Chapter 1282: Teacher Jinghui

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"Yeah, you're going to drink a lot of water, this autumn tiger's day is the most sultry." Kong Wenmin was so busy that he took the water sac from his waist and passed it.
Zhong Mingwei took a sigh of water and returned the water sac to Kong Wenmin.
"Yeah, my subordinates know that you are devoted, but can this mountain road be muddy and rugged, or should we change the way?" Kong Wenmin looked at Zhong Mingwei's sweat and muddy water, and was really worried and unbearable. , "Yeah, this road is too difficult."
"Is it difficult?" Zhong Mingwei pursed his lips. He stretched his hand and stuffed the stone pendant that slipped out of the neckline back, and then muttered the tunnel while looking down at the way, "The hardest way is not without walking. Ever. "
Kong Wenmin was stunned, and did not understand clearly. He asked in a small voice: "Yeah, what do you mean?"
Zhong Mingwei shook his head without saying anything, and then turned and continued to bow down towards the mountain, and Kong Wenmin was too busy to follow.
Yeah, the hardest way is not that it has not been taken.
In the winter of that year, how did this paralyzed man send a girl who was burning unconscious to the mountain? He had n’t remembered it for a long time, but every time he thought about it, he could n’t help but feel terrified and afraid. Lu Ke is really hard to walk, obviously dawn, but he can't see a glimmer of light, the darkness in which he can't see his fingers, is full of ice and blood, and even the smell of death, so the bumpy and rugged road, he pushed hard and creeping Moving on the door panel, the cotton coat was already worn out, the knees, hands and feet were cold and pitted with blood on the ground, and gradually I could not feel the pain again. It was frozen and numb, and even the blood could not flow out. , But the girl who was tied to the door by him did not say a word from beginning to end, and even couldn't even utter a cry. He had never been so scared, so helpless and hopeless, 33-year-old The big man was biting his teeth against the cold wind or he would cry out of his own voice, and at the same time he used a hoarse voice to call out how to ignore his girl ...
It was really the most difficult road, and really the darkest road.
Fortunately, it finally came to an end. Fortunately, he and his girl finally walked hand in hand on a golden road full of sunshine.
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Entering the Niangniang Temple, Zhong Mingwei gave incense to the maiden, and then under the guidance of the young monk, she went to the backyard to wash and change her clothes.
"It has been a long time since I have seen someone as devout as a donor," the young monk was very young, but he was very lively at the age of sixteen or seven, and it was an endless talk. "It rained last night, mountain road It must be muddy and difficult to do. I did not expect that the donor could still kneel up the mountain all the way. The donor ’s sincerity must make the sons and daughters move, and they can bless the safety of your mother and son. "
"Thank you Master," Zhong Mingwei folded his hands to the young monk and glanced at a nun in the opposite Zen room who was kneeling in front of the Buddha statue and chanting with his eyes closed. Zhong Mingwei paused and stopped, and when he spoke again, the voice came Shivering, "She ... why is she here?"
"Ah? Who do you say, the donor?" The young monk stared at Zhong Mingwei, and then introduced, "That's Mr. Jinghui from Wutai Mountain, it seems that her family is about to give birth, She came from Wutai Mountain to our Miaofeng Mountain to pray for her family. She is very religious. She chants the scriptures every day except for her meal and rest. "
"When did she come?" Zhong Mingwei's complex face looked far away from Jinghui who was chanting the prayers. Jinghui has shaved her hair, and her appearance and temperament are very different from before. Her face is 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, so she looks like she is ten years older than Zhong Mingwei, but she has an unprecedented temperament on her body, a string of beads, a cup of fragrant tea In a gray robe, there is no Jinghui blessed by Jinfu and Zhuhui, so calm and elegant.
"Oh, is she coming almost two months now?" The little monk frowned and thought for a while, then he was busy again, "She said that she would pray for the family for seven, seven, forty-nine days, just now. On the last day, she will be forty-nine days away, and she will leave tomorrow. "