When the little half-immortal came for the first time, when he saw this mountain, he wondered if his heart would be directly flattened if this stone moved.

He has been here four times, but it has been six years since the most recent one.

As soon as they arrived at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, a shepherd boy rode an ox and walked over, but he was six or seven years old, and he was also white and lovely, holding a bullwhip in one hand and a letter in the other, and his voice was still milky, "Are you called Little Banxian?"

Xiao Banxian said: "Not bad." ”

"This is what my brother asked me to give to you. But the shepherd boy did not hand over the letter, but tilted his head and said, "He said that you would give me ten taels of silver as a reward." ”

Xiao Banxian knew who that brother was, who else could come up with this trick but Wu Hao.

The little half-fairy took out ten taels of silver and handed it to the shepherd boy, who then handed over the letter.

The little half-immortal opened it and took a look, and there was a map inside, a very simple map, but the little half-immortal saw that he had mixed feelings in his heart.

He has walked this way, and he also knows the destination, he has come to Zhongnan Mountain four times and walked this road four times, and everything he has arrived at is this destination.

Jiang Xiyan saw that Xiao Banxian's face was wrong, and asked, "What's wrong?"

The little half-immortal folded the letter, "Let's go." Suddenly, a flash of inspiration occurred in his mind, and without saying a word, he chased in the direction where the shepherd boy left, Jiang Xiyan looked at his figure and reacted, how could there be a shepherd boy at this time and place.

Jiang Xiyan just wanted to chase after him, but he saw the little half-immortal turn around, and the little half-immortal said: "It's gone, I didn't catch it." ”

Jiang Xiyan said: "When I saw that it was a child, I unconsciously relaxed my vigilance. ”

The little half-immortal said: "Let's go, since they want us to go, let's go." ”

Jiang Xiyan saw the clue, "Do you know that place?"

Little Half-Immortal smiled bitterly, "I've been there four times." ”

At this moment, suddenly he was patted on the shoulder, and Xiao Banxian turned his head with a palm, and heard Wuji's voice, "Brother, it's me." ”

"Innocent?!" the little half-fairy asked in a low voice with an empty voice behind him.

Wujian let out an 'um', "I'm sorry, brother, I fell asleep." ”

For two days in a row, I was tired enough to find a shelter from the wind and fell asleep, and I was a careless person, and I slept deeply, and I didn't wake up until I heard them talk just now.

The little half-immortal felt a little sorry in his heart, the pure monk handed over his only apprentice to himself, but he didn't let him live a good life for almost a day.

The little half-immortal asked, "You used an invisibility talisman?"

Wujian said: "Brother Mo gave it to me, do you want me to take it off?"

The little half-immortal said: "No need, you just follow us like this." ”

Wuzhi said: "Brother, will you leave now?"

Little Half-Fairy nodded, "Let's go, go and save you Sister Fluttershy and Yao'er." ”

In the winter mountain, the stones are less green and blue, and they are all faintly yellow.

The trees were withered brown, the grass was withered yellow, and only the birch groves were grayish, as if covered with a thin veil.

Everything looks so bleak and lifeless. The mountain rocks are very cold, there are mountains and rivers seeping out, there are icicles gushing out, embroidered on the stone cracks one by one, the long icicles are like stalagmites in the cave, there are thick bowls, there are also chopsticks as thin and slippery, under the sun, glowing like crystal.

As far as the morning sun slope looks, there is a desolate brown jungle on the clear and thin rocks, and the shady slope is full of mottled snow.

The three of them walked slowly, each of them pressing a boulder on their hearts, and they walked much slower than usual.

365 days a year is like the building blocks in a closed box, which seem to be the same, but they are indispensable. Gently sucked a piece away, and the tall building collapsed with a bang. Each of us in this world is a unique building block that cannot be taken away or wasted. And most of the time, we feel that we are not needed, no one holds you tightly and does not let go, and says to you, you dare to leave me to try. That's why a sense of security is so scarce, curled up like a baby when sleeping, walking with your head down, and no one looking.

Because the newborn calf is not afraid of this fierce tiger-like world, he always believes that one day, he can return to the mountains and forests and escape the cage of the world. Many people, many years later, let the barren wind blow away the young man's hesitation, and the rock in his heart turned into sand, and he scattered when he touched it. How many people can die without flinching, dying without looking back, and dying without giving in? If they can, then God will also obey his will. However, most people don't understand this truth.

I said that I felt like my body was rapidly stiffening and the musculature was hardening from the inside out. I was so anxious that I felt that there was only one place to connect with me. I said I felt as if I was contained in this and dwelled in here. As for where this is, it's unclear. I just instinctively felt like I was included in this place.

I said that I felt like my body was rapidly stiffening and the musculature was hardening from the inside out. I was so anxious that I felt that there was only one place to connect with me. I said I felt as if I was contained in this and dwelled in here. As for where this is, it's unclear. I just instinctively felt like I was included in this place.

People in the world know that evil things often have great power, such as clouds and evil, which will shock people to part the top door bones and blast away their souls, and they do not know that good things can also have great power, it makes people see their lives, and there are also such shocks. In the Buddhist scriptures, it is described that the world vibrates in six kinds and eighteen phases, and it is like the vibration dropped by a thermonuclear bomb.

Those things that disturb people's feelings, hurt people's feelings, and make people disheartened, to be affectionate to them, is to get along with their own feelings. It is enough to have seen it, keep it in your heart, even if you have cultivated through the heavens, you can turn losses into gains, and turn garbage into treasures, what lessons are worth learning. It's better to hand it over to the head, and put it when the bag can afford it, if it's too heavy, and the head bag is unstable, let it break out of the bag.

Rugged and empty, you feel lonely when you go out alone: as you walk on the hillside, you suddenly feel that the sky is lower, and even the blue sky and white clouds are buckled down from the zenith, and the sky and the earth become flattened. After a while, heaven and earth will turn into a big bowl, and Xue Song walks alone at the bottom of the bowl. He felt like an ant in a mortar that was about to be crushed, and he couldn't help but throw away the bundle of firewood and fall to the ground and roll. After rolling, pick up firewood and walk, walk into the lush grass and trees, and get into the empty and dark bamboo building. At this time, loneliness no longer resembles an ambiguous madness, but becomes a sting in the body.

As you dry it one by one, your wry smile sinks into my heart. I also have a wry smile on my face, and I have also participated in your life tricks. Being human is like standing with a wry smile, as the Earth rushes aimlessly into space, and there is no other meaning. You have learned such a lesson from life, and you have given it a faint sneer, and I am the same now.

She used to be greedy for joy and indulged in love, but apart from the memories about him, time did not leave her with anything else. The past was too weak, like a cicada, and it was left in the summer of that year, and I couldn't mention it, so I didn't mention it. What she wanted was always his future.

So you can't stop, no matter how funny you think, you can't give up halfway, be sure to grit your teeth and jump on the dance point. Jumping and jumping, the previously solid things will soften a little bit, and some things are not completely incorrigible. Use everything you can and go all out, and don't be afraid. You are indeed tired, exhausted, and terrified. There are times when everyone feels that everything is wrong and stops.

It was a wandering stranger, until I met the thin green field, the clear spring in the Gobi, and your small heart field, planting the past, dreams, full of happiness, I heard someone whisper: This is the place where you have moved your mortal heart, this is your dream that you will never reach.

At this time, there was a sound outside the house. The voice was low, like the rustle of silkworms eating mulberry leaves, slowly from far to near, and the tiger floated over. The window glass vibrated lightly, and the jade Buddhas and Pixiu resting in it trembled slightly as if they had seen a nemesis, and they moved away from their original positions, and the dust around them jumped.

In the past, I never met him many times a day at school, and walking on the road with my hands clasped was as sweet as honey, but now, I have gradually learned that each has its own world, and even if I have free time every day, I don't have to meet him. She and him, with each other as the center of the circle, developed two circles, only occasionally intersecting, but they are no longer the whole of each other.

People are afraid that they will not dream, and only a scorched heart will remain, and pieces will gradually peel off. If you still have the ability to dream, whether it is a hideous and fierce nightmare, or a sweet dream that melts into spring, then these dreams are like clouds that will turn into rain, and sooner or later they will always nourish your heart.

In life, there are always some setbacks and ups and downs to face, there are always some fogs to be crossed in life, and there are always some pains to be comprehended. Beware of being tired and tired, remember to stop and find a warmth for your soul and a clear sky for yourself. Tasting a cup of tea and listening to a piano sound is a period of time;

Slowly, nothing in their bodies was gone, and the omnipresent wind had swept them away. Buddhism says that color is hue, and the body is skin. She felt that the Buddha's words were true. She is now like a full skin, but she doesn't know if she has been cleared of original sin.

The figure of the young people is also reminding Si Yiwen: Don't think that this small shop with a quiet back is anything different, the dirty and cute table in front of you, your coke circle, honey twist, and the outside are only separated by a layer of glass, which will shatter with just a light blow, and it will become a world with the outside.

Water, seemingly supple and boneless, can become imposing, surging and stacking, incomparably powerful; seemingly colorless and tasteless, but can sway out of the vast green field, fruitful fruits, thousands of purples and thousands of reds; it seems to be low in the place, but it can transpire in the nine skies, for the clouds for the rain, for the rainbow for the xia; it seems to have no shape, but it can be the savior of all things and is eagerly awaited......

Some of them feel like dreams, a fog that permeates every corner of people's spirits, making them unable to think, act, or even anything. Some signs of our dreams linger in our minds, as if we were not officially sleeping, and the residual warmth of the day remains on the dull surface of our senses. When a person's will becomes a bucket of water in the yard and is kicked over by a clumsy passer-by, it is truly an intoxicating time for nothing.

And when the good years passed, the eggshell was gently crushed by a hand on the edge of the bowl, and the whole package was torn open by a huge force, and we began to get used to the qualities of the darkness, those wandering darkness and constant cold. They float in the air, pinpointing our fragility and vulnerability, and creeping into open pores.

I believe that life is a stubborn iron, unless it is burned red in the furnace of sympathy, and the calamities of the world are used as a hammer to make him burst into sparks, he is always so cold, dead, and melancholy wandering on the road of life, and we are in a very violent numbness every day to pass a kind of pain that we cannot even sympathize with.

This attitude towards life is called "lotus in fire" in Buddhist scriptures, that is, in the burning of fire, a pure lotus flower blooms. Therefore, without soil there are no flowers, without dark clouds there is no rainbow, without darkness there is no movie, without rolling in the red dust, there is no enlightened life.

I wanted to command my soul to stop, to escape from my shell, to leave my body and drift away on my own—listening to this music I would go crazy. But at last I returned to my old self, with my extremely sensitive thoughts, with the nerves that were clearly visible under my paper-thin skin.

After that, I never had the chance to be so close to you again. Every time I see you, the uncontrollable joy, rise, and excitement in my body are clearly reminding me that the mood of liking you has always been there, from the past, to the present, and to the future. It's probably a long life, and I can't control and control my mood like you. They accumulate day by day, month after month, soaking me, turning me into amber. The world is silent, only like your mood and become the core of the glow.

I think that a person's past, like Jacob's ladder in the Bible, can never ascend to heaven with one step. And the process of people is also to climb the ladder one by one in order to reach a certain height. At that height, full of wind and moon, green mountains and green waters, all in front of you. This state of mind is very different from the confusion of stepping on the first step of the ladder without knowing what will happen above.

Even if I didn't tell you, I must have looked at your back and read it in my heart thousands of times. The sembling beings on the side of the Sansheng Stone went back and forth, but no one looked here, which shows that reincarnation is just muddy. The flowers on the other side bloomed all the way, like blood. The Lethe River flows quietly, 3,000 years to the east and 3,000 years to the west.

The sun rises over the eastern horizon and sets high above the western horizon – something in you suddenly clatters to death as you watch it over and over again every day. So you throw down your hoe and go west, west of the sun, without thinking of anything. He went mad for days without eating or drinking, until he fell to the ground and died.

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