However, seeing the scene in the small thatched hut, a sense of anger flashed in Tang Monk's eyes.

But I saw an old woman being knocked to the ground by a strong man. The strong man seemed to be a dementia. He suddenly clapped his hands happily and laughed.

The old lady was not bothered. Even though she was beaten to death by the strong man, she still picked up a bowl of rice that had just been knocked over by the strong man from the ground.

"Come on, Xiaobao, it's time to eat, cough cough!" The old woman bent her hunched back and fed the strong man.

"No, no, no, fight, fight, fight, hahahaha!" The strong man still beat the old woman.

The old lady coughed for a while, but even after being beaten, she did not complain at all, but looked at the strong man kindly.

"Old woman, why are you still... when he hits you like this?" Qingzhi said angrily.

The old lady looked at Tang Seng and Qingzhi. Perhaps in her dream, everything was impossible and became normal.

"He is my little baby. My little baby is ignorant. It's okay, it's okay!" The old lady smiled.

"How old is he? Old lady, you are the only one in your family?" Tang Seng also sighed.

The old lady sighed slightly: "My former husband? We were very good, but after giving birth to Xiaobao, a few years later, Xiaobao was diagnosed with dementia by the doctor, so my husband didn't want us!"

"Ah!" Qingzhi's face changed.

"I know, our family is poor, and my husband doesn't want Xiaobao because it's useless to raise it. However, Xiaobao is my baby. My husband doesn't want it anymore, I can't want it anymore! Just be stupid!" the old lady smiled.

"You, you raised him so old and you have been taking care of him. What about you in the future? If you are..." Qingzhi sighed.

What if you are gone?

The old lady looked at the still silly strong man and showed a kind smile: "I can't care so much. He is my little treasure and my son, so I will care about him!"

The old lady can't see hope in her eyes, but she can see kindness, love, and her unreserved maternal love for her son.

Destined to have no hope, but he still walked unshakably.

A dementia changed the life of this woman, but she still had no regrets. This is responsibility, this is love.

It reveals a sense of emotion and sorrow.

But Tang Monk was thinking about the old monk who raised him and raised him in Jinshan Temple. Has the old monk ever thought about rewarding him? No! The old monk’s love for him is selfless and infinite. This is responsibility and also the heart!

Suddenly, Tang Seng looked at the direction of Baoxiang Kingdom. Those disciples were in danger, so he didn't care?

"Ha, Qingzhi, I'm afraid I can't be able to accompany you anymore!" Tang Seng said with a wry smile.

"What's wrong?" Qingzhi said in surprise.

"I have very important things to do. There are a few people who are under my control. I have left it. Now, I want to take care of them again!" Tang Seng said solemnly.

"Ah?" Qingzhi was slightly stunned.

"Amitabha, the female donor, we are destined to see you again!" Tang Monk put his hands together and bowed to Qing He solemnly.

As he said that, Tang Seng stepped out of his dream and saw the hut in the real world. In the hut, the old woman fell asleep holding her son, her face covered with scars from being beaten by her son, but there was a great maternal love on her face.
Chapter completed!