Return from Ashes

Humiliation from a poor family, broken temple and a promise locked up for half a life In a remote mountain village where the wind and snow rolled in the wind, Lin Yan was born with a low life. The Lin family, a lonely and weak family, was trampled upon by others in the intricately connected clan. The uncle usurped the ancestral land, the clan members beat and scolded his parents wantonly, and the cousins ​​robbed him of his food rations and destroyed his books. The family lived like ants in the mud, and even their breath depended on the expressions of others. His parents were cowardly and tolerant, and only taught him to accept his fate and suffer. However, young Lin Yan had a stubbornness in his bones that refused to obey the world. The middle of winter when he was twelve years old became a watershed in his fate. In order to seize the last half acre of vegetable land from his family, the tribe gathered a crowd and beat his parents until they were unable to get up from the bed. Lin Yan cried and came forward to argue, but was dragged by a group of cousins ​​to the dilapidated cold temple at the entrance of the village. The only old cotton-padded jacket he wore to keep out the cold was stripped off, and the temple door was locked, allowing the blizzard and cold wind to wrap around him. In the bone-chilling cold night, with frost and snow covering his body, he huddled in the corner of the dilapidated shrine, his limbs stiff with the cold. His consciousness gradually faded, and he felt that death was approaching step by step. Just before he was about to die, there was a creak and the temple door was gently pushed open. A wandering old man with hair like snow and a long washed white coarse cloth walked in the snow. He had the loneliness of wandering for half his life, but there was gentleness and compassion in his eyes. The old man took out half a piece of warm wheat cake from his arms and fed it to him, then took off his close-fitting cotton robe, wrapped it tightly around his frozen body, and rubbed his cold hands and feet with his skinny palms. Throughout the night, the old man sat in meditation in the cold temple with the dying young man. Xu Xu talked about his life: his family was ruined when he was young, he lost his wife and children in middle age, he did good all his life but suffered harsh treatment from his fate, he saw that the sufferings in the world were all vain, and his prosperity eventually turned into dust.