Martial arts fairy machine

Chapter 215 Asceticism
It is said that a believer must worship at least [-] times in a lifetime, in order to truly hone a pious heart, thousands of miles away, and the will to wear a rock.

This is already the second day of Dai Wu's pilgrimage.

The face is covered with dust, the clothes are tattered like a beggar, the blood scabs on the feet are scabbed and torn, torn and knotted, and the pain that penetrates into the soul always reminds him that your body can still hold on, and you can still feel Hone yourself, kneel one more step, kneel one more step...!
Dai Wu knelt along the road in the snow area, and saw other worshipers on the road, and he was one of them.

A group of people kowtowed their long heads, and their knees, heads, and palms hit the ground countless times, moving slowly at an almost snail's speed, with extremely sacred expressions.

But what is different about Dai Wu is the direction he worships.

Other pilgrims were heading towards the Potala Palace, but he went in the opposite direction. The place he was going to was Shennongjia!

Pedestrians on the road looked at him curiously. It was the first time I saw such a worshiper. He didn’t walk towards the holy palace. Where was he going? Maybe it was just a show, to satisfy his vanity, and he pretended to worship for a while. People brag, I have been a pilgrim!
Dai Wu didn't talk to these people, and ignored other pilgrims. He just quietly took three steps and one knee. If his body couldn't bear it any longer, he would rest on the side of the road and look at the passers-by with a smile on his face, like a pilgrim. Like a fool, he kept laughing.

This is the third day of Dai Wu's pilgrimage, and he is still in the snowy area. It is already deep winter, and the climate on the Sichuan-Tibet line is unpredictable. Dai Wu is buying food in a store, and the wind is howling outside, and the snow is flying heavily.

He didn't have any money on him, but he did have a mobile phone. The price of the mobile phone Cheng Juntao bought was unclear to Dai Wu, but he knew that the mobile phone was waterproof and could connect to the Internet.

Yang Rui has already called several times, but Dai Wu didn't dare to answer. He would turn off the phone directly when not in use, because he was afraid of being soft-hearted, afraid of his family's calls, and even more afraid of hearing the cry of his relatives.

After buying, the travel bag on the back is already filled with dry food such as biscuits.

Looking at the blizzard outside, he resolutely walked out of the shop, stepping on the snow with bare feet, and a big hole was worn out at the knee of his trousers, which seemed unorthodox.

Dai Wu knelt down to face the snowflakes and was gradually submerged by the snow.

And the owner of the shop, watching Dai Wu's disappearing figure, thought to himself, what kind of power made the pilgrims do this, what a great faith!

But then the owner of the shop shook his head, not optimistic about Dai Wu.

Because he has seen many pilgrims die due to hunger, disease, cold and unbearable fatigue. It snows so much, and it’s fine to wear so little clothes. They tortured themselves so badly that they don’t want to rest quickly. Is your body made of iron?
Dai Wu's body is really made of iron. He has been trying his best to squeeze the potential of his body for the past few days. His knees are so red and swollen that they look like pig's trotters, and they are covered with blood bubbles. Every time he moves, his legs are cut like knives!
If he suffered such injuries to ordinary people, he would be useless long ago, not to mention kneeling, standing up is not bad.

But Dai Wu was able to persevere stubbornly, the pain was pain, but Dai Wu realized that he would not be abolished, and the thought that came out from the bottom of his heart told him like this.

Like us ordinary people, for example, if your knee is injured, you will know in your heart that you should rest in the past few days and not move, otherwise the wound will open. You know it well, and Dai Wu is the same. Dropped, but far from dead!

Therefore, Dai Wu will not rest even in a snowy day. He wants to squeeze his potential, hone his will, and face superhuman difficulties. He even wants to know where the limit of his body is when he is not an Asura. .

When the heavy snow stopped, Dai Wu had already knelt down to the no-man's land, and was climbing a 4000-meter-high mountain. It was covered with snow all the year round, and it was dangerous everywhere.

And it's very cold here, and the oxygen is very thin.

Dai Wu gradually couldn't bear it any longer, his will reached the limit, the trauma and pain in his body were about to blow him to the point of collapse, he was dizzy, and various negative states struck him, the most deadly thing was the lack of oxygen. If you can't breathe, you may faint.

On this uninhabited snow mountain, once you faint and lie still, as long as a strong wind blows, the snowflakes will fly, and within an hour you will disappear, be buried by the snow, and sleep forever in the holy Snow mountain, keep company with it.

Dai Wu tried his best to stand and rest, until this moment, he finally understood the horror of faith.

As long as a person has the spiritual support, he can give up death and forget life, he can hone himself until he is useless, and even sacrifice his life, just for the beauty in his heart. Dai Wu finally realized the shock brought by that kind of attachment.

Standing quietly for a while, the snow on his body was already several centimeters thick. Dai Wu walked forward with difficulty, even to this point. omitted.

Even though he might not be able to hold on, he would die here and be buried deep in the ground, but Dai Wu didn't want to give up, even if he faced danger, as long as he had this remnant body to move, he couldn't stop him from worshiping.

Blink of an eye is already a month later.

This month, Dai Wu experienced unimaginable torture.

There are followers of Sangsi who are also ascetic monks and worshipers. When they found him, they dared not take action in person, but let out the wind.

It is said that Dai Wu's pilgrimage is an atonement, and that Dai Wu realized that it was wrong to kill Sangxi, and the people in the northwest can scold him and do what they want to him on the way of pilgrimage.

Within a few days, the news spread, but Dai Wu didn't know.

On that day, he lived in the open air as usual, and instead of staying in a hotel at night, he set up a small tent on the side of the road, which was very simple.

After waking up in the morning, drinking some water and eating some dry food, he was ready to walk his pilgrimage with three steps and one knock.

After kneeling for a long time, I found many people appeared on the side of the road, all of them were Tibetans. They were tall and big, with black and red faces. They wore blanket-style clothing, and they looked very simple regardless of men or women.

These people stood by the side of the road, watching Dai Wu silently, no one spoke, they wanted to spit out Dai Wu and scold him a few words.

But seeing such a sincere pilgrimage moved these people in their hearts. They just watched for a while and then dispersed.

Dai Wu didn't know why, from that day on, he found that there were many people waiting for him by the side of the road every day, not talking to him, not communicating with him, maybe seeing his appearance was too miserable, these people were embarrassed to do anything, just take a look leave.

But not all of them.

(End of this chapter)