The Emperor's Beloved Ugly Girl

"Sir, you're going to drink water. It's the hottest day of the autumn tiger." Kong Wenmin was so busy that he took out the water bag from his waist and handed it to him.

Zhong Mingwei drank a breath of water and handed it back to Kong Wenmin.

"My Lord, I know that you are devoted to piety, but in the end, the mountain road is muddy and rugged. 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 worried and couldn't bear it. "My Lord, this road is too difficult."

"Is it difficult?" Zhong Mingwei pursed his lips. He reached out his hand and slipped the stone pendant out of his neckline back. Then he looked down at the way and murmured, "the most difficult way is not to go without it."

Kong Wenmin was stunned and didn't understand. He asked in a low voice, "what do you mean, sir?"

Zhong Mingwei shook his head, didn't go on, then turned around and went on kneeling on the mountain. Kong Wenmin was also busy following him.

Yes, the most difficult way is not to walk.

In the winter of that year, how did the paralytic send the girl who was unconscious from burning down the mountain? He hadn't thought about it for a long time. But when he thought about it, he was always frightened and frightened. That road was really hard to walk. It was clearly the dawn, but he couldn't see a light. He couldn't see the darkness, full of ice, snow, blood, even It's the smell of death, so bumpy and bumpy road, he crawled and pushed the door plank hard, his cotton padded clothes had been worn out, his knees, hands and feet were cold and bumpy, and the blood was dripping, gradually he could not feel the pain, it was numb and frozen, even the blood could not flow out, but the girl tied to the door plank by him was silent from the beginning to the end, even could not cry out When he came out, he had never been so afraid, nor so helpless and desperate. The 33 year old man was biting his teeth against the cold wind, or he would cry out, and he would not pay attention to his girl with a hoarse voice

That's the hardest way, and 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 offered incense to the girl who sent her son, and then went down to the backyard to wash and change clothes under the guidance of the little monk.

"I haven't seen such a devout person as the almsgiver for a long time." the young monk was young, but he was 16 or 17 years old. He was very lively and never finished talking. "It rained last night. The mountain road must be muddy and hard to walk. I didn't expect that the almsgiver could kneel down all the way up the mountain. The sincerity of the almsgiver must make the woman who sent the son moved and protect your mother and son."

"Thank you, little master," said Zhong Mingwei, clasping his hands to the little monk. At a glance, he saw a nun kneeling in front of the Buddha statue in the opposite meditation room and reciting sutras with her eyes closed. Suddenly, Zhong Mingwei stopped. When he spoke again, his voice trembled. "She Why is she here? "

"Ah? Who are you talking about, benefactor? " Xiaoheshang was stunned and looked at Zhong Mingwei's eyes. Then he said, "that's abbess Jinghui from Wutai Mountain. It seems that there is a girl in her family who is about to give birth. She came to Miaofeng Mountain from Wutai Mountain to pray for her family. She is very devout and recites sutras every day except for meals and rest."

"When did she come?" The complexion of Zhong Mingwei's face is far from that of Jing Hui, who is devoutly reciting sutras. Jing Hui has shaved her hair. Her appearance and temperament are very different from those before. Her face is obviously aging. Her eyes are all fine lines. Her skin is not as delicate and white as before. She looks like she is more than ten years old than Zhong Mingwei, but she has an unseen bearing, a string of Buddha beads , a cup of tea, a gray robe, without the quiet wisdom of the brocade clothes and Zhucui, so calm and elegant.

"Oh, she's been here nearly two months, hasn't she?" The little monk frowned for a moment, then hurriedly said, "she said she would chant sutras and pray for her family for seventy-nine and forty-nine days. Today is the last day. Then she will come forty-nine days and leave tomorrow."