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The young man skillfully rowed the wooden oar.

"Squeak—squeak—"

The wooden paddles carved graceful ripples in the water, producing rhythmic sounds.

During their conversation, they learned that the young man's name was Zaxi.

Zaxi is actually a very cultured person; he graduated from high school.

In their remote village, graduating from high school is considered a high level of education.

He originally had the opportunity to work in a big city or find an easier job in a small town.

However, he couldn't bear to leave his elderly family members, nor could he bear to leave the land that had nurtured him. So, he chose to stay and herd sheep and cattle on the hillside every day.

"Then why did you come here to row a boat?" Xia Yu asked curiously.

As Tashi rowed the famous boat, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, a strange light gleaming in his eyes.

"Because of a piece of music."

Tashi said with a smile, "I like to listen to music in my spare time. Once, I heard a piece of light music."

"That piece of music is called 'The Ferryman's Song'."

Tashi's tone became somewhat agitated, and he even paused his rowing motion for a moment.

"I don't know how to describe that feeling. Although I don't understand music, when I heard that piece, I felt like my heart was cleansed."

"That voice was so compassionate, so gentle."

"I was moved by the light music, 'The Ferryman's Song'."

"The song says that the ferryman is someone who carries people from the shore of suffering to the shore of happiness."

"So, I decided to become a ferryman."

"I bought this old wooden boat, and I come here to row whenever I have free time while herding sheep and cattle."

"It's not for making money, but simply to make things easier for pilgrims visiting the temple, so they can avoid taking detours and suffering less."

After listening to Zaxi's words...

A long silence fell over the wooden boat.

Only the "splashing" sound of the wooden oars cutting through the water echoed in my ears.

Looking at the young man in front of him, dressed in coarse clothes and with dark skin, he felt as if something had struck him hard in the heart.

In this world where everyone is busy pursuing their own interests and calculating their money.

There really are such people. Just because they are moved by a piece of music, they are willing to give their sweat and time, day after day, to be a selfless ferryman on this lonely river.

This pure kindness and faith made Jiang Ye, a businessman who was used to the deceit and treachery in the capital market, feel a deep sense of shame.

Jiang Ye remained silent.

He silently took his phone out of his pocket.

On the boat, I opened a music app and searched for "The Ferryman's Song".

Soon, the search results appeared on the page.

Composer: Fan Zongpei.

Jiang Ye pressed play.

Because the phone's speaker quality was poor, Jiang Ye took out a portable Bluetooth headset from his backpack.

Xia Yu was also a little curious, so she snatched one of the earphones.

The moment the music flowed from the speakers.

The whole world seemed to have fallen silent.

It was a deep and melodious cello solo.

The cello's tone is deep and mellow, carrying a sense of sorrow and endless tenderness born of experience.

The melody flowed gently, like the quietly flowing river before us, embracing all the suffering and sorrow in the world.

Immediately afterwards, the crisp sound of the piano joined in like water droplets, intertwining and entwining with the cello.

Accompanied by the creaking of Zaxi's oars and the splashing of the water, this triple impact on the eyes, ears, and soul was almost breathtaking.

Jiang Ye turned his head and looked at Xia Yu sitting next to him.

Xia Yu was also turning her head to look at him.

The two people looked at each other.

At that moment, they all felt moved.

......

The wooden boat slowly docked at the shore to the sound of music.

Jiang Ye and Xia Yu thanked Zaxi and stepped onto the land on the other side.

Walk up a winding stone path, through a dense pine forest.

Then they went to the temple.

When they finally stood in front of the gate of Gedang Monastery.

Both of them were deeply shocked by the scene before them.

Who would have thought that such a huge temple was hidden in this remote and untouched mountain forest!

The red walls of the courtyard are built against the mountain, layer upon layer, stretching endlessly, like a magnificent red castle. The golden glazed tiles gleam dazzlingly in the sunlight, and huge prayer flags flutter in the wind.

Yu Changfeng was not exaggerating.

This temple is definitely the second largest in Asia.

The air was filled with the rich aroma of Tibetan incense, which brought a sense of tranquility to the mind.

Jiang Ye and Xia Yu followed the flow of people into the main hall of the temple.

The main hall was dimly lit, with only countless butter tea lamps flickering a faint but warm light.

The enormous statue of Shakyamuni Buddha looks down compassionately upon all living beings.

Their timing was perfect.

It just so happened that 200 monks were chanting sutras together.

Two hundred monks, dressed in red robes, sat cross-legged on prayer cushions on both sides of the main hall.

They clasped their hands together and closed their eyes slightly.

The deep, resonant, and uniform chanting echoed through the main hall like ocean waves.

The sound seemed not to come from their throats, but rather from the depths of the earth, resonating from the depths of their souls.

There was no accompaniment, and no background noise.

Only the pure Sanskrit chants, filled with the power of faith.

It was deeply moving.

The feeling is like an invisible hand gently smoothing and cleansing away all the restlessness, anxiety, greed, and fear deep within your heart.

Jiang Ye stood in a corner of the main hall, his eyes closed, listening quietly.

He couldn't understand those obscure Tibetan scriptures.

However, he could feel the spiritual power that transcended language and culture.

a long time.

The chanting gradually subsided.

Jiang Ye slowly opened his eyes, turned his head, and looked at Xia Yu, who was equally shocked, beside him.

He exhaled a long breath and sighed:

"Although I don't understand it."

"But I felt deeply shocked."

Hearing Jiang Ye's soft, somewhat wistful murmur.

Xia Yu nodded gently.

"Yes, it's very impressive."

Jiang Ye turned his head and, by the dim yet warm light of the butter tea lamp in the main hall, looked at Xia Yu's profile.

He keenly sensed that Xia Yu's emotions seemed to have changed.

The face, which had been bright with the scenery along the way and the shock just now, was now shrouded in a faint gloom.

Moreover, there was a hint of melancholy in his eyes.

That kind of melancholy wasn't the frustration of encountering problems in the business world, but a deep, unyielding sorrow, like a desolate whirlpool hidden beneath a calm lake.

Jiang Ye frowned slightly.

He was used to Xia Yu's aloofness, her assertiveness, and even her coquettishness and madness in bed. He had never seen her with such a vulnerable and sorrowful expression.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Ye asked in a low voice. "Are you feeling unwell? Or are you tired?"

Xia Yu did not answer immediately.

She remained quietly gazing at the enormous Shakyamuni Buddha statue in the very center of the hall, its compassionate gaze overlooking all living beings.

"I don't feel uncomfortable."

"But... that scene just now reminded me of my brother, Xia Yunhai."