The gray-white clouds covered the last blue sky above Zhang Jinmei's head, and the wind blew even harder. Soon, heavy snow fell from the sky, dyeing the ground into mottled, and wet the lamb-fur coat on her body.

Zhang Jinmei hugged her arms tightly and walked along the mountain road for half an hour against the wind, but finally couldn't walk anymore. The strong wind mixed with the snow was like a knife, cutting every inch of her exposed skin, making her pretty little face red. Her eyes were also filled with increasingly dense snowflakes, and she could not tell the road in front of her.

After walking in the blizzard for a while, Zhang Jinmei finally couldn't hold on. When a sudden gust of wind rushed towards her stiff body, she fell back into the snow half a foot deep and could never get up again.

***

Zhang Jinmei was awakened by a strong fragrance of medicine. The taste was bitter and sweet, which made her feel a lot calmer. For a moment, even the coldness of the wind and snow and the indifference of her husband's family seemed to fade from her heart. Only this reassuring smell of medicine was left surrounding her.

She slowly opened her eyes and then realized that she was lying in a wing room. The decorations in the house were simple and simple, and even the quilt covered her body was the simplest quilt. She barely sat upright, and then she saw that the wet clothes on her body had already been taken off. Now she was only wearing a rusty blue monk's uniform with a few patches.

Zhang Jinmei's eyes circled around the room again, and after she found that she was the only one here, she opened her mouth and called for someone, but before she could speak, a low voice came from outside the door.

"Senior brother, the female donor looks like she has been lying in the snow for an hour, and her face is purple."

"Fortunately, she was wearing a lamb-fur coat that was not water-permeable, otherwise she would have been frozen for so long, and she would probably not be able to do it."

"Senior brother, how is she doing now?"

"Not bad, I just fed her some medicine, and saw that her face was rosy."

"Amitabha, it's fine if there is nothing to do. We can also reply when the master comes back later."

When Jinmei heard that the people outside were both "senior brothers" and "Amitabha", she knew that the place she was in was a temple. She felt a sense of gratitude in her heart: Fortunately, the one who saved her was these kind-hearted monks, not some bandits and road bullies, otherwise, it would be a different scene now.

Thinking of this, Zhang Jinmei cleared her throat and yelled out the door softly, "Two masters, how dare you ask where this place is?"

The door was pushed open. As she expected, two fair monks stepped in from outside. One looked seventeen or eighteen years old, while the other was just in her hair and had not taken off her childishness.

When the two saw Zhang Jinmei, they were both a little restrained and shy. They stood by the door and dared not approach. The older monk seemed a little bolder, took a step forward slightly, lowered his head and asked, "Female donor, how do you feel?"

Zhang Jinmei smiled gratefully at them, "I have warmed up. Thank you, the two little masters. I just don't know where this place is, why am I in the masters' wing room?"

"This place is called Lingxian Temple, it's just a small temple. Today, my junior brother and I went out, and happened to meet the female donor fainted in the snow, so I carried you back to the temple to recuperate." Speaking of this, he looked up at Zhang Jinmei, blushed, and then hung his head. "When I came back, the donor's clothes were soaked, so I asked my junior brother to change into a monk's robe for the donor, and I hope the donor will not be surprised."

Although Zhang Jinmei has married, she has never been seen by strange men. When she heard him say this, she couldn't help but feel nervous. But then she thought that the little monk was still a child, and it was a last resort to save her. If she blamed him for this, it would be too unkind. So she smiled at them, "What's the matter with Master? How could I blame both of you for this? I just don't know when the heavy snow will stop. I still have to hurry on my way, but I'll be delayed by the heavy snow."

"Why did the donor go out in this snowy and snowy day?" the little monk asked in confusion.

After saying that, he was twisted by the young monk, and then closed his mouth tightly, not daring to say more.

Zhang Jinmei noticed the small movements between the two, so she smiled hard, "The two masters saved my life, I can't hide it from each other. The reason why I am alone is because I am not in harmony with my husband's family. I want to go back to my parents' home in anger. I didn't expect that I suddenly encountered heavy snow on the way and almost buried in this vast sea of ​​snow. If I hadn't met the two masters, I'm afraid I would have been frozen now."

When the two monks heard her mention the house affairs, their faces turned red again. They hummed for a long time, but didn't know how to comfort them.

Seeing that they looked cramped, Zhang Jinmei felt a little funny, so she quickly continued, "I won't talk about this anymore. Two masters, I just heard you say that there is an abbot in this temple. I wonder where he went?"

"The master goes to the forest to recite scriptures and meditate every day. The wind and rain will come back at sunset. Then he will lead the donor to meet again." The young monk told the truth. After saying that, he changed his subject, "Female donor, you can rest in the temple for the time being. When the snow stops tomorrow and your clothes are dry, it is not too late to continue rushing."

After saying that, the two bowed again, walked out of the house together and brought the door with them.

Zhang Jinmei crawled into the quilt again, and her eyes suddenly became a little wet, and her heart was filled with many sighs: A few strange monks could even think about it for her, but the husband who had been with her for two years was so cold-blooded. Seeing her leaving home alone, she ignored her and didn't even think about chasing her, which really made her heart cold, even more than the wind and snow outside the window.

Thinking of this, Zhang Jinmei wrapped the quilt tightly, and under the cover of sad clouds and mist, she fell asleep again.

***

"I'm not having fun with my husband's family, so I'm going to go back to my parents' house alone. I'm not angry at both sides. Even if I disappear, I probably won't find anyone in a while..."

"But looking at her clothes, they belong to a wealthy family. If they really make trouble in the future, it is unknown if they find us here..."

"Master, why are you getting more and more courageous? We are located in a barren mountain and ridge. It snowed heavily again today. People in the government will only suspect that this little lady fell down the hillside or frozen to death in a snow pit. How could she suspect a few monks..."

"Master, I saw her body when I changed her clothes just now. It was white and tender, so I should be so watery and so watery. I am worthy of being the daughter-in-law of a wealthy family. Compared with her in the past, those sisters and mothers were simply broken flowers and willows. Please keep it to you if you like it..."
Chapter completed!