When she woke up, Yin Wenjiao found herself dressed as Tang Seng's mother - the tragic young lady who was occupied by water thieves, her husband was killed, and she was eventually forced to commit suicide.
Looking at the water thief Liu Hong who was pressing in front of her, she slapped her backhand: "Are you worthy of playing the role of the boss with your virtues?"
When he turned around, he found that Buddhism had already set up a dragnet, and the gods and Buddhas in the sky were waiting for the "destined" Tang Monk to be born.
Since you are going to have a hard time, I will give you more trouble!
She pulled up her shivering husband and said, "Honey, do you want to be the Pirate King?"
Many years later, the scripture-seeking team arrived in Jiangzhou and saw the legendary Chen Guangrui, who should have died long ago, hugging his beloved wife and smilingly taking out ninety-nine and eighty-one "Customs Clearance Documents":
"Bodhisattvas, do you want to get Buddhist scriptures? Pay the toll first!"
Sun Wukong: "Master, your parents are more ruthless than monsters!"
Tang Monk: "..."
Reader comments
The original intention of writing this book was not to let the woman named Yin Wenjiao live as a tragedy in the original book.
I wanted to write about how a mother uses her own way to protect her husband, her son, and her family. What she fights is not the demons and monsters, but the gods and Buddhas in the sky, and the "destiny" set by the superiors. As I write, I find that the most moving thing is not the thrill of those battles of wits, but the conversation between mother and son in the yard late at night, the look Chen Guangrui looks at the government office across the river, and the call "Sister" that Jiao Niang calls back when she finally puts on her wedding dress.
This book is my gift to Yin Wenjiao, and to all those who have risked their lives for their families.
The original intention of writing this book was not to let the woman named Yin Wenjiao live as a tragedy in the original book. I wanted to write about how a mother uses her own way to protect her husband, her son, and her family. What she fights is not the demons and monsters, but the gods and Buddhas in the sky, and the "destiny" set by the superiors. As I write, I find that the most moving thing is not the thrill of those battles of wits, but the conversation between mother and son in the yard late at night, the look Chen Guangrui looks at the government office across the river, and the call "Sister" that Jiao Niang calls back when she finally puts on her wedding dress. This book is my gift to Yin Wenjiao, and to all those who have risked their lives for their families.