Old things in the Red Chamber

That night, the death knell in the capital rang 81 consecutive times.The streets of the capital are in chaos, causing everyone to close their gates firmly. At this time, they must not dare to take the lead.

Not only the princes and nobles and the common people heard it, but even the prisoners in prisons heard it.

All those imprisoned here were to be executed after the fall, and they died more than ten days later than the emperor, but after knowing the news of the emperor's death, there were many people here who laughed heartily.

"So what if you become the emperor? After all, there is no life. Let me let you die in the third watch. Who dares to keep you until the fifth watch."

Some people dare to say this, but some people dare not say it under the long-term oppression of the monarchy.

But no matter what, the emperor passed away, and the new emperor may amnesty the world when he ascends the throne. When the world is amnesty, some people still have the opportunity to leave here.So there are many people who are hopeful, and some even take the initiative to ask the officials to ask if the little emperor's ascension to the throne is going well.

The members of the Jia family who were imprisoned here were particularly concerned about who became the emperor.

Jia Huan couldn't help lying down next to the prison, pulling the clothes of passing officials, "Brother, please tell me, which prince in the palace became the emperor?"

When they were imprisoned, the officials guarding here knew their backgrounds, so they were not angry at this time, but told them in a good voice, "Of course it is His Royal Highness, the Ninth Prince who was born with the imperial concubine before."

The members of the Jia family breathed a sigh of relief.When people are in despair, they have great illusions about all the hopes that appear. Even if it is a straw that saves them, they will not hesitate to grab the straw when they are about to drown on the water.

It's just that they prayed in the cell day and night, and the gods and Buddhas in the sky really heard them and responded to them.

In the beginning, when the new emperor ascended the throne, it was indispensable to amnesty the world. All the officials who were involved were dismissed from office and rebelled and exiled. No matter what, they still left their lives in the end.

After being pardoned, the clansmen of the Rongguo Mansion left Lao Fang quickly. They didn't care about the final outcome of Jia Baoyu's brothers. Moreover, they fled in all directions after leaving the prison.

The number of people in the death row is decreasing day by day. Some people were sent out to execute the death sentence, and some were exiled.At the beginning, Jia Baoyu and his brothers also had great confidence in their own survival, but they gradually discovered that this kind of waiting may be fruitless, and they no longer hoped for the impossible.

While they were waiting to die, things took a turn for the better.

Two young men were escorted into the cell. They seemed to have been tortured, with whip marks all over their bodies.

Jia Baoyu stared blankly at all this. At first he was not used to it, but when he realized it, he became numb.

That night, Jia Baoyu only felt that he was woken up by being shaken, something was stuffed in his mouth, someone lifted him and put it on top of something, not long after, he smelled the wind outside.

The inside of the cell is different from the outside. The inside of the cell smells of blood every day. Only the wind outside is clean, fresh, and odorless.I couldn't help but want to open my eyes, but at this time I couldn't open my eyes, I couldn't move my body, and I wanted to shout, but something was stuffed in my mouth again.

I can't help but want to ask, is this what death looks like?

When he woke up the next second, he found himself lying in the wilderness, not far from a dilapidated temple.Looking down at himself again, he found that he had nothing on except for a single piece of clothing.

Hungry and thirsty, Jia Baoyu got up and knocked on the door of this temple.

An old monk who was nearly sixty years old opened the door, facing Jia Baoyu with clasped hands.

Jia Baoyu stayed there for half a month, and his life was very poor, and the temple was dilapidated, and the incense was not prosperous. Except for a few acres of land, which could be used to harvest some food, there was little leftovers. No money.Food is also grown at home.Cabbage tofu has become a rare thing.

In addition, there is one more person, one more mouth to eat, one more person to dress, and the pressure on the temple has increased a lot.Anyway, the two old monks in the temple were very happy when a newcomer came to a temple that was close to being unsustainable.

On this day, for the first time in history, two old monks lit an oil lamp and called Jia Baoyu to him.

"You have been here for half a month, and we don't ask who you are, but whether you sincerely worship Buddha."

Jia Baoyu, who had nowhere to go, nowhere to stay, escaped from the reality, thinking that hiding here, he could forget the past, everything, and the destruction of his own family, so of course he agreed to stay in the temple and become a monk.

"But there is one thing I have to tell you in advance. The former emperor once stipulated that no matter whether it is a Taoist priest or a monk, a monk must have a degree. If he finds that there is no degree, it is necessary to force the person to return to vulgarity. With the current ability of our temple, it is impossible. There is a way to get this thing for you. In the future, the two of us will go. You guard this temple. If the government forces you to return to vulgarity, don’t think too much. .”

Jia Baoyu heaved a long sigh, he didn't expect that there would be disputes when he became a monk, and he got involved with the common people, and he couldn't get rid of any troubles.

And here is a place that accepts him, and he has no home to go to besides this place.

Nodding his head, he acknowledged the matter.

Winter goes to spring, and the vitality is full of vitality. The two old monks are already very old, and they usually don’t have much money. Whatever happens, they have to bear it by themselves. Winter is a threshold for the elderly. If they pass , just wait for next summer.Like these elderly people, they either died of freezing in winter or of heat in summer, so the two old monks looked at life and death relatively plainly, and when a real person left this world, they felt heartbroken.

A benevolent old monk died in early summer.And another person feels that he won't be able to survive the summer.

"If it weren't for you, I would have left without worries. You don't know how to farm, sew, or cook, but it's a big deal. Now that I can't do anything, I will let you do everything. Bar."

After saying these words, for a period of time to come, Jia Baoyu cooked the food himself, and at least he was able to cook the food well.The old monk was not picky, and praised him with a smile. There is a saying that a leak in a house happens to be rainy, and this temple is no exception. A heavy rain in summer collapsed a house here.

The old monk can teach Jia Baoyu to dress and eat, and to cultivate the fields, but he cannot teach him how to build a house.

There was no other way, so Jia Baoyu had no choice but to go down the mountain with the old monk on his back for alms.

A young monk with delicate features, an old monk who is getting old, looks more and more pitiful, but the place where they can get alms, although it is not a poor country, it is not a rich family, although there is some money. , but also only buy some bricks and tiles.

Every day outside in the wind and sun, Jia Baoyu couldn't help thinking about the days he lived in the past.When the last two monks were fine, Jia Baoyu also told the old monk all about his life in the past.

"At that time, the disciple's house was full of food and drink, and there were many servants in the house. The molds for cooking were all made of silver... There was also a beautiful garden, and the disciple lived there for many years."

"What happened later? What happened after that?"

Jia Baoyu inevitably thought of his wife Xue Baochai, and of the unborn child. He was quite caring. After thinking of their mother and child, tears fell down, "Then the building collapsed and the family was scattered. I don't know what happened." Are they still alive?"

"If you wait for me to die, you can go to them. I'm going to die too. When I die, bury me with your senior uncle. Our small house can still make do with it now, and there is no need to repair it. , you go to them with the silver."

That being said, when the two of them returned to the temple, they found that the only remaining small house had decayed for too long and had collapsed.

The old monk's attitude was very good, "Amitabha, it's okay if the house can't be overheated today. Fortunately, it didn't collapse in winter. It's all good and good, it's all the blessings of the Buddha."

The collapse of the house also seemed to indicate that the old monk was dying soon. He began to fall into a coma, and there were very few waking hours during the day. Some pious villagers living nearby knew the news of their master and apprentice, and some people spontaneously came to help them clean the house , Some people even sent some medicinal materials for the old monk to treat the disease.

A few wandering doctor Ling came here and told Jia Baoyu, "If you take care of the food and drink, you can live for two or three years. As for two or three years later, it depends on the destiny."

Jia Baoyu thought about it for a day, then used a fire stick to write down his past affairs on some discarded wooden boards. His words were sincere and elegant. The colder it gets, although the house has bricks and tiles, and there are people to help, but all the belongings of the previous years are gone, and they don't have the necessary quilts and cotton clothes in winter.

Jia Baoyu had no choice but to carry the plank on his back with the others and headed towards the capital.

"Little master, are you going to sell these boards to the bookstore?"

Jia Baoyu shook his head, and led the villagers to walk through the streets and alleys. Passing by a long and wide street, he couldn't help but stop and look. A thick seal.

He lowered his head and passed by quickly, and came to the front of a black oil door.I went to knock on the door, and the person inside opened the door, cursing, "The masters are not at home, no one will be seen..."

Then looking at him in surprise, Jia Baoyu put his palms together and calmly said Amitabha.

"You...you wait first, the master is at home today."

After finishing speaking, he closed the door with a bang, which amazed the villagers who followed Jia Baoyu. Baoyu turned a deaf ear to other people's comments. When the door opened again, a fat old man came out.He glanced up and down at Jia Baoyu a few times, went out the door and looked left and right at the streets on both sides, his tone was full of surprise and he couldn't suppress the joy.

"Come in with me."