The Daily Life Of Mei Furen Doting On Her Husband - Chapter 128

Taoist Siqing: Why are you still paying attention to such trivial matters at this time?!

Several brothers looked at each other. One brother who joined the sect relatively late and had married a wife when he was young thought of some past events. He looked at the younger brother with a kind and teasing smile and said to him in a gentle voice, “That’s because we didn’t treat her well enough. Bring her here next time and we’ll treat her well.”

Mei Zhuyu showed an embarrassed expression, coughed, and said nothing more. After a brief chat, several brothers left the room together. They could see the worry and solemnity in the eyes of the younger brother when he spoke. He had not spoken to the Master, probably because he had something to discuss with him alone.

Before leaving and closing the door, the eldest senior brother looked at Mei Zhuyu gently and said, “Guyu, if you have any difficulties, you may as well tell me, and I will help you.”

Mei Zhuyu nodded at him, but didn’t plan to say anything. When the door was closed, only Mei Zhuyu and Taoist Siqing were left in the room. Mei Zhuyu walked in front of Taoist Siqing, who subconsciously took a step back. Then, with a plop, Mei Zhuyu knelt in front of him.

Taoist Siqing’s expression changed constantly, and finally he sighed heavily, looking at the top of his disciple’s head, with a mixture of disappointment, pride, and love.

Mei Zhuyu didn’t say anything. Taoist Siqing finally accepted his fate and reached out to help him up. He said in a bad tone, “Why are you kneeling in front of me, you bastard? Do you think I can stop you from doing anything you want to do? Have you ever listened to what I, your master, said since you were a child? Why are you kneeling now?”

Mei Zhuyu: “Master, I know that you have been guarding the thing in the wooden box on behalf of my father all these years.”

“He had to come eventually.” Mei Zhuyu’s voice was very calm. “He killed my parents, and sooner or later he will come to kill me. Now that he has shown up, no matter what, I have to solve this matter.”

Taoist Siqing snorted and sat on the couch with his legs crossed like a bandit. “What a boast! Don’t think you can kill him now just because you seriously injured him a few years ago. If he is so easy to kill, I would have gone to his house and chopped him up long ago. Why would you be messing around here now?”

Mei Zhuyu: “Master, please give me the wooden box.”

Taoist Siqing suddenly looked serious and asked an irrelevant question, “Now that it is raining, does your left hand still shake?”

Mei Zhuyu was silent for a moment but still answered truthfully, “Yes.”

Taoist Siqing: “You haven’t let it go yet, so you still want to get the wooden box back?”

Mei Zhuyu suddenly smiled, and Taoist Siqing almost thought he had changed again. But he quickly returned to his previous expression and said, “Madam… is pregnant, and she acts rather casually. I am worried about her and the child.”

Wu Zhen was really worried, and he didn’t know how she would suffer being trapped there.

Taoist Siqing curled his lips, not understanding the love affairs of these young people, and muttered, “It’s ruined, it’s ruined, a good disciple was ruined by a woman.”

Mei Zhuyu said again, “Master, please give me the wooden box.”

Taoist Siqing silently dragged out a dusty wooden box from under the bed. With his long arms, he threw it directly into Mei Zhuyu’s arms without even wiping the dust off.

The wooden box was old and even had some black marks on it, which were blood stains splashed there many years ago.

Mei Zhuyu brushed the dust off the wooden box with his hand and stared at it quietly. The box was very beautiful, with intricate patterns and delicate carvings. It looked like the kind of box that was often used by wealthy families in Chang’an. He often saw similar wooden boxes of different sizes in Wu Zhen’s cabinets and boxes.

In order to protect such a wooden box, his parents took him away from Chang’an and fled to Quzhou. Because of his specialness and to avoid the monster’s pursuit, his parents had to send him to Changxi Temple. Later, because of that box, his parents died at the hands of the monster.

It was just ridiculous that he still didn’t know what was in the box, and what the monster that had been chasing him wanted.

“Disciple bids farewell to Master,” Mei Zhuyu wiped the old bloodstains and dust off the wooden box one by one, put it on his back, and bowed solemnly to Taoist Siqing.

When he left Changxi Temple for Chang’an, he did not pay respect to the Taoist priest Siqing so solemnly. At that time, his attitude was as if he was just going down the mountain to buy something and would be back soon, so he let the Taoist priest Siqing grit his teeth and scold him for being a heartless bastard. But after being bowed so solemnly by him, the Taoist priest Siqing could not help but close his eyes, and waved his hand dejectedly after a while.

“I told you that you are going to have a disaster. I asked you to come back because I wanted to help you avoid it. Do you know that?” Apart from that, as his master, there was nothing he could do to help him. He couldn’t even protect himself.

Mei Zhuyu didn’t answer, but bowed to him again, then turned and left Changxi Temple. The trees on the path in front of the temple were lush and green, full of vitality, and growing very luxuriantly. Mei Zhuyu gradually disappeared in that green.

Taoist Siqing stood at the gate of the temple with his hands behind his back, and suddenly remembered the rainy night a few years ago when Mei Zhuyu came back with the wooden box. He had gone down the mountain to visit his parents, but ended up bringing back their ashes and this wooden box.

That child who grew up in the temple was different from other children. He never cried when he was hurt or sad. When the Master saw other young disciples crying sadly, he thought, “My little disciple is also a little child, why doesn’t he cry?” 

Once, the little disciple was secretly taken down the mountain by his senior brother. He was seriously injured and in great pain, but he didn’t cry. Taoist Siqing asked him curiously why he didn’t cry. The little guy frowned and said, “It’s just painful. Just bear it. Why cry?”

And on that rainy night, the young disciple, who had grown into a young boy, came back with his parents’ ashes and the wooden box. Even though his body and face were covered in rain, Taoist Siqing could still see the tears flowing from his eyes. He would cry after all.

His young disciple actually did not show too much sadness at the time. Taoist Siqing was used to it and thought that there was nothing wrong with him. But later he accidentally discovered that whenever it rained heavily, the young disciple’s left hand would tremble uncontrollably. Only then did Taoist Siqing understand how sad the disciple was.

He was a child who would never take the initiative to talk about his pain to others, and it had been like that since he was a child.