Legend of the Great Saint

White circles are buried in black soil, as if they were human skulls, yet much smaller than adult skulls.

He shook his hands into the dirt, dug it out, and his body stalled as if boiling blood had dropped to the ice point, which was nothing but a white stone.

“Er, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me!” Brother Li cried and held the hand of the goddess again: "My brother is not evil. Please help him. ”

“Second boy, what do I have in here?” The princess first told Brother Li not to panic, then touched his head, asked graciously, familiar and strange.

“I... I don't know...”

He grabbed the white stone and stood up blatantly. His body swayed for a moment. He felt tired, hungry, painful. At times, it came up like a tide, but it was no deeper and heavier than the disappointment in his heart. However, he did not know what he was disappointed in? Isn't that how he's been here for over a decade? What are you craving?

He walked out of the house of the goddess, covered his eyes with his hands, the sun shined between his fingers, the sun rose as usual, emitting a warm light, the mist covering the small village gradually dissipated, and the family's cooking smoke rose. It was a very ordinary morning that he had repeated hundreds of times in his life, and from now on, day and night, he had to live through it, but he felt a nightmarish fear.

Back home, lost his soul, sat at the table, had breakfast, had lunch, had dinner, always grabbed the stone like a child's skull in his hand, the sun set again, but tomorrow will rise again.

Woniu Village is too small, life is too peaceful, everything is passed on as fast as the wind. Soon everyone knew that Li Jiro had gone mad, came to visit, and sighed when they saw it. Said that he and the old cow were too deeply in love. He couldn't bear the blow for a moment, so he developed the symptoms.

On the moon, Jomtien finally stood up from the table, walked out the door, walked to the ancient well in the village, sat on a green stone covered with moss, staring into the well.

Well water quietly reflects next moon, reflecting a teenager's lean face, full of confusion. What the hell is wrong with me? Because of a dream like that? Yet, even though the dream had spread like smoke, the feeling in the dream still persisted.

It's fierce, it's hard work, it's laughter, indulgence, it's love, it's death!

His expression twisted and his scarred hands grabbed the white stone tightly.

“Erlang, you... don't move, anything can be said, cow death can't be resurrected...” Brother Li's voice trembled, afraid that he was going to throw a well and persuade him to do so.

“Son of a bitch, you're crazy! It's too late. Your parents died early. When I pulled a piss on you, you did this to me!” Sister Li shouted and said, sobbing.

Dog barking sounded all over the village, a household lit a light, the villagers woke up from their sleep, not long after kung fu, all surrounded by the well, adult children, men and women, seven mouths to persuade him, he must not think.

His gaze crossed the crowd, crossed the bullpost, crossed the endless 100,000 mountains, the word "green mountain” suddenly jumped into his mind, like a gleam of spirit, he bowed his head and murmured: “Green mountain! ”

“Brother, where's the cattle money? ”

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

“You... you wait, I'll get it!” Brother Li rushed out of the crowd and quickly handed him the silver money stuffing.

He looked at several ingots of silver and flashed silver under the moonlight. He put the stone in his hand and suddenly stood up. The crowd calmed down and looked at him with one pair of eyes.

He looked around, choosing the direction, and walked outside the village.

The crowd was stopped by his expression, afraid to stop him, split the two sides, and watched his figure disappear under the moon.

Brother Li and sister-in-law Li tried to stop them, but suddenly stopped and a strange look appeared on their faces.

At first, his footsteps were heavy and he had no idea where he was going. But gradually, his footsteps grew lighter and lighter, and he walked forward through the bright moonlight, along the path that was about to be submerged by the desert grass.

Walked all night into the town, the sun was shining, he stood in front of a butcher shop, a big bullhead, hanging on a meat rack with a broken corner. The bull's eyes were wide open, losing the shine of the day, and it was all cloudy. Fly dancing is haunting and seems to add a few boring footnotes to the death of this mediocre livestock.

However, he clearly felt that his eyes were staring at him, with his familiar warm eyes, suddenly his face felt moist, so that he could not even see it, tears had flowed.

“Little brother, what kind of meat are you buying? Yesterday you just killed a big beef, and you still have a lot of good meat!” The butcher asked strangely.

He pointed his finger at the cowhead.

A moment later, the butcher sent him away with a strange eye, and the sun shone a ray of light on his tall figure, carrying a big cowhead behind him.

The cow's head was heavy, and the white stone in the clay pressed against him. And that dream doesn't seem to be slim anymore, it becomes heavy and clear!

The light was gloomy and the stars shifted.

The teenager became a man, the man became an old man, traveled all over the mountains, but the dream situation never appeared, but he still refused to stop, keep looking!

At last, one day, he reached the top of the mountain and stopped. His once tall body had been rickety. His clothes were even more rugged. The cow on his back had only a skull, and the white stone was moistened like a bone, but it was heavier than ever.

He turned back and looked at the path he had taken when he had come, how many times had he had the opportunity to stop and enjoy peace and joy, rather than drink up the wind cream and have nothing.

He couldn't help but think, maybe he shouldn't have come out, maybe he had gone mad decades ago, so he saw Woniu Village again, and saw that he, who was equally old, was a descendant and enjoyed his old years.

Do you regret it?

He took off the yellow cow skull on his back with his old hands, slowly wore it on his face, held it by one hand, the other hand out by his warm and warm white stone, stared for a long time, suddenly laughed, the laughter grew louder and louder, there was a heavy cough, a mouthful of blood coughed, dyed the red and snow white beard.

A blast of laughter stopped, and he fell on his back, looking at the sky, and said: "I regret nothing! ”

Death springs up and sinks into the infinite darkness, and suddenly, a butterfly flies in the infinite darkness, with unspeakable colors, flowing down an equally unspeakable piece of paint, dyed on this black screen.