In the Wanfu Pavilion, incense is lingering. On the golden bed in the center of the ground, a woman with a slender figure and a protruding belly is kneeling. She has her eyes closed, her hands clasped together, and she is reciting silently with a pious look on her face.

Because of her pregnancy, her fair cheeks were covered with light spots, but this could not conceal her beauty - she was a very beautiful woman with a deep sadness in her expression.

I don’t know how long I knelt before a gust of wind blew by, blowing away all the smoke from the incense burner outside the temple. The woman kneeling in front of the Buddha statue had red eyes and was choked to tears.

There were not many pilgrims who came to offer incense and worship Buddha today. They were in twos and threes, and no one paid attention to this woman. This is the last main hall in Yonghe Temple. There are tens of thousands of small Buddha statues. Because "Buddha" and "Fu" have the same pronunciation, it is named

For "Wanfu Pavilion"

In the main hall, a statue of Maitreya carved from a whole piece of sandalwood quietly stares at the men and women in the world.

The woman endured her swollen and painful eyes and knelt down to worship the Buddha statue. She had been waiting for nearly a day.

From morning to evening, she didn't drink a sip of water or eat a grain of rice. She just knelt here just to see one person.

The presiding master standing outside the hall shook his head, lowered his head, closed his eyes and recited "Amitabha", pondered for a moment, and then walked in.

"Female donor, why are you doing this? As the saying goes, your destiny is over, so don't be obsessed with it anymore."

The master's face was calm, but his gaze towards the woman already had a trace of pity, falling on her belly. He even lowered his eyes with regret, thinking "sin"

"Master, I know that there is no turning back. I just want to see him once, just once... I beg you!"

The woman cried out, but quickly raised her hand to wipe the corners of her eyes. After hearing this, she walked a few steps to the host, grabbed his cassock and begged him hard.

"Master, monks are compassionate. I know that you have lost all your emotions and desires, but I still have something to say to him... I beg you!"

After saying that, she couldn't help but kowtow her head vigorously. Every blow was extremely hard, and her forehead hit the ground. After a few blows, there were wet marks on the ground. The woman's forehead was broken and blood was oozing out.

"Female donor, please stop this!"

I didn't expect that she would be so determined. She comes here every day and kneels all day long. Now she is kowtowing non-stop. It's really pitiful.

"In this case, I will ask if he is willing..."

In a dilemma, the host had no choice but to relent, hold the woman's arms, and let her stand up first.

After hearing the host's words clearly, the woman suddenly raised her head, with strong joy in her eyes, pressed his arm tightly, and said in surprise: "Really?"

Nodding slightly, the host had to make an exception and turned around to walk towards the monk's house.

Seeing that the host finally agreed to her request, the woman quickly wiped the blood stains on her forehead with the back of her hand, patted her tear-stained cheeks, and tucked her somewhat messy hair behind her ears.

It had been a long time since she had seen Huaitong, the tall man with the gentlest smile, the man who said he would pamper her for the rest of her life, no, for the rest of her life.

There was a sudden pain in the heart, he and she finally ended up not happy - a story like "Rouge Button", she fell in love with him, he also fell in love with her, but at the last second, he hesitated

She begged him to take her away, to fly far away, to start a new life in a place where no one knew anyone.

But he couldn't let go of his glory and wealth, let alone the great career that was at his fingertips. He put it off as long as he could. She finally saw his intentions clearly and left quietly.

For a woman who has been well-fed since she was a child, has lost the blessing of her family, and has no social experience, you can imagine what will happen to her.

At this moment, she was surprised to find that she was pregnant and it was his child.

Her only bloodline, his only flesh and blood, she wanted to tell him so much, but she waited and waited for the news that he would become a monk!

While she was thinking about it, subtle footsteps came from behind, interrupting the woman's memories. She turned back with joy and shouted: "Huaitong!"

I don’t want to, there is only the returning host behind me, no one else

"Master! Where is he? Where is he?"

The woman was anxious. She endured the stiffness of her legs, staggered over and asked urgent questions.

The host shook his head, took out a hand-sewn cloth bag from his sleeve, put it into her hand, clasped his hands together and responded: "All dharmas are caused by causes and conditions, and all dharmas are destroyed by causes and conditions. This is the case in the world. Female donor, since he has jumped out

If you are outside the Three Realms and are not among the Five Elements, why should you be too persistent if you devote yourself to worshiping the Buddha?"

The woman's eyes were glazed over for a moment. After a long time, she grabbed the bag with trembling hands and asked tremblingly: "What is this?"

The host gently brushed a fallen leaf off her shoulder and replied softly: "His hair loss."

He doesn't see her, he doesn't want to see her!

Her legs gave way, and the woman fell to the ground, holding a cloth bag that weighed as much as a thousand pounds. She was in a daze at first, and then started crying and laughing.

Qiao Huaitong, you lied to me, you lied to me!

She repeated it over and over again, tears streaming down her face, until she almost went blind.

In the main hall, the solemn Buddha statue still looks down at all things in the world with a compassionate face, neither happy nor sad.

Holding the bag containing the man's hair, the woman returned to the narrow alley where she temporarily lived with a blank look on her face. This was a slum-like existence in the city, where thieves, prostitutes and a large number of unemployed people lived, making it dirty and poor.

It was already dark, and a small light bulb illuminated this bungalow of less than ten square meters. The woman was sitting on the bed, holding a pair of scissors tightly in her hand.

For a second, or maybe longer, she really thought about dying

However, when the fetus in her belly kicked her hard because of hunger, she began to cry. The ant was still alive, and she could not deprive this new life of its right to come into the world.

After thinking again and again, she cut off a strand of her hair. It was very long, more than twenty centimeters.

Under the dim light, she carefully opened the cloth bag given to her by the host. As expected, there were some short and hard hair belonging to men inside.

We can't share the same quilt in life, and we can't share the same hole in death, but at least, she can still marry him.

We are married as husband and wife, loving each other forever

The woman was lying on the bedside, twisting the broken hair bit by bit into her long hair, dividing it into several strands, and laboriously braiding the hair into a braid.

At the end of March in Beijing, the chill of late winter still lingered, and the night was very cold. Even though the quilt was tightly wrapped around her body, the woman was still shivering from the cold.

She sewed the braid into her underwear, hugged it, and let the tears in her eyes freeze into ice.

More than two months later, the woman gave birth to a tiny baby girl in a dilapidated bungalow. Due to severe malnutrition, the baby only weighed a pitiful four pounds and was as small as a cat.

However, the imperial capital, which had always been rainy, suddenly cleared up on that day, and soon entered the hot summer.

The woman smiled while holding the baby girl who was slurping milk desperately. She thought that even if she gave up her dignity as a human being and became a prostitute, she would still have to work hard to support her and grow up.
Chapter completed!