Although I am a Taoist, I am also aware of the "five evil sins" mentioned in Buddhism. Those are the five serious crimes stipulated in Buddhism, and "bringing out the blood of the Buddha" is one of them. The original intention is that causing the Buddha's flesh to be injured and bleed is an injury and blasphemy to the Buddha and will be punished as a serious crime. The Buddha statues in the temple are all incarnations of the Buddha, so smashing them is the same crime.
The monk had always spoken in a calm tone, but when he said this, he got a little excited.
The monk told me that he would be taken to the streets tomorrow afternoon, and it was not known what would happen to him afterwards. However, the monk said that he was a monk, and even if these young people made things difficult for him, they would not kill them all, so he would just suffer a little more at worst. There was a kind of helplessness in his words. I can understand his mood. He was practicing hard, but it ended like this. It was inevitable that he would not feel resentful in his heart.
I told the monk that although I met the master in a place like this today, if I have the opportunity in the future, I will definitely pay him a visit. I also hope that he can take care of his safety. Then I said to the monk, if the master can have a chance to regain his freedom, could you please tell my master for me and tell him where I am, and that I am fine and nothing serious.
The monk agreed and asked me to leave the master’s address. Since I was caught here yesterday morning, Master must have been very anxious. He is looking for me everywhere. I don’t know how long I will be detained here. It is also a good thing to have someone to report that I am safe.
So I just chatted with the monk. Seeing that he was already sleepy, I went back to my corner to rest. After lunch the next day, a group of people came. After a roll call, all those whose names were called were taken away. Among them was the monk. It was also during the roll call that I learned that the monk's name was Hui Chi. This name sounds like it should be the name of Dharma, and this monk Hui Chi may be one of my nobles. He stopped me from doing something that seemed to be doing good but was actually doing evil. In those short two or three days, it was also me. The only time I saw him in my life.
In my memory, after Monk Hui Chi left, I was detained for five more days, during which I was called for a mental examination at least every other day. Because my "confession attitude" was relatively good, I was not treated violently again. I. Some ordinary punches and kicks are naturally unavoidable. On the fifth day, I was put on a triangular high hat, my hands were tied behind my back, and a sign saying "Feudal Element" was hung around my neck as usual. The difference was that my name was also added to the sign. : Situ Shan.
I and another group of about seven or eight people were escorted to the edge of the city wall by this group of people. It felt as if we were about to be shot. When they arrived at the city wall, one of the guards shouted loudly, and soon a group of ordinary people watching the excitement gathered around them. This place is under the city wall, not far from the city gate leading in and out of the city, so it is very lively with people coming and going. Seeing that more people had gathered, one of the young men rolled up his sleeves, grabbed the hair of the seven or eight of us one by one from left to right, and pulled up our heads so that the people could see our faces clearly. What we call "crimes" are read aloud. One of the teachers was a military secretary of the National Army before the liberation. Because of his good literary talent, he surrendered after the liberation and successfully started teaching and educating people.
But since May, many schools have been closed, and teachers have been targeted for arrest, because many of the arrestees are former students.
When it was my turn, they all grabbed my lowered head. Others saw my appearance clearly, and I also saw clearly the crowd of people watching me. Maybe it's because of ignorance. After all, ignorant people are easier to manipulate and be led by others. When some dogmatic thoughts fill the brain of every "sinless" person, all those who stand opposite them become people's enemies.
I thought my heart would be filled with humiliation at that moment, but it was not the case. I felt more helpless and desolate. Especially when those rotten potatoes, rotten vegetable leaves, and pieces of mud hit me. At this moment, I am their "enemy" even though I am a stranger to them.
At this time, I saw a child in the crowd. He winked at me, nodded, and then made a flying bird gesture with his hands. The moment I saw him, the defense in my heart finally collapsed, and I couldn't help but cry bitterly, because that was Da Mao. He would never happen to come here to see me being criticized for no reason, and it must have been informed by Master. My friends all came to help search for me. It was probably Monk Hui Chi who told Master my whereabouts. But I didn't see Master or anyone else I knew in the crowd.
In my memory, before that cry, I had not cried for many years, so long that I could hardly remember it. When I saw Da Mao crying, it was because I understood that they were trying to find ways to help me. The impact of this kind of care on me was far greater than the rotten vegetables and mud flying towards me. I nodded slightly to Da Mao: I'm fine, don't worry.
The criticism that day lasted for almost three hours. The weather was hot, and we braved the scorching sun and wore high hats. Our hands tied behind our backs had long lost consciousness, and no one even gave us a sip of water during the journey. When the guards escorted us back, every step I took, I felt a sharp pain in my waist. I know it's because I stood there for too long. After returning to the classroom, those people untied us. I sat on the ground without saying a word and waited quietly. I knew something was bound to happen tonight. Since Master and the others already knew where I was, they would definitely not sit idly by and watch. .
At about 8 o'clock in the evening, I heard a sound of rattles coming from the playground outside. The sound came from far to near, and then the guard at the door shouted: Hey! Whose child are you? Don't cause trouble here. Get out of here!
The child he mentioned, I knew, must be Da Mao.
So I stood up excitedly and slowly moved to the door. Ignoring the surprised expressions of the people present, I gently put my ear against the door and listened.
Sure enough, Da Mao said in his immature child voice, pretending to be childish, why don't you let me come here to play? I have often played here since I was a child. One of the guards probably walked towards Da Mao, and then said, kid, this is not the place you should be. My uncle locked up the bad guys here. The bad guys are scary. Aren't you afraid? Da Mao said he was not afraid. I had a rattle in my hand, so those bad guys were afraid of me. The two guards at the door laughed, and from the sound of footsteps, it could be heard that the other guard also walked towards Da Mao.
Judging from my observations and feelings over the past few days, if I were not escorting "sinners", the classroom door would always be closed. But there were only two people left guarding the outside. The so-called guards are actually just keeping an eye on the door, because all of us inside are unarmed, even old, weak, sick and disabled. The interrogation room is at the end of the corridor outside the classroom, in a small bungalow. There are about three or four people inside, one of whom should be the leader, the person responsible for taking notes.
When entering the playground, there were two people guarding the entrance, one on the left and one on the right. Both of them were holding red tassel guns. How did this big hair get in?
Just when I was thinking this, one of the guards outside the door seemed to realize this. He asked, kid, how did the uncle at the door let you in when you came in just now? Da Mao seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then said, ah? Where did the uncle come from at the door?
It suddenly became quiet outside. A few seconds later, two people suddenly shouted in panic. They shouted, "Get away! Get away!" and "Don't look for me! Don't look for me!" Sentences like this, it feels like I was frightened by something. Soon the sound stopped, and there was silence outside the door.
The shouts outside the door must have alerted the people in the interrogation room. In just this moment, they might have rushed over. I was worried about Da Mao's safety when I heard the sound of a key being taken out, followed by the sound of the key being unlocked, and then with a creak, the door was opened.
Maybe it was because we had been locked up in a dark environment for too long. We could only detect the light outside through the windows covered with newspapers, so we could tell whether it was day or night. So when the door was opened at this moment, the light from the big headlights on the playground outside, which was not strong, seemed so dazzling at this moment.
I was hit by the light and squinted my eyes slightly. In the haze, four or five backlit figures of different heights appeared in front of me.
