Buddha kill GL

Sure enough, as soon as Jibai left, his mother came back.

Seeing that the room was in a mess, he started to tidy it up, and while tidying up, he said why Zisang didn't study hard today.

Some time ago, it was said that women don't need to learn any books.

Zisang didn't tell the truth, she went back to her mother and said that she had copied the books, and she did, but not much, and when her husband was away, she felt that she had learned the books and didn't know who to tell them to.

When my mother didn't go to listen to the Buddha's chanting, she took a handkerchief and embroidered something on the silk with needles and threads.

Intermittently, my mother also used dozens of pieces of handkerchief. Every time she embroidered, she sighed, put the handkerchief away, and replaced it with a piece of silk cloth.

Yuan told Master that your mother never learned how to embroider, and now she just uses it to pass the time when she is free.

It is true that a lot of things were wasted, but anyway, the palace has been offering expenses to the courtyard, and there is no shortage of needlework.

This time it was not lost, Zisang saw a beautiful auspicious animal pattern embroidered on it.

Mother said, she embroidered it for Boliang to make a purse for him.

Mother said that after Boliang embroidered it, she embroidered it for Zisang.

Many years have passed, and she is still embroidering the one for Bo Liang.

Mother held up the rusty handkerchief and looked left and right. She said, reckoning, it will take another ten and a half days to embroider it.

Zisang asked mother, and then embroidered another one for me.

Mother seems to have forgotten about this matter, but frowned, a little embarrassed.

But it is also possible, but it is estimated that it will take three years to embroider.

For Boliang, my mother said that I have been embroidering for about five years, and I have achieved some success after two years of learning. Then I started to get new cloth, and I only dared to embroider a few stitches every day, so as not to make mistakes. Needle, messy shape will not look good.

Zisang felt that there was no need to talk about the purse anymore, she just used the original one.

It turned out that the purse was given to him by Mr.

One day when the husband came back from begging for food, he gave her a sackcloth-colored bag with a few copper coins in it.

Mr. said, this is Qiankun bag.

Ah, when I was begging for food today, I met Maitreya Buddha. He said that he heard that you have a student who is the empress of the emperor and will become a great person in the future. In this way, I have some friendship with you, so I entrust you Forward this bag to the students.

It is said in the scriptures that there is everything in the universe bag, food, drink and clothes.

Zisang tossed and turned, and there were only those two copper coins.

Mother said, I guess your husband picked it up somewhere on the road, so she just made up nonsense to coax you.

Furthermore, according to the rumors, the Qiankun bag should be a larger pocket, not something like a purse.

However, Zisang still cherishes the pouch given by her husband very much. Although there is only a small lotus embroidered on it, which looks plain and ordinary, it is also the first pouch in her life, so she often carries it with her. Those two Tong coins.

After my mother put away the embroidery things, she took a serious look at Zisang.

Suddenly his eyes became strange, and he swept Zisang's head back and forth.

Mother asked, where is the little jade crown on your head?

Only then did Zisang remember that he had given it to Jibai and forgot to take it off.

Zisang didn't dare to tell his mother that she just gave it to someone else, so he just lowered his head and said, I don't know, maybe it was dropped while going out to play.

Mother said, where else can you go to play, hurry up and follow me to find it.

Yuanhe was also at the side at this time, and those who wanted to speak a few times could only look at Zisang.

The three of them walked around the courtyard first.

Seeing that there was no result, my mother walked towards the outside of the courtyard again.

Both Yuanhe and Zisang knew the whereabouts of the little jade crown, so they knew that they couldn't find anything after walking around like this, so they were so preoccupied that they didn't look like they were looking for something.

Mother gradually became suspicious.

Mother knows that Yuanhe has always been a person who can't hide his words.

Mother told Yuanhe, you are a monk, and you will go to endless hell if you lie. If you talk about it carefully, did the little jade crown fall or something happened?

Sure enough, Yuanhe was not the kind of friend who shared weal and woe and trusted each other through life and death, as soon as he asked, he opened his mouth and shook Jibai out.

The mother was obviously angry, but what was different from the past was that she was not sad, but really angry. She said, it was a token left by your grandfather, how could you just give it to someone you don't know? people.

Zisang only dared to bow his head to lead the scolding, but in his heart he felt that he and Jibai were already good friends, not strangers.

Mother went to the side courtyard, so she could only follow.

It's also strange, although my mother can't leave the monastery, she can usually walk around freely in the monastery. Those monks and nuns just make things difficult for me, Zisang thought so.

The three of them turned to the side courtyard.

The people in the yard were still the same as what Zisang saw last time, with ragged clothes, dirty faces and hair.

They thought that Zi Jibai was wearing a clean monk's robe and combed his hair, which was easy to find among these people, but they found Jibai in the corner after turning around several times.

The monk's robe on his body was not only torn in a few places, it was also covered with mud, and his hair still looked neat, loosely tied.

The most important thing is that his face is bruised and purple, and his lips are torn.

Zisang was surprised and called out "Jibai".

Without waiting to continue, Cadbury stretched out his hand and spread his palms.

In the palm is the little jade crown, intact, but stained with a few traces of blood.

With a choked voice, Cadbury said that it will be returned to you.

Mother directly took the jade crown from Jibai, and cast a reproachful look at Zisang.

Zisang asked Jibai, why did you get into such a state.

In addition to the bruises on the face, there were also a few blood marks, which Zisang could see, which seemed to be scratched by someone's nails.

This is what women do when they fight with others, and women often come to the temple with such a hole to ask for help.

The host said that the husband has two or three wives, so the wives are likely to fight with each other. When you fight, you scratch me and I scratch you, and this kind of mark will be left.

There was a young woman next to her, who said that when Jabbat stole things, those women beat him, trying to grab the jade crown on his head.

Zisang hurriedly said, I gave it to him, and he didn't steal it.

Mother didn't let Zisang continue talking, she pulled Jibai up, and she said, follow me back to the courtyard.

Ji Bai wiped the corners of his eyes, looked at Zisang, and stood up timidly again.

Back in the courtyard, mother combed Jixia's hair again and tied it up with a ribbon.

Mother said, Jibai is just a refugee, he can't wear a jade crown, even if he wears it, others can easily snatch it from him.

Zisang didn't understand why he wanted to rob.

Mother said, gold and jade are the most expensive among the expensive, and they are tokens with you, but outside the temple, they are valuable things, which can be exchanged for grain, rice, silk, or even land.

In this way, everyone wants to get this thing, and it is easy to do things like this to Cadbury.

My mother said, fortunately those people still have a sense of propriety, they only bully those who are familiar with and know the basics, otherwise the one who gets hurt may not be Ji Bai, but you.

Zisang still didn't understand, but he remembered that there are some people in the world who are not so friendly, even refugees, are also divided into villains.

The author has something to say:

Women's fighting moves are nothing more than scratching and pulling, while men probably have no nails and short hair, so they can only use fists and kicks.