The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 1282: Master Jinghui

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"Master, please drink some water to moisten it. It's the hottest weather in autumn." Kong Wenmin was so busy that he took out the water bag from his waist and handed it over.

Zhong Mingwei took a sip of water and handed the water bag back to Kong Wenmin.

"Sir, I know that you are sincere and sincere, but after all, this mountain road is muddy and rugged. How about we find another way?" Kong Wenmin looked at the sweat on Zhong Mingwei's face and the mud all over his body. Worried but unable to bear it, "Master, this road is really difficult."

"Is it difficult?" Zhong Mingwei pursed his lips and asked. He stretched out his hand and stuffed the stone pendant that slipped out of his collar back. Then, while looking down at the way he came, he murmured, "The most difficult road is also It’s not like I haven’t passed by before.”

Kong Wenmin was startled and didn't understand. He asked in a low voice: "Sir, what do you mean by that?"

Zhong Mingwei shook his head and said nothing further, then turned around and continued to kneel towards the mountain, and Kong Wenmin was too busy to follow.

Yes, the most difficult road is not one that has not been walked before.

In the winter of that year, how did he, a paralytic, send the girl who was unconscious from the fever down the mountain? He had not remembered it for a long time, but every time he thought about it, he could not help but feel palpitations and fear. , that road was really difficult to walk. It was clearly dawn, but there was no light in sight. The darkness was full of ice, snow, blood, and even the smell of death. He crawled on such a bumpy and rugged road. I pushed the door panel forward with difficulty, my cotton coat had long been worn out, my knees, hands and feet were dripping with blood from the cold, hard and uneven ground. Gradually I could no longer feel the pain. It was because I was numb from the cold, and even the blood was bleeding. He couldn't come out, but the girl he tied to the door panel kept silent from beginning to end, and couldn't even cry out in pain. He had never been so scared, nor had he been so helpless and desperate. Thirty The three-year-old man gritted his teeth against the cold wind to prevent himself from crying, and called in a hoarse voice to the girl who refused to pay any attention to him...

That is really the most difficult road to walk, and also the darkest road.

Fortunately, it finally came to an end. Fortunately, he and his girl finally walked hand in hand on a golden avenue filled with sunshine.

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After entering the Empress Temple, Zhong Mingwei offered incense to the Empress, and then under the guidance of the young monk, she went to the backyard to wash and change clothes.

"It's been a long time since I've seen someone as pious as the donor." The young monk was young, only sixteen or seventeen years old. He was very lively and kept talking. It rained, and the mountain road must have been muddy and difficult to navigate. I didn’t expect that the donor could kneel down and worship all the way up the mountain. The donor’s sincerity must have moved the mother-in-law who gave birth to the child, and he will surely keep your mother and son safe.”

"Thank you so much, little master," Zhong Mingwei said to the little monk with his hands clasped together. He glanced at a nun in the Zen room opposite who was kneeling in front of the Buddha statue with her eyes closed and chanting sutras. Zhong Mingwei suddenly stopped and when he spoke again, His voice trembled, "She...why is she here?"

"Ah? Who are you talking about as the donor?" The young monk was startled, followed Zhong Mingwei's gaze, and then introduced, "That is Master Jinghui from Wutai Mountain. It seems that there is a daughter-in-law in her family who is about to die. She was in labor, and she came all the way from Mount Wutai to our Miaofeng Mountain to pray for her family. She was very pious, and besides eating and resting every day, she kept reciting sutras."

"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 head, and her appearance and temperament were very different from before. Her appearance was obviously aging. There are fine lines at the corners of her eyes, and her skin is no longer as delicate and fair as before. She looks like she is more than ten years older than Zhong Mingwei, but she has a magnanimity that was not seen before. A string of Buddhist beads, A cup of fragrant tea, wearing a gray robe, without the Jinghui blessed by the brocade robes and pearls, so calm and elegant.

"Oh, she has been here almost two months, right?" The young monk frowned and thought for a moment, and then said hurriedly, "She said she wanted to chant sutras and pray for her family for seventy-seven and forty-nine days. Today happens to be the last day, so she has been here for forty-nine days and will leave tomorrow."