I'm all lucky because I'm too afraid of bad luck

The old man walked on the road, the cold wind in early spring made him more.

Every time I take a small period, the old man must rest in the roadside, during which he picked up a piece of wood.

There is a horse on the road, and some kind people will say hello to the elderly. If you don't take him, you are all sorrowful by the old man.

The sunset gradually, the old man built an ancient temple, the ancient temple seems to be left behind, and the three clear abrasions on the stage are broken, and the incense is full of dust.

For a time, the old man stood in the ancient temple. He looked at this very familiar scene. When he couldn't help but remember his child, he also took a trap and followed the brothers.

Time varies, now he is old as a residual candle, and those who have been good to him, or laughing at his brothers, I don't know how many people are still in the world.

When he walked into the stage, wipe the high platform, then picked up the damp plum, and sat quietly.

He still held the wood in his hands, but only took part, and what did not see it.

He just did something to do, but did not have the requirements of the children, he didn't know what to be engraved for a moment.

He is very thirsty, but there is no stream spring near this nearby, hungry in his belly, but he has no dry food.

The last old man slowly looked back, and he looked out of the dark sky, he called out a breath, "I am cold."

He slowly closed the eyes, in this temple, he as if he returned to the child, there was a voice of the brothers around, and he had the eyes of teaching and patrol. He seems to be opposed to it, let him open The eyes, means that you can don't sleep in class.

But after he blink, it is a lonely ancient temple in the dark.

He wanted to chanting, but he didn't say anything, he spoke shook his head smile.

He is really dull, so many years, he has forgotten.

At this time, the cold falls in his neck, he is surprised back, dim, flying in the moonlight is white petals.

This is a late spring snow, so beautiful, then cold.

The old man wrapped in shirt and got up to the outside, and looked at the snow.

Hunger and cold, he knew that he was so late, and the idea of ​​going home, was it a thoughtful thinking?

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After returning to the temple, he found some of the firewood, but there was no effort to try to fire in the temple, and the flint was also a tide, and it was a small fire to ignite.

The old man relies on the side of the wall, watching the little fire, there is not much dash, I can burn all, he can only be warm into sleep, otherwise I can't sleep.

The cold wind passed through the door, swept the fire, falling on the elderly, the old people in my sleep can not help but huddle.

I don't know what is dreaming, the old man actually said a dream, whisper whispered.

"The supernatant Zixia is quite emperor, the Taishang Avenue Yu Chenjun. Leisure Rui Pearl is a seven words, the dispensing is five-shaped to change the god ..."

He may be forgotten, and maybe I haven't forgotten, just in the dream, he finally returned to the temple that was once.

The fire is extinguished, and the cold is coming to this temple, half-hearted, the old man is finally awake.

He felt that he had a long dream. He returned to a child, and he also remembered those verses.

He joined his wood and engraved knife, he knew what he would want to engrave.

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The snow is snowing, the sun is rising, the world's white, the static is like an unmanned country.

In the temple, the sun shook through the dome of the dome, and fell on the old man who was focused.

The wood carvings in the hands of the old man have begun to take shape, and it should be a person. The man is sitting and holding a knee, holding a dollar, the original old man is actually engraving the image of the temple.

On one side, I have a word in the mouth. "There is a soul of the soul, and the left is Shaoyang right too yin. There is a demonstrander to live in front of the door.

It seems to be a little discomfort after the dark eyes of the dark, the old man, the old man, looked up, magically, he actually passed this cold night.

The old heart also jumped slowly, turned blood and warmth to his limbs.

It's just that he still feels very hungry and thirsty. He thought about it and continued to engrave on wood carving.

"The mouth is the jade pool too husband. There is no dry ..."

He felt that he was not so thirsty, but it didn't have much surprise, as if everything was natural.

He slowly got up, holding a wood carving and engraving into the snowy world, there is a lot of power between walking. The original master did not lie to me, only to this, I understand the true intention of the Tao.

"But ... I really understand?"

The old man shakes his head again, he has always been a dull person.

"Sports light, the vanilla, but destroyed hundred evil jade ..."

The old figure walks into the world, but that back seems to be so embarrassed.

..........

All the way to three thousand miles, the old man is addicted to the carving, the carving in his hand is his life, he has never been so delicate.

On the road, he is immersed in engraving and chanting, forgetting time, forgetting the front road, forgetting to eat drinking water, as if everything in the world is opened with him.

There is no doubt about many things when you are forty years old. There is no 52-year-old to the slight confusion, there is no hesitation of good decision when he is sixty years ...

He still didn't understand many things, but he didn't puzzled.

He never grievances, now today is clear, why need it need to be confused?

He doesn't need to pay attention to the world's vision to judge the quality of things, which takes the heart.

He doesn't need to have a steady maturity, he only needs Antinord, and you can get free.

He has never felt such a transparent, and he never felt such a clearing. He is a stupid person, and the stupid people often don't want too much, which will be very trouble.

He is flat in this life, but he never feels that he is , never feels trouble.

"... return to the purple hugged into the Dantian, private chambers in the Yangmen ..."

The old man is walking, crossing the river, overlying over the mountain, crossing the city, the road is getting more and shorter at his feet, and the more it goes.

After three years, the elderly came to Huafeng State, and came to Huang Ting Mountain, and came to the water chamber to play under the mountain when he came.

His slow leaning was washed with his hand, and the water waves opened, such as the same lady in the mirror, where is the old age?

That is a fifteen six years old.

The teenager wiped his face and dropped the last one on the wood carving, and the wood carving, the people in the water ... exactly the same.

"What is this donor?"

On the Huang Ting Mountain, the lectures who cleans the stairs look at the teenagers climbed, and they ask.

"Dare to ask Huang Ting Mountain ... Can you still charge?"

The teenager exposed a honest smile.