Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

Lingguang Temple is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and from a distance it appears to be standing among the mountains and forests.

Even from a distance, you can see the blue smoke rising from the temple.

There were not many pilgrims at noon. When Qiao Ruyi got off the car, she just walked through the gate and saw the abbot in a cassock standing in the temple courtyard, looking at her with a smile on his face.

Seeing his compassionate eyes, Qiao Ruyi felt as if her heart had found a brief peace.

"Amitabha, Mrs. Ling."

The abbot held the Buddhist beads in his hand and bowed slightly to her.

Qiao Ruyi also returned the greeting and looked at the other person with a questioning look in her eyes.

The abbot saw her confusion and asked if he still remembered her.

He smiled and said slowly, "Mr. Ling donated 300 million yuan to our temple for renovation and has offered incense for ten years, all in return for one person."

He looked at Qiao Ruyi's delicate and somewhat pale face with compassion, "That's you, his wife."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Ruyi's body trembled slightly and her nose began to feel sore.

She suppressed the emotions in her chest and didn't let the tears flow.

The abbot noticed the Buddhist beads on her slender white wrist and asked, "Are you here to pray?"

Qiao Ruyi nodded, took out a pen and paper and told him that she wanted to worship the Eternal Buddha.

The abbot understood what she meant and led her into the Hall of Eternal Buddha.

The Buddha statue in the hall was solemn and majestic, and its eyes were filled with compassion for all. Qiao Ruyi looked deeply at the Buddha, clasped his hands together, and knelt gently in front of the Buddha.

The abbot lit the incense and handed it to her with both hands. "Mrs. Ling, you can confide your worries to the Buddha, but matters of life and death are determined by fate, and the Buddha cannot interfere."

Qiao Ruyi's eyes trembled and she looked up at the host.

The abbot smiled slightly, "Mr. Ling once paid a huge price in prayer before the Buddha, and his wish has been fulfilled."

Qiao Ruyi's breathing gradually became heavier, and her eyes trembled and turned slightly red as she looked at the host.

The abbot understood the meaning in her eyes, nodded slightly, and said no more.

Qiao Ruyi took the incense from his hand with both hands, held it in front of her forehead reverently, closed her eyes lightly, and a line of tears slowly flowed down her face.

I light incense to worship the gods.

Pray,

If he is still alive, please let me find him as soon as possible.

If he is dead, please let me dream of him every night.

May Buddha bless him.

A deep kneeling sound is the sound of the forehead hitting the ground.

Qiao Ruyi kowtowed deeply three times, and her forehead turned red.

She was about to kowtow when a hand quickly grabbed her.

"Amitabha." The abbot looked at her compassionately. "The Buddha has sensed your piety. Madam Ling is pregnant, so it's not appropriate for her to kneel for too long."

Qiao Ruyi slowly stood up, bowed deeply to the host, and tears suddenly fell.

The host asked, "Do you need to light a long-lasting lamp for Mr. Ling?"

Qiao Ruyi paused and shook her head.

The eternal lamp is to guide the deceased relatives back home.

It was not yet time for her to light a perpetual lamp for him.

The abbot understood and, holding the Buddhist beads in his hand, comforted, "The deceased is gone. Please mourn for Mrs. Ling and take care of yourself."

Qiao Ruyi's tearful eyes trembled, and she took out a pen and paper and asked again, "Can you take me to see the Longevity Steps where he knelt before?"

The abbot nodded and said, "Follow me."

Qiao Ruyi followed him around the backyard of the temple and walked into a secluded path until they stopped at a long staircase that wound its way to the top of the mountain.

Qiao Ruyi stood at the bottom of the long steps, looking up at the stairs that seemed to have no end in sight.

Her eyes fell on the figures who were kneeling and kowtowing with every step they took. Everyone had a pious look in their eyes and was muttering something.

"Some of them prayed for their seriously ill children, and some prayed for their parents." The abbot said "Amitabha" and looked at the woman. "Mr. Ling prayed for his beloved."

Qiao Ruyi looked deeply at those kneeling people, as if she saw Ling Che back then, who also knelt with one step and kowtowed with each step.

He bent his proud knees and knocked his head until it bled.

He did not believe in heaven and earth, but he became the most devout believer in Buddha.

He wears Buddhist beads on his hands and prays to the Buddha every year and every day.

When a person's ability is not enough to change the outcome, he can only place all his hopes on the Buddha who has compassion for all people.

These people who are kneeling are like this, and Ling Che was like this back then.

The same is true for Qiao Ruyi now.

She knelt down without hesitation. If kneeling until her head was broken and bleeding could move the Buddha to let him come back, she would be willing to kneel like this every day.

The abbot stopped her knees before they bent. He shook his head and said, "Amitabha, the Buddha loves every life in the world. The Buddha has heard Mrs. Ling's prayers today. Please take care of yourself."

Qiao Ruyi knew why the abbot stopped her. The baby in her belly was only a month old and might not be able to withstand her kneeling like this.

But now, to her, the unborn child is far less important than her lover.

She lowered her eyes, closed the Buddhist beads on her wrist in her hand, bowed deeply and reverently towards the Longevity Steps, then turned and left.

......

On the way back, the car was as quiet as ever.

Qiao Ruyi sat in the back seat, staring at the scenery receding outside the window, holding a photo tightly in her hand.

She had taken it out of her wallet when she was paying for the fireworks.

In the photo, she stared at the camera with a smile, holding the man's breathtakingly beautiful face with one hand.

She still remembered every detail of taking this photo with him in Tolispur, but now he was no longer by her side.

She lowered her eyes, looked at the face in the photo that she had been thinking about day and night with a nostalgic and sad look, and tears fell.

Qi Jin glanced in the rearview mirror and saw the woman's tears falling. He frowned.

The young lady is still pregnant, and crying like this all the time will harm her health.

He turned to look at Qi Shui and asked Qi Shui what ideas he had.

Qi Shui also frowned, thought for a moment, and turned on the music in the car, hoping that listening to some soothing music would make the young lady feel better.

The moment the music started and the song began, Qiao Ruyi's heart was suddenly ached by the lyrics.

"now what if I never kiss your lips again."

What if I could never kiss you on the lips again?

"or feel the touch of your sweet embrace."

Or feel your sweet embrace

“how would i ever go on?”

How do I go on living?

"..."

Her breath was choked and tears streamed down her face.

Qi Shui panicked when he saw this and tried to turn off the music, but she raised her hand to stop him.

She looked at the song's title—It's Not Good-Bye.

There will be no goodbye.

She clenched the photo tightly in her hand, and her entire chest ached.

She turned to look out the window, tears streaming down her face.