After the old monk finished telling this story, the incense on the Buddhist altar had just burned out, and the faint agarwood lingered around the temple.

Tears were quietly sliding down from the corners of Li Changsheng's eyes with his eyes tightly closed.

Night has fallen outside the temple, and the monks in the temple have returned to their houses to rest.

There were tired birds chirping in the night. Jingdao looked down at his favorite disciple and sighed softly.

After drinking half a bowl of ginseng soup in the arms of the master, Li Changsheng closed his eyes and fell asleep in front of the old monk's temple...

The Bodhisattva on the altar lowered his eyebrows and looked at the disciples on the floor. A faint Buddha light enveloped him.

The old monk Jingdao stood up and opened the wooden window next to the Buddhist hall, letting the moonlight fall quietly on Li Changsheng.

Whose three lives are three lives? Mine are three lives.

Li Changsheng did not dream that night.

...

"After listening to the story I told, what do you think?"

The morning sun, like the moon last night, also shone on Li Changsheng's body.

"Master, is the little white wolf in that story a disciple? Is the little white wolf who made a contract with Buddha for three lives and three lives a disciple?"

Li Changsheng looked at the old monk and asked in a low voice.

"Whose three lives are important? What if it's you, so what if it's not you?" Jingdao looked at him and said lightly, with infinite compassion on his face.

"If you are a disciple, you may have to break your promise in this life. I wish to come back to the ancient Qingdeng Buddha in the next life to fulfill my promise with the Buddha." Li Changsheng looked up at the Bodhisattva on the altar and said quietly.

"What do you want?" Jingdao looked at him and asked seriously.

"I ask the master to fulfill the relationship between the disciple and the woman in the white dress who came to the temple to offer incense that day. The disciple is willing to transform into a stone bridge and walk on the road she must pass, under the sun, in the wind and rain, just to see her again..."

."

Li Changsheng said weakly.

"Even if I fulfill your wish, so what? Your destiny in this life has been missed."

The old monk looked at the unwilling disciples on the floor and said heartbrokenly.

"If the master is willing to help his disciple, and the disciple is willing to turn into a stone bridge in this life and be subject to five hundred years of wind and rain, I will definitely not drink that bowl of Meng Po soup in this reincarnation, and hope to meet the Buddha again in the next life.

.....so that I can fulfill the promise made thousands of years ago for three lives and three lifetimes..."

This time, Li Changsheng did not shed tears, and his face showed firm determination.

"Even if I promise you, what will happen to your parents, brothers and sisters in this world? They will be sad for you forever..."

Jingdao couldn't bear to look at his appearance anymore, even though his heart was as solid as a rock, he was a little moved.

"If the wish cannot be fulfilled, the disciple's life will be worse than death. In this case, it is better to live towards death."

Li Changsheng looked at him with a determined look on his face, without any fear.

...

The old monk was deeply shocked by Li Changsheng's words. He looked down at the disciple in front of him who was about to lose his life and murmured.

Even though he had been practicing for thousands of years, he was still unable to convince the determined disciple in front of him.

"You meditate in front of the Bodhisattva for three days. If you continue to insist on this wish after three days, my teacher will fulfill it for you."

The old monk quietly looked at the disciple lying in front of the Buddha, and looked at the golden spring light...

Li Changsheng struggled and nodded, with a happy smile on his face.

Even if you become a stone bridge, so what? Even if you are obsessed with this life, so what?

Because I want to!

With this sentence, I am willing, the Tao will exhaust all dharma in the world, and the Tao will exhaust the three thousand Taoist treasures in the Buddhist hall.

...

Three days later, the old monk told the monks in the temple that his favorite disciple had left.

Three days later, outside the mountain stream leading to the Bukong Temple in Mount Xumi in Baiyun Town, there was a dilapidated wooden bridge that turned into a stone bridge overnight.

Pilgrims who came to the temple to worship Buddha praised the merits of the temple for spending money to build the stone bridge.

All the monks were puzzled. Only the old monk lowered his eyebrows and remained silent.

One month later, Mrs. Li and Mrs. Liu came to the temple to find the old monk...

"This Shiqiao is your son, my most beloved disciple..."

The old monk led Mrs. Li and Mrs. Liu to the stone bridge and gently stroked the stone bridge, with tears in his eyes.

The three of them sat on the edge of the stone bridge, and the old monk told Mrs. Li and Mr. Liu the story of Li Changsheng.

"My poor son..." Ms. Liu hugged the railing of the stone bridge and cried bitterly.

The old monk looked at the sad two people and sighed softly, without showing any sadness or joy.

He said quietly: "His three lives must be completed by himself. He has the wisdom to live towards death. You should be happy for him. Life is just an experience. Living is just a measuring stick. It will have an end."

..."

Old Mrs. Li looked at the old monk and murmured: "Please allow me to build a wooden eaves for my son to protect him from the wind and rain. This can be regarded as the wish of our parents in this life."

When Mrs. Liu heard this, she nodded lightly, took out her silk scarf and wiped the tears on her face while looking at the old monk.

"He wants to go through five hundred years of wind and rain. If you want to protect him from the wind and rain, that's fine. Just do as you wish."

The old monk nodded gently, turned around and walked towards the temple in the mountain.

Not long after, the pilgrims who went up the mountain to worship Buddha discovered that a wooden corridor had been built above the stone bridge in the mountain stream.

On the wooden eaves on both sides of the corridor are signs that read: Wind and Rain Bridge.

Mr. Liu originally wanted to write about the mother-child bridge, but Mr. Li disagreed.

Later, after some discussion with the old monk, we named it Fengyu Bridge.

There were no wind and rain bridges in the world. Since then, people in the world have followed suit and built many wind and rain bridges, but no one knows their meaning.

Only the old monk Jingdao in Fu Kong Temple, Old Man Li and Mr. Liu in Baiyun Town at the foot of Mount Xumi knew the reason, but none of them said it.

In the following years, Miss Song from Qingfeng County came to Yaobukong Temple every year to worship Buddha and offer incense.

He was very curious that the young master of the Li family in Baiyun Town had disappeared since the last time he hid from him, and he had never heard any news about him from the Li family.

Every year when she came to Bukong Temple, she would ask the monks in the temple for news about Li Changsheng, but none of the monks in the temple knew his whereabouts.

A few years later, Li Changsheng became a mystery, and Miss Song never married again, although countless matchmakers came to arrange marriage.

Until she was twenty-five years old, on a summer afternoon.

After a heavy rain and flash flood, she finally learned the whereabouts of Li Changsheng...

That afternoon, Song Yuer took Xiaohong and Xiaocao from Baiyun Town to Mount Xumi. When they were walking to Fengyu Bridge, a heavy rain suddenly fell from the sky. The summer storm caused a flash flood.

Looking at the gloomy sky and the heavy rain, Miss Song stroked the stone railing of the Wind and Rain Bridge and said softly: "It's good that there is this Wind and Rain Bridge, otherwise the three of us would have been drowned."

Xiaocao followed and covered her mouth and smiled: "Miss, how can you say that you are a drowned rat? Even if you say it, you are still a phoenix..."

Xiao Hong nodded and looked at Song Yu'er with a silly smile.

Song Yu'er thought for a while, her face turned red, and she said after a while: "It all means the same thing..."

While the three of them were talking and laughing, the stone slabs in the middle of Fengyu Bridge suddenly cracked into pieces, and the stone bridge was split into two. The three people who were going to Fukuji looked at the broken stone bridge and secretly complained.

Xiaocao shouted: "Miss, my trip here was in vain. I won't be able to go to Bukong Temple today."

Song Yu'er looked at the broken stone bridge in front of her and frowned slightly.

Biting his lip, he said: "When the rain stops, we will go back to Baiyun Town to stay. We will wait until the bridge is repaired tomorrow before going up the mountain..."

...

Returning to the Li family in Baiyun Town, Song Yu'er told Mrs. Liu what happened along the way.

Mrs. Liu turned pale after hearing this, turned around without replying and went to find Mrs. Li... leaving Song Yu'er inexplicable.

Early the next morning, Mrs. Li led Mrs. Liu, Miss Song, Xiaohong and Xiaocao to the Fengyu Bridge.

Mrs. Liu was stroking the railing of the stone bridge and crying loudly. Mrs. Li was supporting her with tears streaming down her face...

Song Yu'er, who was completely puzzled, looked at the heartbroken two people and asked softly: "Isn't it just that the stone bridge is damaged? Can't we just find someone to repair it? I will pay for how much silver is needed."

At this time, there were monks from Fu Kong Temple on the mountain road opposite, walking towards Fengyu Bridge against the green bridge board.

Looking at Mrs. Liu and Mr. Li who were crying across from them, the old monk Jingdao who was walking behind the monk let out a long sigh.

When Mr. Li saw the old monk, he saluted quickly and asked, "Master, why is this fine bluestone broken?"

Song Yu'er also looked at the old monk with a puzzled look.

The old monk caressed the stone bridge and looked down at the broken stone slabs under the mountain stream. He lowered his head and said nothing.

After pondering for a while, he murmured: "It rained heavily yesterday, and there were mudslides and landslides on the mountain... He did not hesitate to die as a martyr in order to warn the pilgrims going up the mountain..."
To be continued...