Regret? What did you do earlier?

Even though the force was not strong, Ye Yimeng's forehead had become red and swollen when she hit the 200th step.

"Okay, don't do this anymore. I believe that if God has spirit, he will definitely see your sincerity."

Ye Yiling's eyes were red, and she followed her sister distressedly.

"No."

Ye Yimeng refused decisively. Although her tone was not strong, she was very firm.

As long as she thought of Ye Zichuan who was sleeping soundly now, and thought of her foolish actions in the past.

Ye Yimeng felt a pain in her heart, both heartache and guilt. This feeling has tortured her for a long time.

Now she did this, not only sincerely hoping that Ye Zichuan could wake up quickly, but also hoping to wash away some of the guilt in her heart.

Along the way, countless people looked at this beautiful girl with a pious face. Although everyone knew from word of mouth that as long as you kneel down from the bottom of the mountain to the temple, you are expressing the highest sincerity to the gods, and you will definitely get what you want in the end.

But after all, this is just a legend. How can everyone do this?

Over the years, there are very few believers as devout as Ye Yimeng, who come from the bottom of the mountain and kowtow step by step.

When she climbed to the 500th step, Ye Yimeng was almost gritting her teeth to hold on.

She has been spoiled since she was a child, so how could she have suffered such pain?

There were scratches of varying degrees on her forehead, palms, and knees.

But no matter how hard Ye Yiling tried to persuade her, she refused to get up.

She just kowtowed every time she climbed a step. There is no doubt that Ye Yimeng has become the biggest focus on this mountain climbing road.

I don't know how much time has passed, and Ye Yimeng doesn't know how many times she has kowtowed.

She only knows that her forehead has been broken and blood is constantly flowing out.

There are blood marks on her palms and knees. When she climbed the last step, she saw a vast expanse of scenery.

The ancient and magnificent temple stood in front of her, with incense lingering and a simple atmosphere.

Ye Yimeng felt her body soften and her eyes went dark. She almost fainted. Fortunately, Ye Yiling was beside her and supported her.

"Finally, I finally got up."

Ye Yiling's eyes were filled with tears.

She supported Ye Yimeng, and the two walked into the magnificent hall together.

Ye Yimeng's behavior had already attracted the attention of the people on the mountain, so at this moment, no one wanted to line up in front of them.

The monks in the temple were very considerate and sent incense and candles to the two.

Ye Yimeng took the incense and candles, and knelt on the mat without hesitation, closed her eyes, and prayed silently in her heart.

Seeing this scene, Ye Yiling had an impulse to cry again.

She lit three incense sticks, knelt beside Ye Yimeng, and said silently in her heart: "If the Buddha is really spiritual, please bless my brother and keep him safe. For this, even if I have to exchange my life for yours, I am willing."

"Good. Good. Why don't you let go of your obsession, girl?"

At this moment, an abrupt voice sounded behind the two of them.

The two sisters turned around and saw an old monk with kind eyes, but wearing a tattered cassock, like a beggar.

Although the old monk looked sloppy, his eyes gave people a very strange feeling, as if he could see through everything in the world.

"Meet the master."

Out of respect for the old monk, the two of them bowed respectfully to him.

"No need to be polite, I'm just an ordinary monk, how can I call you a master? I came here just to say a few words to you."

The old monk looked at Ye Yimeng, his eyes seemed to have deep meaning.

"Master, please tell me."

Ye Yimeng was a little surprised, but still said respectfully.

"Your past and future, I know everything about you. I will just say one thing, you must know that flowers have two sides, and life is between good and evil. The regrets that have not been resolved here may have been fulfilled elsewhere."

The old monk only said this sentence that made the two sisters confused, then he put his hands together, chanted the Buddha's name, and left inexplicably, just like when they first met.

"Wait, Master, then my brother..."

Ye Yimeng had a hunch that this old monk was not simple, she asked anxiously.

"You can go back, Amitabha..."

In the rain.

If Ye Zichuan could feel his heartbeat at this moment, it would be beating like a drum.

He stared at everything that happened in front of him, afraid of missing any details.

"Beautiful sister, why are you crying?"

Young Ye ZichuanChuan looked up, staring blankly at the beautiful girl who was holding him tightly in her arms.

"No, it's okay, sister is okay, you, your name is Ye Zichuan, right?"

At this time, Ye Yimeng was just a freshman, which was the most beautiful age for a girl, but she was crying.

"How did sister know?"

Ye Zichuan was a little surprised.

"Let's go, let's go, sister will take you home first. Take you back to sister's home."

Ye Yimeng seemed to finally realize that the two of them were still on the street and it was raining heavily, and said hurriedly.

"No, I still have to wait for my family."

Ye Zichuan shook his head hurriedly. Although this sister looked very beautiful and didn't seem like a bad person, he had to go home today.

"Silly, I am your family! I am your real sister, otherwise, how do you think I know your name?"

Ye Yimeng explained hurriedly.

It was visible to the naked eye that Ye Zichuan's thin face immediately showed a look of surprise.

This is sister! He knew he had a sister, and his sister came to pick him up!

In the rain, the tall girl led the thin boy, and the two gradually disappeared on the street.

The bystander Ye Zichuan seemed to realize something, and vaguely asked, he noticed something incredible.

Ye Zichuan's emotions fluctuated violently, and it took a long time to calm down. He couldn't wait to follow up, wanting to see everything that happened later.

But at this moment, all the pictures became fragmented.

Ye Zichuan felt an unprecedented repulsive force. He felt that at this moment, he was like a bug in the world. He didn't know why he existed, but now he was going to be cleared out.

Ye Zichuan struggled desperately, and wanted to see something more than ever before.

He wanted to see everything after the little boy went back, he wanted to!

However, all the pictures were like pieces of scattered puzzles.

Ye Zichuan tried his best to capture every piece.

Even though the pictures were so fragmented, he still saw that the world was still the same world, and the Ye family was still the same Ye family.

Ye Sheng still had that ugly face, but through these broken pictures, Ye Zichuan never saw the little boy being hurt again.

Because there was someone who was always protecting him, he saw a brilliant smile on the little boy's face that he had never seen before.

The whole world became more and more distorted, and an irresistible pulling force came. Ye Zichuan knew that he was going to leave here.

Ye Zichuan desperately looked back and finally saw the last picture.

The girl was still holding the little boy's hand, walking on the long stairs. At the top of these stairs, there were ancient and magnificent temples. Ye Zichuan recognized this place. It was Gaoshan Temple, a temple full of mystery.

The girl in the picture raised her beautiful face, a pair of sparkling eyes stared at the temple at the top, and her red lips opened slightly, as if she was whispering something.

At the last moment when his consciousness was taken away, Ye Zichuan heard it.

Hearing the girl's words that were clearly not spoken, the voice rang in his ears very clearly.

"Maybe it's a nightmare, or maybe it's my brother from another world. I hope you can be safe and happy..."