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The first snow, it fell very much.

The thick snow covered the ground, covering all the gore and burying all the illusions.

In the battle with Shenghai, hundreds of thousands of Shenghai's troops were wiped out.

They fled into the sea and drowned.

On the surface of the sea, corpses floated for months.

None of the nearly 200,000 people in Dongyuan survived, and the war was so.

took his life and broke off his love.

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At the top of the hill of the temple, the bell reverberates.

In the little monk who rang the bell, he turned around after ringing the bell in a monk's robe.

After taking a closer look, he hurried down.

"Master, Master!!"

The abbot of the empty edge is chanting.

"Master, look at that person!" Yuanli is young.,Grew up in the front edge temple since childhood.,Due to poor health.,A few days ago, I was allowed to come out to activities by the abbot of the empty edge.。

He rarely saw people, so he was especially surprised to see a stranger.

The abbot of the empty edge slowly opened his eyes, looked at the Buddha in front of him, got up and walked outside the hall.

The high top of the mountain looks down.

It was a man, he was dressed in a black robe, and the snow was particularly conspicuous, and every step was very steady, and the snow was as flat as walking on the ground.

The wind and snow were blowing on the shoulders above his head, and he didn't know it.

The man seemed to be holding something in his hand, red.

"Master, this person should have come to us, right?" Yuanli especially hopes that someone can ring the bell with him every day.

The abbot of the Void Edge sighed, but said nothing.

In front of the front edge temple.

The high steps are thick with snow.

The man stood in front of the temple, his eyes were desolate, he clenched the red cloth in his palm, and slowly walked up the steps.

Before he could speak, the temple door was opened.

A monk clasped his hands together: "Please donor, the abbot has been waiting for a long time." ”

The man was not the least surprised, and crossed the threshold of the temple gate, only to pause as his last foot was about to cross the door.

His hand touched the cuff, and a delicate mirror fell into his hand, and he stroked it gently.

Then he didn't look back, and threw his hand down the mountain, and finally landed on the snow without knowing it, silently.

The temple gate is closed, and everything is cut off.

"Donor."

The abbot of the empty edge stood in front of the statue of the Buddha and looked at him.

The man didn't enter, but turned around and walked towards the back of the front edge temple.

By the tree at the front edge, many of the red cloths were broken.

He stared somewhere, and all that was left was a red cloth tied to a branch, and the rest floated away.

It's really broken......

The man smiled, and the smile was so easy.

Sorarim stood behind him, not saying a word.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and he remained in one position, staring at the broken red cloth.

Wind and snow, he murmured: "It's finally broken......"

It is a relaxed tone.

It's finally broken.

It's good to be broken.

If it's broken, don't always worry about which day it will break.

The man slowly crouched down, feeling the dirt under the snow near the roots of the tree, and digging a pit little by little.

He buried the red cloth he had been holding in his hand into the pit, covered it with dirt, and sprinkled it with a layer of snow.

Everything returns to calm.

The little monk ran over secretly, gathered beside the master, and watched carefully.

"Master, what is he crying about?"

The abbot of the empty edge looked up at the white sky, "I'm crying." ”

"Fate?" The little monk was full of doubts.

"That's right, fate." The abbot of the empty edge smiled, "The fate is scattered and the fate is gathered, it is all fate, it cannot be changed, it cannot be reversed, and it cannot be forced." ”

The little monk tilted his head, "If you scatter, you will disperse, so what are you crying about?" Master, he's crying so pitifully. ”

Under the tree, a man knelt on the ground, clutching the place where the red cloth was buried with both hands, crying heartbreakingly but silently.

I've never seen a person cry like this, how sad it should be.

The abbot of the empty edge pulled the edge and turned around and said to him: "No matter how deep the feelings are, there will be a day to let go, as long as you ...... Enough of the disappointment. ”

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