What does it mean to be stormy and difficult to move an inch? Myokora has a deep understanding at this moment. Heavy rain carries the wind, and the wind fuels the rain. pounced on Miaoku's body, and Miaoku's body was shaky.

He knelt in the rain, opened the package and took out the coat, and the flatbread was already soft into a lump. Pulling out the thorns in the palm of the palm, the flesh and blood in the palm were blurred, and some small thorns were confused in the flesh and blood, and they couldn't be distinguished.

Wrap your palms around your palms, bend down and hug the trees, and move upwards little by little. Finally to the top of the mountain, a solitary temple sits on the top of the mountain.

The wind and rain at the top of the mountain were even more violent, and he tried his best to stabilize his body so as not to be blown down by the wind and rain. Every time he took a step forward, the wind and the rain tried to make him take two steps back.

Half of the walls of the temple had collapsed, and the doors were wide open, swaying from side to side by the wind and rain.

Miao Kong moved in sideways, and he was now a soup chicken. The water on the ground was so deep that his feet were soaked in muddy water.

A clay statue sits on the Buddha nunnery, which should have been colored in the past, and there are mottled faint traces.

The clay sculpture lowered his eyes and smiled, with a calm and calm expression, regardless of the wind and rain, I was calm and calm.

Myokora couldn't tell which Buddha was enshrined here. chanting with closed palms; "There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south."

After worshipping reverently twice, a layer of dust accumulated on the incense case, and he blew hard twice, but the dust did not move at all. He lifted the sleeves of his coat, which were wet enough to be used as a rag, rubbing against the incense table.

He took out the soft flatbread and offered it on the incense table, and prayed: "The Buddhist disciple goes out to travel far away, and hopes that the Buddha will bless him." ”

The Buddha statue has lowered its eyes and smiled, and its eyebrows are kind. He stood in front of the Buddha statue and squeezed out a smile at the Buddha statue. Afraid that the Buddha statue would dislike him for smiling insincerely, he raised his hand to pinch his cheek and stretched it to both sides.

He turned and leaned against the incense desk, watching the pouring rain outside. As the saying goes, the house leak happened to rain overnight, is his situation at this moment considered this situation?

He calculated his itinerary and crossed the Yellow River to Xinzhou. It takes ten days and half a month to reach Wutai Mountain.

Holding the pilgrimage heart all the way forward, he encouraged himself. Take out the rice bowl and go to the door to catch the rainwater outside.

The rain swept over the rice bowl, and he took a few sips of rootless water in his hand, and drank three bowls of rootless water in a row, and his stomach was cold.

I went to the incense table and took out the flatbread from the package, put my feet on the threshold, and looked at the white expanse between the world and the world outside. Eat the flatbread slowly.

He lived incognito in another capacity. Maybe the rest of my life is to survive in the world with the title of Miaokong.

He evaporated from the world without knowing how his mother should care about him. Fortunately, he adhered to his mother's will and married a concubine, and his wife and children would stay with his mother, so that his mother would not grow old and be helpless.

He was glad that he had chosen to follow his mother's wishes. This is also the only place where he can let go of his mother when he is on the run.

It was getting dark, and there were no lamps, candles, incense oil, or anything like that in the temple. Miaokong leaned against the incense case, listening to the wind and rain outside.

He leaned back, and the incense case swayed, so frightened that he quickly stood up straight, not daring to touch the incense case again. What if the incense case falls and the Buddha statue falls.

One of his Buddhist disciples did the destruction of the Buddha statue, and the Buddha didn't blame him. Myoku Station was straight, and it was pitch black in all directions.

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There was a rumbling in my stomach, and along with the sound of my stomach, there was a colic.

It's bad, he screamed, hugged his belly and ran out, rushing into the rain. Running two steps closely, he crouched down two feet away from the temple.

He squatted for a long time, and his stomach was always unclean, so he had no choice but to squat on the ground and couldn't get up. He clasped his knees in his hands and buried his head in the crook of his elbows.

I felt sleepy in a daze. There were two muffled rumbles, and he almost didn't jump.

Two muffled sounds came not far away. He quickly stood up and listened intently, but there was no sound except the sound of wind and rain.

The birds and beasts in the mountains and forests do not come out to forage for food in such bad weather. He listened quietly for a while, making sure that nothing was unusual, and then walked towards the temple.

He had just gone out for a long time before everything changed. The temple that had just provided him with a foothold would be unrecognizable and a pile of rubble.

Myoka looked up and laughed loudly at the night sky. Laughing and laughing, tears came down. Rain and tears flowed into his mouth. The bean-sized raindrops crackled and hit his face, and Myoka crouched down, covering his face with his hands, and a whining cry spilled out from between his fingers.

The Buddha really blessed him and let him leave the temple and escape. This dilapidated temple has finally died under the erosion of wind and rain. And he did not accompany the burial for the temple.

His parcels and rice bowl were crushed under the rubble. Is the Buddha statue buried under the rubble still smiling calmly?

Myoka whimpered, but her mind ran to the question. The thought of having such a ridiculous question made him burst into tears and laughed again.

Myokora will cry and laugh. Well, he stood up and comforted himself by saying that if you don't die in a great calamity, you will be blessed. He left at that time, and it happened that the temple collapsed at that time.

He shouted loudly at the dark night, against the wind and rain raging in the dark night, "Life goes on." I, Myokaku, will not be defeated by fate. ”

With his free hands, he carefully touched a tall tree, which was overgrown with weeds, and he sat on the grass leaning against the trunk. With his hands clasped around his arms, he buried his head in the crook of his arm like an ostrich.

I don't know when he fell asleep in a daze. In the stormy mountain forest, he actually sat under a tree and fell asleep.

He woke up in the night from the cold, and his body was as cold as ice. He stood up and forced himself to walk in circles through the trees, circle after circle, until the blood in his body was circulating again, and his hands and feet felt hot.

Then he sat down again to rest. But I don't dare to close my eyes and recuperate, for fear that I will fall asleep without paying attention.

It rained for a day and a night, and Miaokong walked for half a night on a rainy night. As the day brightened, he made his way to the rubble, trying to find the package.

He walked around the rubble twice, with nowhere to start, and finally gave up. Go down the hill and follow the official road.

Five days later he came to the edge of the Yellow River. You don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and not returning. You don't see the sad white hair of Gao Tang Mingjing, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk.

The fruit of the Yellow River is worthy of its name, and the turbid waves have the potential to overwhelm the mountains and seas.

Miaokong sat on the ground on the edge of the Yellow River and felt the majestic momentum of the Yellow River. His mind suddenly became spacious, and the boredom that had been bumpy and tired all the way flowed away with the rolling waves.

A strangely shaped ship sails through rough seas. Sometimes the hull of the ship is thrown to the crest of the wave, and sometimes it falls into the trough of the wave. The heart that sees the empty sky rises and falls with the waves.