Chapter 56 2. I am the Red Army. If I say what I say, I must persevere and pay

Qingzhang Mountain is a mountain with towering ancient trees, shrouded in clouds and mists all year round, and gurgling springs.Qingzhang Mountain is a herb garden. In the hands of Master Huiyuan, the processed herbs can cure all kinds of diseases. For many years, people have climbed mountains and waded along the winding mountain roads to seek medical treatment. Under Master Huiyuan's instruction, she went up to the mountain every day to collect herbs, process herbs, and take good care of the seriously injured person who came with her... her medical skills really improved. The Qingzhang Temple is sparsely populated and extremely cold and quiet. Day and night, several people are closely related to each other.Three months passed in a flash, and the wounded gradually recovered. When she was planning her schedule, she suddenly felt somewhat reluctant to part with her.It's not that there is any wrong idea, it is true that the mountains are high, the temple is quiet, and there are few people.In addition, it is extremely inconvenient for a young woman to live in a monastery for a long time.We are together with Huiyuan every day, even though we are one old and one young, one monk and one layman, but we cannot avoid some guard.

Because of her retention, the wounded barely stayed for a few days.It was an inhuman coldness, deathly coldness, the wounded said to her, "Don't worry, I will report to the head of the regiment as soon as I go back, and ask him to pick you up immediately, and I will pick you up with him!" After staying for a week, the "wounded" left Qingzhang Mountain as if fleeing, and disappeared without a trace, without a trace. The days are more monotonous and lonely.Unknowingly, 6 months have passed, 8 months have passed, and a year has passed.Sometimes, when she was walking or doing work, she would stop suddenly and look at the winding mountain road down the mountain.

Sometimes, there was a black spot on the road, and she would watch the black spot turn into a person and walk into the monastery.Sometimes, there is a black spot on the road, and she will watch the black spot turn into a goshawk and plunge into the blue sky... Her heart turned from trembling and panic to an even more distant wishful thinking.Under the yews in front of the temple, it became a place for her to watch silently.She used red beans as an object to count the number of years, and hid them in her underwear pocket, one, two, three... The appointment has passed, the head of the regiment did not come to pick her up, and there was no news from the Red Army.

19 years old, 20 years old, 21 years old, she has reached the age of marriage, should she just wait like this?She looked down the mountain more and more frequently, looking at it, and sometimes tears flowed down her face. She would hug the tree trunk and cry desperately, and the teardrops wet the ground again and again along the tree trunk. "The Red Army counts its words!" Now, having come into contact with the Buddhist scriptures, she already understands another meaning of "numbering": perseverance and sacrifice.I am the Red Army, and if I want to speak my mind, I must persevere and give!