Twists and turns hovering through the mountains, and some sections of the road are half submerged in the river. It can be said that walking the mountain road every day is a kind of practice.

The mountain path was narrow, and I followed the group of pilgrims. Watching them stop and go, praying there from time to time, my heart calmed down.

Before the sun had fully risen, I climbed to the temple on the mountainside.

"Donor, do you want to offer incense or take morning class."

As I was about to enter the door, a small novice stopped me.

"I want to plant Futian, dare to ask the little master, is the host free today?"

The little monk was stunned, as if he didn't expect me to find the host as soon as I came up.

His face was very entangled, and after a while, he folded his hands and nodded at me slightly: "Donor, even if you add more incense to the temple, the old man who presides over him will not see you." ”

"Little master, please pass it on, I'm from the Qibaoshan subway station under the mountain." Seeing that no one was paying attention, I removed my gloved right hand, and before I knew it, the color of the handprint had turned black.

The little monk's face also became very wonderful after seeing the handprint.

Red and blue, his face full of shock, without saying a word, led me inside.

"Donor, please come with me, the little monk will take you to meet the host."

His nervousness also made my heart flutter.

Didn't Brother Dong say that it was nothing serious? Why is the little monk a Buddhist disciple shocked?

The little monk walked so fast that I had to trot to catch up with him.

I don't know how many turns I made, but I felt that the heavy Buddha music in my ears was gradually moving away from me.

Just when I thought I was in another world, he finally stopped in front of a small courtyard.

Turned to me and said respectfully: "Donor, the abbot is inside, please." ”

"There's Master Lao."

The door was hidden, and a slight push revealed the whole courtyard.

Different from the courtyard that I walked through, there was a thatched hut in front of me, which looked very simple, and seemed to be about to fall apart when the wind blew.

As soon as I stepped in with my back foot, the door behind me was automatically monked.

"What problems did the female benefactor encounter?"

An old but kind voice sounded in my ears, and I followed the source of the sound, and an old monk was sitting on the futon in the left aisle, looking at me with a smile.

His face was thin, and his eyebrows and beard were gray. But those eyes were very attentive and full of wisdom.

"I've seen Master Abbot."

I didn't know the formal Buddhist etiquette, so I had to follow his example and fold my hands, but instead of accepting my salute, he took out a yellow futon from behind me and placed it in front of me.

"Sit down, donor, it's already very hard for you to guard there, so you don't need to be polite."

"Does the master know about our subway station?"

The old monk didn't answer, but raised his hand and poured me a glass of water.

There are no tea leaves in the cup, but there is a faint aroma of tea.

"Donor, there are some things that you don't know better than you know. Tell me about your troubles. ”

The old monk was still smiling, looking very kind, but that smile didn't reach the bottom of his eyes.

Maybe it's because I'm thinking too much, I actually have a sense of rejection for the master in front of me.

"Donor." He called me softly again.

The letter passed his hand suspiciously, and his face became serious.

"Is it serious?"

The old monk shook his head, got up and fumbled in the cabinet beside him, and took out a cloth ball, which was full of silver needles.

While I was stunned, the needle, which was an inch full, had pierced the back of my hand.

The dark blood ran down the back of my hand and fell to the ground, and it smoked when it fell to the ground, but the monk looked the same as usual, just reading the scriptures by himself.

Finally, when the blood turned normal red, he picked up the gauze on the side and bandaged his hand.

I was about to say thank you, but he grabbed me by the wrist.

The kindness on his face was gone, and his mouth trembled.

"You're pregnant!"

The teacup falls to the ground, and the soup splashes.

But the old monk held my wrist tightly and closed his eyes.

"Master, you must be mistaken, I'm not married, where did the child come from!"

"It can't be wrong, it can't be wrong!"

"Master, if you don't let go, my hand will be broken!" I tried to pull my wrist back, but the old monk pushed harder and harder.

There was seriousness between my eyebrows, and a pair of eyes stared at my stomach.

After half a sound, he let go of my hand and said to me, "Girl, are you willing to take refuge in my Buddha?" ”