The plateau of the southwestern frontier.
On the vast land, a man with a slender figure like jade, dressed in simple clothes, knelt on his knees with each step he took, put his hands together, prostrated himself on the ground, and banged his forehead heavily on the ground.
The sun was shining brightly, the scorching sun made the earth scorching, but the man with a proud character still bowed firmly.
It seemed as if nothing could stop him from moving forward, bowing his head with every step.
The man stood up tremblingly, looked straight ahead, silently prayed in his heart, and knelt down and kowtowed again.
The beads of sweat on his face fell to the ground, making a slight sound.
When the man stood up again, he felt a sharp pain in his numb knees. His body swayed slightly and he almost fell to the ground.
"Brother Lan!"
The two men behind him exclaimed and rushed forward at the same time.
When they reached out to help him, Xie Lanzhi waved his hands and said in a hoarse voice: "I'm fine!"
If one is sincere, his wish will come true. He must experience all the sufferings personally.
Xie Lanzhi took another step forward and repeated his previous pious kowtow.
Amuti and Langye stood there, looking at his increasingly thin body, and repeated the same action while shaking gently.
Lang Ye wiped his red eyes and cursed: "Fuck! I can't stand it!"
In the past two months, he witnessed with his own eyes how a man of noble birth knelt devoutly to worship the gods and Buddhas. From the initial surprise to the absurdity and heartache that followed, his psychological defenses were on the verge of collapse.
How much does a person love someone to be willing to kowtow every step of the way, just to wish the person he loves peace and happiness.
Amuti took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed one to Langye.
"You haven't slept for two days in a row. Your eyes are red. Have a cigarette to sober yourself up."
Lang Ye thought to himself that his eyes were not red from staying up late, but because he felt sorry for Xie Lanzhi who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth.
But he said nothing, and he knew that Amuti knew it very well and was warning him implicitly.
In his early years, Xie Lanzhi was the leader of the children of the aristocratic families in Sijiu City. Later, relying on his own strength and his family's full efforts, he became the man who reached the top and sat firmly on the supreme throne.
A man of his status, position, ability to plan and be respected does not need anyone's sympathy!
Lang Ye took the cigarette, lit it tremblingly, and took a deep puff.
“Cough cough cough!!!”
Because he took too deep the first puff, Lang Ye coughed violently several times.
The tears in my eyes flowed out in an instant.
When Amuti saw this, a helpless arc appeared on his lips.
Lang Ye still had the chance to cry, but he could only feel his heart broken and suppress all emotions.
Lang Ye took advantage of being choked by the smoke and cried silently.
The cigarette was halfway burned, Lang Ye calmed down, bit the cigarette butt with his teeth, and looked at Xie Lanzhi's receding figure.
"Brother Lan, when will this end for you?"
"When my sister-in-law wakes up, it will be over."
The cigarette butt in Lang Ye's mouth was deformed by his teeth.
Wait for Qin Shu to wake up?
Two months have passed, will she wake up?
Three hours later.
Xie Lanzhi came to a magnificent hall filled with the scent of Buddhist incense, and was led by a monk to the Buddha statue enshrined in the hall.
The monk handed over three incense sticks and said, "Donor, what do you want?"
Xie Lanzhi stretched out his scarred hand, took the three incense sticks with a trembling hand, raised his forehead high, and stood straight under the Buddha statue.
His handsome face was enveloped by the holy light in the temple, his eyes were slightly closed, and his voice was hoarse but calm.
"I pray that my wife will be healthy, safe and happy every year, and live a life without worries and happiness."
The monk looked at him with pity and said calmly, "If you are sincere, your wish will come true."
Xie Lanzhi knelt down again and kowtowed respectfully and devoutly.
He opened his eyes, looked up at the Buddha statue that was emitting golden light, and silently prayed in his heart.
"May all the sufferings in the world befall me, so that my wife can be healthy, safe and happy every year, and have no worries in her life."
He knelt upright on the mat, repeating silently what he wanted over and over again.
The sweat on Xie Lanzhi's forehead slid down his handsome face with clear contours and a thin body.
A drop of sweat fell to the ground and broke into eight petals.
When Amuti and Langye knelt down after Xie Lan, they also knelt straight on the solid floor.
There was only one thing they asked for.
——If the gods and Buddhas really exist, please open their eyes and stop torturing the man who has never bowed his head in his entire life.
An hour later.
Xie Lanzhi's knees could no longer hold him down, and he finally stood up unsteadily.
Amuti and Langyeka walked quickly forward, supporting him on the left and right.
This time, Xie Lanzhi did not refuse.
He glanced with calm eyes at the Xie family's confidants who were standing in an orderly line outside the hall, and tilted his head towards them.
Three henchmen, carrying suitcases, stepped through the threshold of the hall.
Xie Lanzhi said weakly to the monk who had received him before, "I am originally a layman. My wife is not feeling well, so I came here to ask for the protection of the gods here. This is a small gift from me, which can be used for making a golden statue or repairing it."
Xie family's confidants opened the three suitcases, revealing the dazzling gold inside.
The monk's eyes were almost dazzled, and he stared at the gold in shock and astonishment.
Xie Lanzhi nodded slightly, turned around and left, and the suitcase full of gold was placed on the clean and tidy ground.
The way down the mountain was easier to walk, but this journey to pray to Buddha was too long. When Xie Lan and his group returned to where the private plane was parked, it was already dark.
Amuti almost carried Xie Lanzhi onto the plane.
"Brother Lan, eat something, it's still hot."
He brought a bowl of noodles to Xie Lanzhi, knelt on one knee, and fed the man himself.
Xie Lanzhi, who had already used up all his energy, looked listless: "Not hungry——"
The voice was barely audible, and sounded a bit weak and hoarse.
Amuti knelt down with his other leg and begged, "Brother Lan, please eat a little. You won't be able to stand it. If your sister-in-law knew that you tortured yourself like this, she would not only be sad, but also cry because she felt sorry for you."
When Qin Shu was mentioned, Xie Lanzhi's tightly closed eyelids moved slightly.
Amuti still kept his hands moving, as if he was sure that Xie Lanzhi would eat obediently.
Sure enough, not long after, Xie Lanzhi opened his eyes and slowly opened his mouth.
Amuti cried with joy and fed him skillfully.
The pilot came over and asked, "Sir, where are we going next?"
Amuti answered quickly: "Yunzhen."
Given Xie Lanzhi's current condition, he is no longer able to continue kneeling down to visit another temple or Taoist temple.
At this time, the wisest choice is to return to Yunzhen to rest.
Xie Lanzhi was about to open his mouth to refuse, but then he closed his mouth silently because of something he thought of.
Seeing that he didn't stop him, Amuti thought it meant he agreed, and a look of joy appeared on his face, as if he was about to cry.
However, after returning to Yunzhen, Xie Lanzhi, who had recovered his strength after a good sleep, headed towards the highest Taoist temple in Yunxiao Mountain with a determined attitude.
There is a legend about the Taoist temple in Yunxiao Mountain.
As long as you kowtow with each step and continue to bow up the 88,000 steps without interruption, whatever you desire will come true.
Until now, no one has ever heard of anyone succeeding because it is as difficult as climbing to heaven!
No matter how healthy or strong a person is, he or she cannot climb 88,000 steps.
Even if someone really did it, they would probably lose their life.
When Amuti and Langye learned of Xie Lanzhi's decision, their faces turned pale with fright.
That's 88,000 steps. Xie Lanzhi just came back from Lhasa, and his over-exhausted body can't support it at all!
Amuti grabbed Xie Lanzhi's sleeve to stop him from getting in the car.
"Brother Lan! Let's go back to Yushan Village. Sister-in-law is still waiting for you!"
There was a hint of trembling and pleading in his horrified tone.
Xie Lanzhi lowered his eyes, staring at Amuti's hand holding his sleeve, and said in a cold voice: "Let go!"
Amuti shook his head: "No, someone will die!"
Lang Ye stepped forward to stop him: "Brother Lan, even if you really want to go to Yunxiao Mountain, you have to rest for two days. Your body can't stand it now."
Xie Lanzhi said nothing, staring coldly at Amuti and Langye. The oppressive feeling around him surged like a tide, making people feel suffocated.
A dangerous light flashed across his eyes, and his voice was hoarse: "Don't make me repeat it a second time."
Amuti stared into Xie Lanzhi's dangerous black eyes and subconsciously let go of his hand.
But he did not give up the persuasion, he knelt on one knee and begged: "Brother Lan, please, can you not go today?"
Amuti's kneeling really annoyed Xie Lanzhi, and he kicked him away.
"Ah Shu hasn't woken up yet. She only has a few days left to live. If you let me rest now, you're forcing her to die!"
Xie Lanzhi knew very well that his body couldn't take it.
But Qin Shu couldn't wait any longer!
Amuti and Langye remained silent, and their close associates also bowed their heads.
Xie Lanzhi pushed Lang Ye who was blocking the way away, got in the car, and closed the door in one go.
late at night.
On the steps leading to the Yunxiao Mountain Taoist temple, a man in a white shirt kowtowed with each step. His movements were smooth at the beginning, but later became slower and slower, and he almost fell on the steps several times.
This scene attracted the Taoist priests from the temple to come down the mountain to check.
The tens of thousands of steps behind the man were filled with a strong smell of blood.
That was Xie Lanzhi climbing up step by step, his pants were torn, and his knees were bruised by stones and bleeding.
An old man in Taoist robes said a word of mercy and personally went down the mountain to welcome the distinguished guest who came tonight.
"The steps are stained with blood, which shows that the donor's request is very great. The Taoist temple is probably unable to help."
This was a straightforward way of persuading Xie Lanzhi to stop doing useless work.
Xie Lanzhi stood up, his body shaky, and looked at the old Taoist on the stairs.
"I just want to be at peace, so please be flexible, Taoist priest."
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