right. Nowadays, monks chant sutras during the day and go to KTVs and nightclubs at night. Their lives are more comfortable than ours!
The world is really going downhill! "