The golden light is transparent, rendering things that are close to the eye, and then observing from a distance~ It is a blue sky.

The houses were scattered and broken, and they were piled up in rows in one of the corners under the hill.

They were satisfied with the shelter they had been given a place of rest.

Regardless of the consequences or the rest of future generations, he thinks that ordinary people have ended here.

Ever since the guest was raised as an ancestor, he rarely remembered the way he used to survive. Seeing the broken carved tiles on the wall, his mind did not fluctuate much, and he slowly rested his thoughts.

Ever since the time when Hakka lived to surprise everyone, the peers who had seen Hakka had already been dead for a long time. The existence of the guest shop surprised many people. It's just that the predecessors passed on it by word of mouth, and they all knew about the existence of the Hakko.

Hakka often goes up the mountain to look down on the scenery, and it is often unpredictable what he is thinking.

I only know that he never revealed his identity, nor did he go to a big place outside the city to verify the identity of the monk.

No one dared to go to a big place outside the city, and that was not the place where civilians in this area should be. The city near it was already the world they wanted, and outside the city, they thought it was the whole world.

There are often ordinary people, regardless of the restraints of their predecessors, who come to ask for the answers to the Hakka world.

As for the result, Hakka never shy away from it. It will always be said that the world's propaganda answer: the Heavenly Emperor and the Dao Ancestor exist in the world, the existence of the common people, and the scholars who correspond to them.

They always chase after the words of the guest shop, and ask what the existence of the guest shop is. At this time, the guest will always say, "You know, I am above you."

When they are bored with themselves, they will always leave the guest shop and go back to work or be in a daze.

Hakka doesn't understand the world, doesn't understand what benevolence and morality are, and doesn't understand why he is above "what he thinks is his own people", and he doesn't understand why those people before him seek death.

Ke Ziyan recalled his previous work, although he felt a little tired, but he endured it and passed. Why do they care so much? They don't even feel their lives, as if they existed as if they didn't exist.

The vague memory of the guest can only be imprinted.

I remember working for a year and getting enough money to live on, and then I went out and went shopping.

It seems that I have been working for less than a year, right? Kezi asked himself wantonly, and even more doubted that he had become a successful existence in the eyes of others.

Do you just remember that you made money and lived for a while, maybe a few months to seven or eight months?

I don't even know what happened, my countrymen died, and my peers continued to tell me about my existence.

I never worked again, and in a short period of time I lived for four years and became the oldest in the village.

In addition to feeling that there is no special entertainment in the world, the existence of ordinary life is enough for Hakka to live a stable life, and he is deeply touched.

As an extremely special existence, Hakka stayed in this remote corner for a full forty years.

The existence of the guest is beyond the imagination of the monk. He seems to be very different, more special than a monk in the world.

thinks that the "mountain guest" will be the one who will spend the rest of his life, and the guest thinks that he should die at any time like "everyone".

Since you will die, you don't want to live like this.

Later, when the guest found out that he was not dead, he was confused and asked his fellow villagers in confusion.

Later, he was recommended by his fellow villagers to go to the city, and this time the guest was arrogant while going.

He just felt that the people in the city were no different from the people in his country. Although I have lived a little longer, there is not much difference.

Later, Hakzi was recommended to Qi Yunshan, and then the Hakka fellow villagers harvested a lot of money.

He was happy with his money, but his fellow villagers only lived a few more months before dying.

The guest was confused for a long time, and he was speechless and speechless.