"Master, drink some water to moisten your mouth, this autumn is the hottest day for tigers." Kong Wenmin took out the water bag from his waist in a hurry and handed it over.
Zhong Mingwei took a gulp of water, and handed the water bag back to Kong Wenmin.
"Master, this subordinate knows that you are devout, but after all, this mountain road is muddy and rough, why don't we go another way?" Kong Wenmin looked at the sweat on Zhong Mingwei's face and the mud all over his body, he was really worried and couldn't bear it. , "Master, this road is too difficult."
"Is it difficult?" Zhong Mingwei pursed his lips. He reached out and stuffed the stone pendant that had slipped out of his neckline back, and then looked down at the way he came from, while muttering, "The most difficult road is not without walking Pass."
Kong Wenmin was startled, but didn't understand, and immediately asked in a low voice: "Master, what do you mean by that?"
Zhong Mingwei shook his head, did not continue, then turned around and continued to kneel up the mountain, and Kong Wenmin was too busy to follow.
Yes, the most difficult road is not untrodden.
He hadn't remembered for a long time how the paralyzed man sent the unconscious girl down the mountain that winter, but every time he thought about it, he couldn't help feeling palpitated and frightened. The road is really difficult. It is dawn, but there is no light in sight. In the darkness where you can't reach your fingers, it is full of ice, snow, blood, and even the smell of death. On such a bumpy and rugged road, he crawled and pushed hard. Walking forward with the door panel, the cotton clothes have long been worn out, and the knees, hands and feet are dripping with blood from the cold and uneven ground. Gradually, I don’t feel the pain anymore. It’s because I’m numb from the cold, and I can’t even bleed out. , but the girl who was tied to the door panel by him remained silent from beginning to end, and could not even cry out in pain. He had never been so scared, nor so helpless and desperate. The thirty-three-year-old The big man gritted his teeth against the cold wind, otherwise he would cry out loudly, and at the same time called out hoarsely to the girl who refused to talk to him...
That's the hardest way, and it's really the darkest way.
Fortunately, it finally came to an end. Fortunately, he and his girl finally walked together on a golden road full of sunshine.
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After entering the Niangniang Temple, Zhong Mingwei burned incense for the Niangniang, and then went to the backyard to wash and change clothes under the guidance of the young monk.
"It's been a long time since I saw such a pious person as the benefactor," said the young monk, who looked about sixteen or seventeen years old. He was very lively and talked endlessly, "It was raining last night, It must be muddy and difficult to walk, I never thought that the benefactor could still kneel and worship all the way up the mountain, the sincerity of the benefactor will definitely move the empress, and will surely keep your mother and child safe."
"Thank you, little master," Zhong Mingwei clasped his hands together and said to the little monk. He glanced at the first nun in the opposite meditation room who was kneeling in front of the Buddha statue and chanting sutras with closed eyes. Trembling, "She... why is she here?"
"Ah? Donor, who are you talking about?" The little monk was startled, followed Zhong Mingwei's gaze, and then introduced, "That is Mrs. Jinghui from Mount Wutai. It seems that a female relative in her family is about to give birth. She came from Mount Wutai to our Miaofeng Mountain to pray for her family, she is very devout, and she has been chanting scriptures every day except for meals and rest."
"When did she come?" Zhong Mingwei looked at Jinghui who was chanting devoutly from a distance with a complicated face. Jinghui had already shaved her hair, and her appearance and temperament were quite different from before. Her face was obviously aging, and the corners of her eyes They are all fine lines, and her skin is no longer as delicate and fair as before. It looks like she is ten years older than Zhong Mingwei, but she has a kind of demeanor that I have never seen before. A string of Buddhist beads, a cup of fragrant tea , dressed in a gray robe, Jinghui without the blessing of brocade clothes, pearls and emeralds, so calm and elegant.
"Oh, she's been here for almost two months, right?" The little monk frowned and thought for a moment, then hurriedly said, "She said she was going to chant scriptures and pray for her family for seventy-seven forty-nine days. It is the last day, so she has been here for forty-nine days, and she will leave tomorrow."