Chapter 1093 Buddha Beads

Niu Erbao didn't drive up the mountain, and there was no road built on the mountain, so he parked the car at the bottom of the mountain and walked up.

Niu Erbao and Wang Daming are both young people, and they have strength and energy.

Zeng He was old, and after climbing a few steps up, he gasped for breath.

Wang Daming was really afraid that the old leader would lie down before he climbed halfway up the mountain, so they would have to carry each other down the mountain.

"Old leader, can you do it?" Wang Daming said worriedly.

"Okay, why not, it's just that I usually exercise less, and I always sit in the office and breathe more fresh air." In order not to lose face, Zeng Henian calmed his breath before finishing speaking.

Since becoming a government cadre, I usually sit in the office when I go to work, and I rarely go out to exercise.

Over time, the bones of this body became weaker and weaker, and as he got older, the sequelae of not exercising appeared.

A month ago, he also went to the hospital for an examination and found a herniated disc in his lumbar spine.

The doctor told him that he needed to rest for a while so that the disease could be cured.

You should also exercise more, don't stay all the time, and go for a walk in the park.

Halfway up the mountain, the old leader was panting, his face was pale, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he looked like he was about to burp, so frightened that Wang Daming hurriedly handed over mineral water.

"Let's drink some water first."

The old leader took the water, took a sip, stood for a long time, calmed his breath, and then dared to sit down and rest.

"No, no better than you young people." Zeng Henian sighed.

After the three of them rested for a while, they continued to climb up, Wang Daming was afraid that Zeng Henian's feet would slip and turn down with a gurgling face, then it is estimated that he will have to make headlines on the front page tomorrow morning.

So what does he Wang Daming say to others?

Along the way, he was terrified, and when he got to the point, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The temple of fairies has appeared in front of you.

Wang Daming went straight to the fairy temple, wanting to find a ruthless master, he met a nun with a hair practice, and asked: "Is the ruthless master here?" ”

"The master has already come down the mountain." The female disciple glanced at Wang Daming curiously and said.

"Didn't I come last time yet..."Wang Daming was a little puzzled.

"When was the last time you came?"

"Last year."

"The master left last month, she has already returned to the vulgar, she said that her roots have not been broken, and she wants to go to the red dust to practice."

"Will she come back?"

"The master said that meeting is fate, parting is fate, there is no definite number of fate, if there is fate, one day we will see you again."

After the female disciple finished politely, she looked Wang Daming up and down, and said again: "What is the name of the donor?" ”

Wang Daming was stunned for a long time, pondering the words left by the ruthless master.

Buddhists believe that the gathering of people is a kind of fate, cultivated in the past life, and repaid in the present life.

It's just that in Wang Daming's view, the so-called fate is actually not determined by heaven, but artificial.

As long as you want to see it, it is a deep edge, and if you don't want to see it, it is a shallow edge.

"My name is Wang Daming." Wang Daming said.

The female disciple was also stunned, and only came back to her senses after a long time and said, "The master left something for the donor." ”

"For me?"

Wang Daming was a little confused, when he met the ruthless master, he went to the fairy temple with Qiao Lao to see Qiao Lao's old friend, at that time the ruthless was just a disciple, and then her master died, so he let the ruthless inherit the mantle.

He looked around at Yiqiē, a little stunned, once upon a time, there was a person he knew here, and now he is also gone.

In the vast sea of people, I don't know when we will be able to meet, leaving the word fate, but I can't figure it out.

Zeng Henian and Niu Erbao sat outside the temple to rest, the cool breeze was blowing, the air was fresh, and the eyes were all green trees.

The leaves rustle in the wind, and some unnamed wildflowers bloom on the roadside.

"What a place." Zeng Henian sighed.

"I was in the first place, and I often come when I have time." Niu Erbao said with a smile.

"When I retire, I also want to find a good place with green mountains and green waters, and when I am old, I will bury my bones in the mountains and rivers." Zeng Henian also smiled.

In his eyes, Wujiang City is a world composed of countless reinforced concrete, and in that world, only cold stones and hurried crowds are visible.

There are competitors who ask for you, and flatter your subordinates, who want to take your place, and have inexhaustible conspiracies.

Intrigue has become commonplace, and he is always cautious when he sits in his position.

Sweating, feeling the cool breeze, and a piece of green mountains and green water, there seems to be a trance of rebirth, and a moment of rest makes Zeng Henian feel precious in his heart.

He began to like this place, but this enjoyment was only a blink of an eye, he was the leader of the municipal party committee, he was destined not to stay here, his location was in the bustling city center of Wujiang City, the core of political power - the municipal party committee building.

It was not the place that fascinated him, but the power there, he was so used to the power that came with it, and he was afraid of losing.

He loved it, but it didn't give him what he needed.

Inside the Temple of the Nymphs.

The female disciple walked out of a side room, holding a small box in her hand, the box was wrapped in scotch tape, and the female disciple did not dare to open the package to see, but took the original to Wang Daming.

Wang Daming took the box, the box was very light, he didn't know what was inside, but it was something left to him by that friend, and he wanted to see it.

"Can you give me a wing, I want to see these things." Wang Daming said.

The female disciple nodded in agreement and led Wang Daming into the ruthless master's room.

"The master has instructed that the donor is a great benevolent person, this is her room, you can rest at will."

Wang Daming thanked him.

"Donor, take your time, I'll make tea."

After the female disciple finished speaking, she left.

Wang Daming rummaged through the drawer, found a pair of scissors, and cut the scotch tape.

He was inexplicably looking forward to and excited in his heart.

The box slowly opened, and inside was a thick blue diary, a grasshopper turned from grass, a butterfly, and a small humanoid wood carving.

Wang Daming picked it up and looked at it, and it looked a little similar to himself.

He found that in the diary, a small wooden skewer was sandwiched in the book, and he opened it to look at it, telling about the first time he went up the mountain and met the ruthless master.

That time, she was still a ruthless disciple, and seeing that Wang Daming was funny, she teased Wang Daming with kung fu, and Wang Daming was not annoyed later, and asked for kung fu instead.

Encounters are recorded in a diary.

The last time they met was a year ago, when Wang Daming and Langxi went to the Fairy Temple.

Desperately asked Wang Daming when he would come back.

Wang Daming said that during the Chinese New Year.

But that day, he didn't come back, and she felt a deep sense of loss, and she waited for this day for a long time.

Few people came to the fairy temple, and at that time, Wang Daming and Qiao Lao came over, and after seeing him ruthlessly, the girl's green feelings couldn't help but sprout, and then she was always worried.

Many years later, I thought I had forgotten it, but when I saw Wang Daming again last year, it made me feel desperate and return to the expectation I had when I was a child.

It turned out that it was not forgotten, but hidden deep in the heart.

In order not to let yourself be tormented in your thoughts, you can only hide deeply.

After a year of waiting, he made up his mind, and left the fairy temple to step into the red dust and appreciate the good and evil in the world.

Now at the age of twenty-four, she is in the prime of her youth, and she has already grown up to be generous and beautiful.

"When you see this diary, it means that you have already come, I don't know if this will be a few years later, maybe you have already forgotten about jì my storage zài in your busy work, forget jì this fairy temple where you and I got acquainted, there is a string of Buddhist beads in the box, it is a gift I met you a year ago, and I am going to give you a gift during the New Year."

"There is no time to see each other, and we will meet again."

There is only this one sentence at the end of the diary.

Wang Daming covered the diary and was silent for a long time, he didn't know that he was so affectionate to himself, how could he be lucky enough to be favored by a woman like Ruthless.

These things were left to him by desperation, but he couldn't take them with him.

The deep thoughts of despair are too heavy and too precious.

A qiē starts at the Fairy Temple, and a qiē also ends at the Fairy Temple.

Leave this thought here.

He sealed it all with transparent tape again, and only took the beads.

The female disciple in the temple came over and said that the other two donors were already drinking tea in the reception hall and invited him to come over as well.

Wang Daming nodded and glanced at the Buddha bead on his right wrist.

Subsequently, Wang Daming and the three chatted while drinking tea.

Zeng Henian also went to see the paintings of the fairy temple, those fairies are lifelike, like living creatures, and the silk is flying, playing and laughing in the smoke of the nine heavens.

When leaving, the female disciple said, "Donor, don't you take the master's things away?" ”

"No, when she comes back, please sue her."

Wang Daming paused and continued: "Thank you. ”

On the way down the mountain, Niu Erbao said: "Daming, something is wrong with your kid, what treasure did the ruthless master leave you?" ”

Wang Daming smiled: "A little gadget." ”

He stretched out his hand, and a string of shiny Buddha beads appeared in the sunlight, and a faint fragrance came out of the beads.

Zeng Henian said very knowingly: "Tiger ink agarwood." ”

He smiled again: "The ink will exude a fragrance within a certain range, which is a metaphor for the more a man lives, the more flavorful he is, which is the meaning of this Buddha bead." ”

Wang Daming smelled it, and a fragrance came to his nose, which reminded him of the smell of Ruthlessness, when he was just close, there was a fragrance attacking, it turned out to be this smell, and this bead string has always been on Ruthless's wrist.

This situation can be recalled, but it was already clear at the time.

Zeng Henian looked at Wang Daming with deep meaning, and said: "This bead string was given to you by a woman, it seems that Daming is not a shallow blessing, I think you have some affection for you." ”

Wang Daming smiled: "Look at what you said, let's go down the mountain, otherwise it will be dark." ”

As the sun sets, on the winding path, three oblique shadows gradually lengthen.

Wang Daming raised his head and looked into the distance, the clouds flowing between the mountains and the sky, under the afterglow of the setting sun, became bright as blood, which reminded him of the situation when he met the desperate love in the fairy temple many years ago.

At that time, her shy cheeks were as red as the sun.