Legend of the Great Saint

The white circle is buried in the black soil, as if it were a human skull, yet! The human skull is much smaller.

He shook his hands into the dirt, dug it out, and his body suddenly froze. The boiling blood seemed to drop to the freezing point, it was just a white stone.

"Small two, what's wrong with you, don't scare me!" Li brother was crying and sulking, and took the hand of the goddess: "My brother is not evil, you can save him."

"Two kid, what is in my vegetable field?" Shen Po first gestured to Li Da Ge, and then touched his head, kindly asked, familiar and extremely strange.

"I... I don't know..."

He clung to the white stone and stood up. His body shook a little, feeling tired, hungry, and painful. When the tide surged up, it was worse than the disappointment in his heart. However, he does not know what is disappointing? For more than a decade, hasn’t he just come over like this? What are you craving?

He walked out of the house of the goddess, covered his eyes with his hands, and the sun was shining between the fingers. The sun rose as usual, giving off a warm glow. The haze that shrouded in the small village gradually dispersed, and the smoke of a family rose. This is a very ordinary morning that has been repeated thousands of times in his life, and from now on, day and night, he has to spend this way, but he feels a nightmare fear.

Returning home, sitting at the table, eating breakfast, eating lunch, eating dinner, always holding the stone like a child skull, the sun fell again, but tomorrow will rise again.

The Wo Niu Village is too small, life is too dull, everything is as fast as the wind, and soon everyone knows that Li Erlang is crazy, they have come to visit, they have sighed and said that he is old with that old man. The feelings of the cows were too deep, and they could not bear the blow for a while.

On the moon, he finally got up from the table, walked out of the portal, and walked to the old well in the village. He sat on the bluestone covered with moss and stared at the well.

Jingshui quietly reflects the bright moon, reflecting a young boy's thin face, full of confused colors. What happened to me? Just because of that dream? However, even if the dream is already like a smoke, the feeling of dreams is always lingering.

It is fierce and fierce, it is struggling to struggle. It is laughter is indulgence, it is love and death!

His expression was distorted, and the scarred hand clung to the white stone.

"Jiro, you·······························································································

"Mixed kid, you are crazy! The days are too late, your mother died early, I took a handful of urine and pulled you so big, you are so to me!" Li Dazhao yelled and said Said, sobbing.

The bark of the dog rang throughout the village, and a household lighted up. The villagers woke up from their sleep, and after a short while, they all surrounded the well. Adults, men and women, and persuaded him to let him Don't think about it.

His eyes crossed the crowd, crossed the oxen gang, crossed the endless stream of 100,000 mountains, and the word "Qingshan" suddenly jumped into his mind. Like a flash of light, he bowed his head and muttered: "Qingshan!"

"Big brother, what about selling cattle?"

After a long time, he suddenly raised his hand and asked.

"You······You wait, I will take it!” Big Brother Li rushed out of the crowd and quickly took the money with him and gave it to him.

He looked at a few of the broken silver, and flashed silver in the moonlight. He put the stone in his hand and suddenly stood up. The crowd calmed down and looked at him with his eyes.

He looked around and chose the direction and went outside the village.

The crowd was stunned by his expression, afraid to stop, separated on both sides, watching his figure disappear into the moonlight.

Big Brother Li and Li Dazhao wanted to block, but suddenly stopped and his face showed a strange expression.

At the beginning, his footsteps were heavy and he didn't know where he was going. But gradually, his footsteps became more and more brisk, and by the bright moonlight, he followed the path that was about to be drowned by the grass and strode forward.

After walking all night, I walked into the town, and the sky was already bright. He stood in front of a butcher's shop, a large bull's head hanging on a meat shelf with a broken corner. The bull's eye is round and round, and it has lost its usual luster. The flies fluttered and seemed to add a few boring footnotes to the death of this mediocre livestock.

However, he clearly felt that the eyes of the eyes were watching him, and with the familiar and warm eyes, he suddenly felt his face wet, and he had already burst into tears when he was unconscious.

"Little brother, what kind of meat do you want to buy? Yesterday I just killed a big yak and still have a lot of good meat!" asked the owner of the butcher shop.

He pointed his finger at the cow's head.

After a few moments, the butcher's shop stared at him with a strange look. He left the morning light, and the sun shone a layer of light on his tall figure, carrying a huge bull's head behind him.

The head of the cow is very heavy, and with the white stone in the middle of the scorpion, it is heavy on the body. And the dream seems to be no longer ethereal, it has weight, clear!

Time flies, and the battle moves to the stars.

The young man became a man, the man became an old man, and he traveled all over the world. The situation in his dream never appeared, but he still refused to stop and searched for it!

Finally, one day, he went to the top of the mountain and stopped. The tall body was already smashed, and the clothes were even more ugly~www.readwn.com~The head of the cow on the back was only the skull, and the white stone was smoothed by the Capricorn. Like bone, it is more heavy than in the past.

He looked back and looked at the road he had traveled. How many times had he had the opportunity to stop and enjoy peace and joy, instead of doing so, drinking the wind and frost, nothing.

He couldn't help but give birth to a thought. Maybe he shouldn't come out. Maybe he was crazy a few decades ago, so he saw the cow village and saw that he was the same old man and he was around his knees and enjoyed his old age.

Have you regretted it?

He took off the yellowed cow skull on his back with his old hands, slowly put it on his face, held it with one hand, and the other hand took out the white stone warmed by his body, staring at it for a long time. Suddenly laughed, laughter is getting louder and louder, mixed with a severe cough, a mouthful of coughing out blood, dyed red and white beard.

With a bang, the laughter stopped, and he fell to the sky, looking at the sky, and said: "Repent a fart!"

Death rushed up and sank into the boundless darkness. Suddenly, a butterfly flies in the boundless darkness, with an indescribable color, and a piece of paint that is equally indescribable, dyed on this black curtain.