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Sometimes he meditates at night, and he feels that he is heading towards an empty wonderland. He wants to be respected as an ancestor, and success will be achieved. He wants everything.He limited his greed and cautiously, Ah Cheng felt that he was comprehending a path of gain and loss, persisting, investigating and letting go.

This year, who doesn't want to be upright?

Ah Cheng stared at the getting colder sunset and sneered, everyone thought!Everyone will raise one's hand in the noble air, and they will regard themselves as a good layman!Ah Cheng saw through the so-called Fa-rectification of Shan Dao Xing, and he also very much agrees with this Fa-rectification. OK, everyone loves each other, what's wrong, but how many true gentlemen and hypocrites are there?Is it a piece of Bingxin, or a few personal affair?

His dad wanted to be a hermit. Ah Cheng stood up and took a bite. He wanted to turn around and go back to the house. He kicked the bench down without picking it up and fell to the ground.

He entered his cabin, opened the window, removed his shoes and socks, stripped off his shirt, shirtless, and left a pair of gray linen trousers.He lay in the chair with the backrest, with his feet on the desk, his arms resting on his head, and he looked at the sky slowly.

Waited for half an hour.

Daddy didn't come.

Ah Cheng coldly put on his shirt, and ran into the back room to meditate.

After sitting around for another hour, my heart was restless, and I woke up several times from entering concentration.

He began to punch, and the wind was violent, and the contents of the house were even dinged and rattled.

The more anger in the heart, the faster the palm out, the faster the internal force rushed, Ah Cheng roared, and hit the wall with a palm in the air. At this time, the air in his body was dripping, and the palm strength became the same, whistling and breaking air.

"not good!"

Ah Cheng caught a glimpse of the direction his palm was aimed at, and was shocked in his heart. However, there was only time to panic. The next moment, this split palm shattered the shrine on the wall.

A statue fell to the ground and smashed to pieces.

It was the Dharma statue of Deer Yuan Bodhisattva that Ah Cheng accidentally got when he was chasing the monkeys a few days ago.

Ah Cheng was frightened, his blood flowed back, his hands and feet were cold, and it took a long while before he recovered.

It seems...no one sees...that doesn't count...otherwise...the head will be beheaded.

"Yeah! Heh!" a strange cry came from outside the house.

Ah Cheng turned his head to look at the window in a panic, a dirty face covered with black mud, unconsciously twitching, staring at him, his eyes were more white than his pupils. For Ah Cheng, it was a horrible face. Face.

Outside the window is Ah Shu in the village, a lunatic.

Now, let a madman see, Ah Cheng threw the Buddha statue.

Oh, although no one would believe the words of a madman, sometimes a word is more powerful than the person who speaks it.

No one can reason with a lunatic, so rules, interests, and threats cannot influence the behavior of a lunatic.

At that time, someone heard A Shu's words and came to him to search, but A-da was not there, only one and a half children were left. What should be said, what should not be said, who can rule?

Ah Cheng was scared. He stared at Ah Shu's face, looking at his unshaven face, and vaguely smelled the smell of sweat and urine from his body. He was more disgusted than he was afraid.

"Uh, uh, ho..." A Shu's throat rolled with vague and low syllables, his expression was strange, it seemed to be painful, it seemed to be ecstasy, "Cheng...Cheng, ho, Bodhisattva..."

Ah Cheng took two steps toward the window, feeling extremely tired because of exhaustion of internal energy, and his legs were weak.

A Shu seemed to be frightened, followed by two steps back and fell down, without a grunt, he stood up and walked outside.

Behind the house is a small wood. Through the woods, you can see the rest of the houses in the village. There is a road around the woods, and there are many people wandering in the evening.

Ah Cheng stood by the window, watching Ah Shu disappear in the shade of the woods.

...

night.

Ah Cheng returned home.

Daddy is not here.

He still didn't come back. There was no him in the wing, kitchen, wood room.

Ah Cheng sighed and left the shovel in the wood room, then went into the wing to take the washbasin, and scooped water in the creek in front of the door. He squatted by the river to wash his face, the moonlight shining imperviously on the water surface, in the dangling white light Stained with a light red.

Ah Cheng carefully cleaned the crevices of his fingernails.

Dad is not there, so he has to solve many things by himself, and the methods are often not so interesting.

Back in the back room, Ah Cheng took out the bucket. The fragments of the Bodhisattva were only swept into the bucket without being buried. He turned the bucket upside down, and the fragments hit the wood chips in the bucket with a beeping sound.

It’s just a very ordinary idol, Ah Cheng thought, but he took a closer look in the moonlight, and there was a small gray square card in the fragments of Huipupu. It was simple in shape. It was not the same as the rest of the stones except for its regularity. Different.

He picked up the square card and blew away the dust, revealing the complete shape, a square stone sign, half of the palm of the small hand, chamfered edges, very smooth, with embossed patterns on one side and smooth on the other.

A very common stone.He put it in his arms, planning to make a hole in the stone in a few days, and hang it on the rope.

Ah Cheng took another shrine from the barn and hung it on the wall of the back room, hiding his palm prints.

Suddenly there was a loud "bang" outside.

It was the door that was broken open, and Ah Cheng was startled.

He turned out from the window of the back room, ran along the root of the wall, turned back to the front door, and secretly looked inside.

In the darkness, a broad back hugged a woman in white.

It's Daddy.

It is Ficus pumila.

The blood fell to the ground bit by bit, startled the moonlight.

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Dad suddenly turned his head, his eyes were dangerous, as if two cold lights illuminate Ah Cheng's pale face.

"Get in!" Daddy was not polite at all.

For some reason, Ah Cheng really broke into the house by crawling around and even tripped on the low threshold.

"Father, you are back."

Father's face always seemed to be iron blue, like a bird half rotting in the soil, with feathers falling off, revealing a turquoise bulging belly.

Ah Cheng almost never expected a hint of kindness on this rough face.As he imagined, the owner of this face was dead, he died in his childhood.

However, after all, he is a living person to some extent, Dad, can talk, and his words are beyond doubt.

"Pack your belongings and leave immediately."

Ah Cheng didn't ask why, and silently lowered his head into the room, without looking at the prickly pear in A'daddy's arms, even if she was staring at him with her head tilted while blood was leaking from her torso.