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There is no sky, no land, no man.

Nothing.

It is true loneliness, eternal nothingness.

and empty, so that there is no place.

Only one point.

Light.

Turned into a faint shadow.

Walk slowly.

Strolling, Xu Xing, is like a god who has come slowly from ancient times.

Walk through the mountains of the years and walk through the river of memory.

Silently, he walked over to me.

It's him, it's him!

Slender eyebrows, straight nose, bright eyes, thin lips.

He is so familiar, strange and familiar, just like the image in the mirror, isn't it just Mo Xu-

But he's not me.

He's not.

He is covered with hair and feet, he is strong, his cheeks are like knives, and his eyes are full of ridicule~~

Just like that, look at me.

It was a gaze of defiance, defiance of all, fearless and sharp, a sword that pierced me!

It makes me feel small, I know that I am humble, I bow my head, I tremble, my heart is terrified, I dare not look at it—

Don't even dare, ask him.

Who are you?

I know, I don't deserve it.

Yes, I am an ordinary person, who revere heaven and earth, and know that I am weak.

On my face, there is no envy of me, the marks of the wind and frost of the years, and in my heart, there is no that makes me yearn for, the openness of thousands of mountains and rivers—

A sneer entered his ears, and he looked up and saw the emptiness.

The man is gone.

He's gone.

Still a back, walking in the void, Xu Xing-

No!

A majestic and upright, a graceful and graceful, the two of them walked away hand in hand.

Missing.

How much!

How much!

I want to shout, but I don't speak!

I want to scream, but I don't speak!

I want to scream, but I don't speak!

Silent, silent, I'm out of anger!

I just want to destroy, destroy, destroy this heaven and earth!

Destroy myself!

How much!

......

......

......

Suddenly, the dream was hazy.

I don't feel the tears are wet, and my heart has no place to lean on: "Fate is the cause, fate is the effect." ”

Turning his sour eyes, in the dim light, the four walls were bright and dark: "There are destined people, there are destined people, ha!"

Not far away, Mr. sat and laughed and talked, but on the opposite side of the case, there was no one: "The Buddha said that he did not hold on to appearances, and the Buddha said that he had no skin, and the elephant bell had already recognized the Lord, so why should you ask again." ”

Silent for a while.

This scene is very weird.

Mo looked around in astonishment, and was in a fog for a while: "Sir, this is-"

"Ahh......h

"Enlightened and wonderful, wonderful, good, good, Amitabha-"

Before the words fell, the golden body appeared, and the room was full of light for a while: "Wow!"

But in front of the desk, three feet above, an old monk sat in the air: "Empty, Master of Empty Compassion?"

Mo Xuan has always been stupid, almost scared to death: "You, you are old ......"

It is empty sadness, but it is not empty sadness, sitting on the lotus platform, covered with thousands of Buddha clothes, three thousand rui qi, and the golden light is open like a screen: "Say floating life, ask drifting zero, sleep for ten thousand years, is it a dream or a wake?"

Mo was self-conscious, extremely shocked, "Sir, ...... first"

The gentleman groaned: "Sigh floating, thoughts drifting, leaves falling and flowers blooming, and waking up from time to time." ”

Empty and sad, silent.

Looking at Mo Xuan for a long time, his face is full of joy, relief, compassion, and awe.

......

"This monk is called Xingjue. ”

"It's the old sorrow, it's the fear, Amitabha, the south no Amitabha-"

"But sir, how much, but ......"

"One is obsessed, the other is obsessed, empty sorrow is not realized, and action can be realized?"

"Jin Rui is fiery, lawless, and he is more than enchanted. ”

"If you don't see it, you don't see it, you don't see

Empty and speechless, thinking.

Don't listen to it, but the words are in your ears, and you are bored for a while, so you can say that you are tormented: "So you are worried, so you are afraid, if you are separated from your beloved, you are not afraid of worry, but you are born when you die, but there is nothing, it is the old master who said ......"

"The monk is too long-winded!" the gentleman said categorically, as if he was impatient: "Go!"

When the next breath blows, the golden body dharma phase is shattered, and the Buddha's light and rui qi turn into nothing: "Nanwu! Amitabha Buddha ......"

......

......

It was dark.

The wind is cold.

The lights are also dim, and the wind moves the dead branches, and the shadows are full of shadows.

A person, with his head down, dragging his tired body and heavy steps, walked down the street.

At the feet, the gray shadows are in front of you, back and back, front and back, long and short, generally old-fashioned.

There is a black hole here, and it is dark and secluded there.

It was a little bright, very bright, and it was a cat: "Ahhhhhhhh

For it was a night owl, with one eye open and one eye closed, barking.

Rustle, rustle, this man, quietly treading his footprints, walking silently.

Walking in the dim and faint light, the left and right sides of the tile houses are gray and black, especially the paper on the window lattice, a grid of miserable white.

One room, one grid, a baby cry, a baby cry, a baby cry: "Woo wow-woo-"

In the ears, the masterpiece was made, and in an instant, the babies cried in unison: "Wow-wow-wow-"

It was a wild cat, mad and barking!

Haunted, haunted!

Of course, Zhu Dashao is bold and fearless of all demons and monsters!

Zhu Dashao, just afraid of the dark.

Yes, this person who walks at night is not Zhu Dashao.

This person is Mo Xu.

......

Stuffy head fast, every step of the way is terrifying!

Damn!

How many people are trapped in the devil's cave, presumably there are many bad lucks, so they say: "There is no good person! They are not good things! 10,000-year-old monsters! 10,000-year-old perverts!"

Mo Xuan secretly slandered himself, this is the first time in his life, and he is very dissatisfied with Mr. Ye!

People are close to each other, things are prioritized, and they are angry all day long, and if something happens, they will slip away-

Mr. Ye, I went to Baihualou.

Baihualou, Baihualou, every day, every night, that is a compulsory subject, Mr. is never late, rain or shine.

I have said that I find inspiration in poetry and talk about life in wine.

Pull!

Of course, those are some foolish children's words, and now the young master of the Mo family has grown up, and he is not stupid-

The gentleman said, it's not early, let's go home.

The gentleman said, obedient.

Hey—

The night is long, and the road is long.

Darkness followed like a shadow, and the sound of the wind resounded through the heavens and the earth.

Mingzhou Mansion.

The front is the public court, and the back is the mansion, which is square and magnificent, and there is a huge official territory!

From a distance, the door is full of people.

Vaguely, under the heavy night, the door of the government was opened, like a gluttonous mouth-

Devouring, this, swallowing inexhaustible darkness!

A little, a little, and a little, it's the lights, and it's going out.

One, one, and another, it's a human figure, and it's a shadow.

How many people there are.

Stick to it.

They are all civilians, honest people, people are like carp crossing the river, and the lights are like stars in the sky.

......

In the darkness, Mo Xuan was alone, poking straight and sticking there.

......

The stars in the sky, twinkling and twinking, blinked.

There are many lights, and there is silence.

There were only more people, more than in the daytime, men and women, young and old, down to the elderly, gathered in front of the government.

Some people are talking, some people are listening, and what they are talking about is the Mo family.

People are saying that Mo Xuan is listening, and this is not just a matter of the Mo family.

This is right and wrong, this is good and evil, this is black and white, this is right and wrong, justice is at ease in people's hearts-

Yes, there is a touch.

It's called, thanksgiving.

In the darkness of the night, no one can see it.

One bow, two bows, three bows, and three bows.

But what is it, his chest is undulating, and he is full of energy, as if he is desperately trying to break free from the layers of shackles that have been suppressed for a long time: "Whew-"

Mo held back his tears and stepped forward: "Cough!"