Thanks for the invitation: In ancient times, people shared children

"No, no," the nun hurriedly shook her head after hearing her say this. "Don't worry, benefactor. It's just that matters like this should be explained in detail to the donor's family. If the donor leaves, it will...it won't be good at all."

She seemed guilty, stammering, her eyes wandering, and it was obvious that she had some suspicions about the child, so she was trying to prevent her from running away. She was afraid that something might go wrong, and the family of the deceased would make a fuss, which would then bring trouble to their own temple.

But it’s hard to say it directly, so I beat around the bush…

The child hated such troubles the most, but he also knew that it would be really troublesome if he just left. Since she didn't allow him to leave, the child was no longer anxious.

He simply said, "I have a friend waiting for me outside the temple. It's fine for me to go with you, but I'd like you to ask someone to tell her to go back first. I'll go back to her after I've finished my business here."

"This is easy to handle..."

The nun agreed without hesitation.

Suddenly, someone at the other end of the hall cried out in surprise: "Ah! A dead person, a dead person!"

This sound frightened the nun so much that her face turned pale.

It turned out that when the children were staying here, two children who were chasing and playing with each other accidentally knocked the old lady down.

The two children stopped dead in their tracks and turned to call their parents.

"We knocked Grandma over."

"We didn't mean it."

So even if you don’t mean to, you have to help him up first!

My parents cursed inwardly, forced a smile, stepped forward apologetically, and then...

My mother was startled and exclaimed that it was a dead person.

Dad fell flat on his face, clutching his head and screaming in agony, "Ah! You bastards! I told you to run, and now you've killed someone! Oh, my goodness! This is killing me!"

When the two children heard this, they felt like the sky had fallen and burst into tears.

His knees went weak and he knelt on the ground, kowtowed: "Grandma, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, we didn't mean to do that, please don't take our lives!"

The mother who screamed first looked at the three of them blankly, as if she was looking at some ridiculous ghost thing.

When the child and the nun squeezed into the crowd, the cause of the old lady's death had already become: the unfilial grandson hit his grandmother to death, and the filial son was in great pain and in a dilemma.

Some people even blamed the woman: "After all, she was my mother-in-law, not my biological mother. She didn't even shed a tear when she died. She must have been unfilial in her daily life."

The person who said this was not young, was dressed in rags, was thin, and had a miserable look on his face. Perhaps he felt a little bit of the same feeling?

Anyway, all the facial features were showing strong disgust.

The woman was also very fierce. She had no reaction to anything else, but when she heard this, she exploded. She let out a roar, put her hands on her hips and cursed: "I'm filial to you, you old coffin-filled bastard. You just open your mouth and start talking without even asking if I know this person!

And you! Why are you crying? "

The woman kicked the man and said, "Two five-year-olds just bumped into each other and killed someone. How dare you say that? Are you afraid no one will blame you? Hurry up, she's not your real mother, why are you yelling?"

The man's howl of pain paused. He glanced at his two sons, who were begging for mercy. A look of sudden awakening washed over his face, and he jumped to his feet and said, "That's right! How could that be possible?"

"Hey, that wasn't just a bump. I saw it. It was a bang! The three of them rolled together!"

There is always someone who likes to watch the fun and make trouble.

The one who was scolded was still not convinced: "You say you don't know her, then you don't know her. Who knows if you think something has happened? You don't even recognize your own mother. I'm really bright. Those two children call her grandma, and your husband calls her his own mother. Now you say you don't know her, who would believe you? What do you think?"

"Yeah, I heard that too."

"If you lie in front of Miaowang Tathagata, you will die a miserable death."

"What unfilial descendants are these?"

"People like this should be taken to the police."

"Are there any kind-hearted young people who can lend a hand and prevent them from running away?"

There are some responses here and there.

As she spoke, she took a few steps forward, and the restless mood of eagerness to try was spreading. The nun didn't even bother to hold the child and ran to find someone.

In fact, there was no need for her to go looking for him. The situation was so chaotic that not only the abbot but also the supervisor had heard about it and rushed over in a hurry with his sleeves flying.

I rushed over before anyone could do anything.

These people also gave them face. When they heard that the abbot had arrived, they immediately made way for him and started talking to him, asking him to judge the matter.

There were also people who told the abbot with expectant eyes that such unfilial people should be thrown into the eighteen levels of hell.

The abbot answered his expectation very straightforwardly: "Don't give me the matter of the King of Hell. If I had that ability, I would have become a Buddha long ago."

Fine.

The man retreated with regret.

The abbot then looked around, his head as heavy as a bucket, and asked, "Amitabha, what happened?"

The nun who had spoken to the child had just missed the abbot and her companions' path. She elbowed her way back through the crowd and quickly replied, "She, this donor, knows what's going on."

The child, who had been watching the excitement for a long time and was craving melon seeds, nodded and stepped forward under everyone's gaze and said, "Yes, I know. She seems to have died of old age. She died before she was hit. But killing someone is wrong. Dead people can get angry too. You two should be more careful next time."

Young couple: ...

Onlookers: …

The two children seemed to understand: "Sister, we know we were wrong."

"Tell her."

"Grandma, I'm sorry. We know we were wrong. Sister, is Grandma still angry?"

"Then how would I know where to go..."

My sister is just a talkative person.

The two children had big bumps on their heads and stared at her without blinking, tears falling again.

You don't know what you're saying?

Is anyone here to help? Someone is cheating on children here!

The child is very sad, and the people are all very angry. You know what would happen if you didn't speak out earlier.

"Who knows if she's a liar? What if they're in cahoots? Abbot, you can't trust them."

Some people don't believe it.

The child said helplessly, "Okay, okay, I'm a liar, I'm a liar. Actually, you killed the person, okay? Hurry up and report it to the police, otherwise there will be no end."

This kind of thing must be reported to the police and her family must be informed.

The child knew from the old woman's clear and coherent description of the Tathagata that she was probably a regular pilgrim. Sure enough, a nun recognized her and said, "Isn't this the old donor Feng?"

It’s easy if you know someone.

Several nuns went to look for her family, some went to report to the authorities, and those who were watching the fun, if they had time, stayed there and waited for the officials to come and question them.

As for the little girl, the abbot pulled her to his side and warned her, "Little donor, stop speaking ill of others. When the officials arrive, the truth will be revealed. There's no need to do this now."

That almost choked me to death.

It’s really not necessary.

The child met her kind gaze and said, "...Okay, I won't argue with them."

The abbot smiled and gently touched the child's head.