There are now several ways to go up Nanshan. For example, you can now go up directly from the large steps built in Kaiyuan Square.
There was no Kaiyuan Square at that time. There was only one way to go up Nanshan, and cars could only go to the foot of the mountain.
As for that small road, it was built by the apple farmers on the mountain themselves. You can imagine how remote Nanshan was at that time.
We took the night road, and our driver Hu Liqun drove for more than an hour to reach the foot of the mountain.
On the way, I saw a taxi going back and passed our car. The license plate number ended in 27.
When we stopped the car at the foot of the mountain, the driver said, "Do you have a flashlight? How can you see the road in this dark place?"
I said I really didn’t have it, I didn’t take it with me when I went out.
"Then you use this from me."
He took out a flashlight from the bag at his feet.
"Thank you, Brother Hu. How can I pay you back? How about I give you a hundred yuan and treat it as my purchase."
"Hey, why don't you buy something? Are you going back? It's clean here. I'm a little sleepy after working two night shifts in a row. I'll take a nap at the foot of the mountain and wait for you."
I said yes, I'll return it later.
After saying hello, I closed the car door and started going up the mountain with a flashlight.
Not only is it cold at night in winter, but there is also a lot of moisture on the mountains.
This mountain path was overgrown with weeds, and there was a faint mist halfway up the mountain. I stood on the mountainside with a flashlight and looked back. I felt that this place was a completely different world from Xianyang City at night.
"Head, have you fallen asleep?"
"Yunfeng, I just lay down. There have been too many things lately, and I can't sleep well. How are you doing there?"
I glanced at the top of the mountain and said, "Botou, just as you guessed, there may be something wrong with Grandma Baishiqiong. I'm going to spend two days with her to see what's going on."
"Well, be smart. I missed something before. Tian Sanjiu may find out. If he finds out, maybe he will be ahead of us in the next step. It's a competition now, we have to be fast."
"What are you talking about?"
"Why...."
He raised his head and sighed, saying: "Wang Xinggui is not afraid of death. He will not speak even if he dies, but I overlooked one of his weaknesses. According to the news, Tian Sanjiu may be looking for where Wang Xiaoqin is buried."
"With Tian Sanjiu's method, if he finds it, he digs out Wang Xiaoqin's skull and uses it as a bowl... Do you think Wang Xinggui will speak?"
My scalp went numb after hearing this. I knew Tian Sanjiu really dared to do this.
"Head, head?"
While I was talking, my phone suddenly turned off with a black screen. When I turned it on again, it showed that it only had a little battery left.
I put away my cell phone and continued walking up the mountain with my flashlight on. When I passed by the apple field, I saw a few scarecrows stuck in the field. The scarecrows had white plastic bags on their heads. They whirred when the night wind blew them.
Climbing a mountain is very tiring, and my physical strength is not as good as that of Brother Yu. I sighed at the moment, this old lady has great physical strength, and she still comes to climb the mountain in the middle of the night at such an old age. I wonder if she flew up from the foot of the mountain while looking at her toes.
When I went up the mountain, I saw a small temple not far away in the north. There might be no electricity in the temple. The two broken doors were closed, and it was dark and quiet.
When I walked to the temple door, I was about to reach out and knock on the door, but then I thought about it and withdrew my hand.
I walked around the small temple, chose a place, climbed over the wall and climbed in.
There are two rooms in the temple, one is slightly larger and the other is slightly smaller. There is light in the larger room, probably because candles are lit in the room.
I walked lightly and leaned over, secretly peeking into the room.
There are two people in the room.
Two candles were lit in front of the statue of Skanda Bodhisattva. The old lady was kneeling on the futon. Next to her stood a very old monk. This old monk had his eyes closed. He was very short. He was wearing a blue cotton-padded jacket and had a head on his head.
Wearing a cloth hat.
The old monk closed his eyes and said in an old voice: "Huilan, this is the last incense stick of the year."
"Ashes return to dust, dust returns to dust. I, the Buddha, am so compassionate that I cannot bear to see sentient beings suffer. The door of Buddhism has been opened for you."
The old lady knelt on the futon, clasped her hands, and looked up at the clay sculpture of Skanda reflected in the flames.
After a few minutes, a smile appeared on the old lady's face.
"Master, you are right, I saw the door of my Buddha."
"For so many years, every time in the dead of night, I have been feeling guilty and blaming myself. When I was forty, I started eating fast, chanting Buddha's name, and doing good deeds. Now I am seventy-one and thirty-one years old. Today I let it go."
Although the old man still had his eyes closed, there seemed to be a smile at the corners of his eyes.
"Amitabha...."
"Huilan, your fate with Donor Bai has ended in this life. Although you are strangers to each other, you can still grow old together. There is only one chance left. When the chance comes, you can still meet in the next life."
Hearing this, the old lady showed a smile on her face.
The old monk lit three sticks of incense with candle flames, raised his hands and inserted them into the incense burner in front of the statue of Veda.
Seeing him turning around to come out after offering incense, I hurriedly hid in the corner.
