Tears are the ocean, and the heart is the desert.

In the midst of this sea of sand, there was a man who was going to die.

There are no miracles, there really are no miracles.

I can't walk anymore, I can't walk anymore.

Only at dusk, into the night, when the bright moon was full of stars, Fang Yin leaned against the sand dunes with his back, sitting and waiting for death.

This time he was really waiting for death, sitting and waiting for death, Fang Yin was powerless to leave again.

It's not that Fang Yin hasn't regretted it, Daoist Fang has regretted it countless times, he shouldn't have come, he shouldn't have come, why bother, why bother, why didn't he save water? If God could give Fang Yin a chance to come over, then Daoist Fang would rather kill people than enter this desert again, he was still daydreaming about it, where was there such an oasis, and the mirage never appeared again-

It's still this day, leaving the Temple of the Ancients.

No matter how beautiful the wish is, the reality is cruel, the right to live has been deprived, and the idea of living has been abandoned.

It's too hard to live and too tired, so it's better to sleep for thousands of years.

Sleep for a long time. Fang Yin thought of the name.

The body is wooden, the head is also wooden, and the face of Mu Ran is wooden.

Mu Changtian. Mu Lao Road. It's a pity that there is no water.

Thoughts have become fragments, memories have turned into fragments, and it seems that one person after another has appeared.

A giant, Huba Cilen was laughing loudly, and the bear-like giant palm suddenly waved violently: "Horn Mi Woo!"

The walking Moro, the seated living Buddha, and the two red-clothed lamas looked at Fang Yin with four eyes, and smiled strangely: "Lord Vishnu, Lord Vishnu, life is suffering, and death is liberation." ”

Wu Chan, no Zen, are you okay? Fang Yin is going to die, do you know? Wu Chan is happy to himself, talking, saying: "Brother Fang Yin, Brother Fang Yin?" Wu Chan is very good, Wu Chan has married a daughter-in-law, the big girl with flaming red lips and domineering and glamorous waved her whip: "Crack!

"This immortal is incompetent, incompetent immortal!" The little monk had a round head and a round brain, and shouted proudly: "I am an immortal in the sky, and I am in charge of eating and drinking!" Yes, maybe the one who can save Fang Yin at this time can only be the incompetent immortal: "Dear ancestor! Dear brother!" "Master, master, are you okay?" A long horse face, black and iron-like: "Supreme Heavenly Venerable-" Yuan Shi, Zhao Ben, Hu Feifei, Niu Dazhi, and the five tiger generals? Goose?"

Yue Ling! Yue Ling! Draw swords to each other, the battle of the Mid-Autumn Festival! Just for the beauty, the moon and the stars, a pair of wall people, and see three lives. Singing the bright moon through the ages, who asks the lone star? Why don't you send cloud clothes, but you are wearing one! Yan'er, Yan'er, no one asks about the three lives, the Si people are alone and haggard, Mo Lian is born, and he likes to be blind! Yes, yes, Fang Yin is evading, Fang Yin always evasive, but people are originally a pair made in heaven, and there is only one more, a goose!

Countless memories poured in, and mixed thoughts took over my mind. Herod hissed, and suddenly saw the green clouds raising their hooves and stepping on thousands of mountains and rivers, and the long raised mane was like a flag, so vigorous and majestic! Even more majestic and imposing was one hundred and eight, one hundred and eight put on a battle robe and killed by the green clouds screaming, chirping! squeak! boss! boss! The boss is the starling, who can speak human words and starling birds, at the beginning of people, the nature is good, the sex is similar, and the habits are far away——

Hallucinations, signs of near-death, warm firelight, desolate ruined temples. Brothers who are alive, are you all right? Brothers who died, Fang Yin is coming. Yes, yes, I'm going to die, I'm very sleepy, I'm tired, Fang Yin is going to die. Yes, yes, he is still alive, he is not thirsty, he is not hungry, Fang Yin is going to die. Who is that? Who is that? A thin and indifferent man in black, with a sharp gaze, looked coldly, looked—

"It's him!

"He's a god of death, he's here to take Fang Yin's life, it's good. ”

"Take it! Take it! Fang Yin is not afraid, not afraid!"

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid! Don't go, don't go! Don't leave me alone, don't, don't think!"

"Here we go! Here we go!

Finally, the nightmare reappeared, and the blood-colored ocean, the gloomy mansion, the dark corner, the lonely child. Transfiguration, transfiguration, roaring and engulfing only the sea of blood, a woman in white walked in Lingbo, with a delicate face, smiling kindly. Suddenly, two blood and tears, dripping from the yellow spring, mother! Fang'er is here, this is coming, this is coming to you!

"Mother-"

The dream was shattered, but the sky was full of stars, and the night was like ink.

Looking at the stars in the sky, the stars blinked, and finally there was a trace of cool spring water, but the slightest trace was bitter.

I was already tired, tired, tired like a tsunami, and I had two mountains on my eyelids!

Fang Yin was tired, too tired, and just wanted to sleep.

The moment before closing his eyes, Fang Yin suddenly thought of a wonderful solution.

A glimmer of life can save lives!

Since there are tears, you can still cry, so keep crying, keep crying!

It's called endless recycling, quenching your thirst with tears, and then living, and it's a brilliant idea.

Not to mention whether this method will work or not, at least, Fang Yin can't cry.

"Die!" Fang Yin closed his eyes and accepted his fate.

Death is not terrible, rest in peace, Daoist Fang!

No one comes, no rain falls, the sky at night is as clear as it is during the day, that's fate!

"That's it!"

That moment was comfortable and comfortable, that moment was calm and calm, Fang Yin knew that he would not wake up again after falling asleep, no. Huang Sha will bury his body, between this heaven and earth, Fang Yin has come and gone, that's all. There is always a trace of unwillingness, a little loss, but that doesn't matter anymore, really doesn't matter anymore. Maybe there will be an afterlife, maybe it's gone, but that's no longer important, everything doesn't matter anymore.

The important thing is that Fang Yin is sleepy and wants to sleep.

Ke Wu was at hand, beside the green sac, Mo Lian was like a god of death's arm, and he gently hugged Fang Yin.

Before I lost consciousness, that word came to mind.

Laugh.

The night was late, Fang Yin was already asleep, and there was no life in the silence.

When the wind rises, it is a whimper, bringing up fine grains of sand, like water and moonlight, silently covering Fang Yin's body.

There is life and there is death.

No sorrow, no joy.

Sun and moon, rotation.

Extinction, new life.

There is no end to life, and everything in heaven and earth has love.

I learned that on the dunes, a small insect crawled over.

Soso, I know, under the dune, a small insect crawled over.

Extremely subtle, extremely weak.

The glow is glowing, and the armor is shining.