Domesticated Wife: AA system for wealthy transactions

Later, Tang Zong's altitude sickness became more and more serious, and he was about to die. Hong Ren had no choice but to watch Tang Zong die, so she cruelly disobeyed Tang Zong's orders and drove Wang Zong back.

I just didn't expect that after walking for a long time, Tang Zong actually started to feel better.

So they stopped on the road and pitched a tent on the side of the road, leaving one person to take care of Tang Zong while Hong Ren drove to a far away place to find a doctor.

Hong Ren came back that night. She didn't bring back the doctor, but she found a local recipe for treating altitude sickness.

Local ethnic minority residents said that no matter how severe the altitude sickness is when foreigners come, they will definitely get better with their prescription.

Sure enough, after Tang Zong used it, his condition improved a lot within two hours.

His health improved, and Tang Zong didn't want to stop for a moment: "Keep walking."

Hong Ren wanted to dissuade her, but Tang Zong looked over with a cold look, and she did not dare to say anything.

The car drove all night. In the early morning, the sky turned white and the road was vaguely visible. Then they began to see people.

After walking for a while in the car, you can meet someone. Some are wearing the clothes of local residents, and some are wearing the clothes of monks. But they all kneel down step by step, prostrate themselves on the ground, then stand up, kneel again, and that's it.

, walking on their pilgrimage, moving forward little by little with great piety.

Tang Zong sat in the car without any strength. He looked at those people. He was either puzzled or confused about them. He didn't understand why?

Why can these people be so pious to their Buddha that they kneel before the Buddha with their whole souls?

And what can Buddha... give them?

After walking for a long time, Tang Zong actually saw a young man wearing a jacket. He was about 1.8 meters tall and handsome. However, he might have been neglected recently, so he had grown a beard and was covered with vicissitudes of life. But he

There is an aura of elite about him that is unstoppable. He looks like he comes from a big city, and he is definitely a very well-off person in life.

Logically speaking, such a person should not appear here, but he, like those monks and ordinary residents, are all pilgrims at this moment, kneeling step by step, walking so slowly, but not impatient, pious

It makes people feel admiration from the bottom of their hearts when they see it.

Tang Zong didn't know why, so he stopped the car and followed the man slowly. He wanted to find out that the locals had reasons for pilgrimage, but what about him, why did he, a foreigner, do the same?

Tang Zong's car moved like a snail, following him all day long.

Until evening, the man stopped.

Tang Zong got out of the car and asked him: "Why are you like them? Do you also believe in Buddhism?"

The man was sitting on the roadside. He smiled at Tang Zong, who had been following him for a day, and said, "I don't believe it..."

Tang Zong was even more confused: "Then why are you like this?"

"What I do is not for Buddha, what I do for... is the girl in my heart."

"Why?"

The man looked at the night sky on the plateau and smiled sadly: "In the past, there was a girl who was my childhood sweetheart. I knew she liked me very much when I was very young, but I didn't refuse or respond... I always thought

, no matter how excessive I am outside, she will always be waiting for me where she is..."

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I can finally sit down and type quietly... I'm so tired...