Three years ago, my brother arrived in Kyoto and has not returned.
I packed my bags and went south looking for people.
Walking all the way, staying at night at a temple.
In the middle of the night, there was a long scream from the door: “Hey, little lady, open the door for Xiaoxiang.” I’m sorry.
I found a veil on the door of the House of the Night.
and white and soft,
Light and fine.
I didn’t take it seriously. I pulled it off and wiped the sheets and the windows, and then I put the covers on it, and I fell asleep.
And when the sleep became heavy, the door was blown.
And behold, I woke up: “Who?”
A soft whisper came out of the door: “Did this lady see the turban left behind by her? I’m sorry.
It’s terrible.
Worse than that, someone talks under your window at night.
Looking out of the window, only one young man stepped on a wooden pedal, standing in the low of the moon, with his large sleeves moving and moving, with a sense of flight in the wind.
An ancient village, beautiful.
In this context, there is a glimpse of confusion and beauty.
Before I left my home, I heard strange rumors about the Lengusha.
It is said that the devils are here, and that if they are entangled, they are either drained or dragged to another world, and they have never been seen.
So I opened the window stitches and threw out the fabric that wiped the stinking feet of the floor window.
“Just give it back!”
The other eye was caught in his hand.
Then, the veil that rots on its hands and is dried of pickles is in my mind.
Three years ago, my brother arrived in Kyoto and has not returned.
I was worried about his well-being, and I packed his bags and tried to find someone south.
All the way down the hill to the border of Montenegro was to see a small, old temple standing there, lying in front of the temple under a grey and white sign, with three red-coloured words on the “Lain Temple”.
I decided to stay here one night.
The temples are small, a few broken houses can live, and the nearest door is covered with a fragrance veil, which I did not take seriously.
On that night, the owner of the veil came to the door…
And remembering this, We awakened, but saw the sky bright, and there was no one outside.
It’s like everything last night was a dream.
I was afraid, and I packed my bags, and I went on my way, and there were trees all over the land, and the sun was in it, and I couldn’t tell the difference between day and night.
All the way, I’m already starving. In the shadows, there’s a family in front of us, moving forward, and the house is becoming more and more crowded…
This is a small village!
And a group of fat chickens strangling from my feet, rounded and crossed, are the vast paddy fields of gold and yellow, and several of them wandered on them, and were all radiant and full of radiant faces.
Is it true that, as the passers-by from my hometown said, the year of Gaechi, is the golden age?
In doubt, I move on.
It is a quiet place where everyone smiles, and I am hungry, and an old man groans with mercy, and cuts half of his ear from the head of a pig, and gives it to me with kindness.
I didn’t have time to thank you. I put it in my mouth.
It’s strange that the pig’s ears are red, and they taste like wax.
I was busy spitting all the flesh out of my mouth, and I saw him, and I cut a pig’s nose and passed it, and it was still a smile.
“Thank you, Uncle. I’m sorry.
When I tightened my belt, I turned around and the village looked at me and talked from time to time.
Fortunately, another village entrance was crossed, with several familiar green leaves appearing along the road.
And then look on the ground, full of fallen fruit, and the skin is already brown, with dried-up fruit and a delicate scent running right into the sky.
Peaches!
It’s the smell of food!
I even picked up the rocks, smashed the shell and swallowed a few nuts!
And the old man with the pig was still standing behind me, laughing, “Little girl, bad luck.” I’m sorry.
And the day passed, and it was dark, and I was afraid to stay, but returned to the walnuts.
As yesterday, the door was still a thin veil, but this time it was a chubby, purple, fragrance and sneezing.
I didn’t take it this time and let it hang on the door.
At night, however, the door was knocked on again.
“My little lady, my little lady.”
A long man wandered under the window, “I dropped the towel, you take it down to me, okay?”
“You want me to take it?” Wouldn’t I be ashamed if you’d wiped your limbs? I’m sorry.
“…”
Apparently, this one is harder than the last one, when I’m stuck with my salt, and the other one taps the door, and he screams, “You little bitch, open the door, little girl.”
I was wondering if I’d break the window and suddenly there was a little bit of broken music coming out of the window, and it wasn’t as if there was a song on earth.
The banging immediately stopped and I looked out through the door stitches, and I saw a long, unknown thing, shaking my body and running along the wall.
And the sound of the fragrance in the ear is even more loud.
On balance, I opened the door to the past.
Oh, there was a pavilion?
I was here yesterday, but I didn’t find this kiosk, and at the middle of the month, a plume of dark moonlight was thrown into the knob, and this place was carved into a crystal palace.
Yesterday, the man who knocked on the door sat in this quiet palace, with his hands on the chords, with his eyes like spring…
I’m surprised, I’m too busy to back off.
Seems like I’m shocked by the fact that the one with the silky black hair is falling from his shoulder, and it’s a strange beauty.
Cinnamon?
A demon?
And I set my eyes upon this man with the light of his left and, fortunately, he stood in the shadow.
“You drove it away? I’m sorry.
“…”
The other party should not, it would seem, be reluctant to answer.
“Thank you. I’m sorry.
I bowed to him in coldness: “I thought yesterday that the turban had been destroyed, I was sorry.”
“Today we have been saved, and we have spoken with gratitude. I’m sorry.
It stopped.
“How can you be grateful? I’m sorry.
And the man looked at me, and his words were bit by him, and with it was a beautiful rhythm, as though he was reciting a poem.
And then I had a little bit of tremors — it was like itchy, and it was like a spring wind, and it was indescribable, but it was weird.
Under pressure, I shook my lips: “Well, what do you want to be grateful? I’m sorry.
And he looked at me for a long time without saying, and suddenly he rose up, and his clothes swayed to me: “I am so cold. I’m sorry.
I don’t know why he said that.
“I’m cold too. I’m sorry.
“Then we…”
“Go back to the houses, it’s warm. I’m sorry.
“…”
They stare at me, they stare at me for a while, and they say, “Don’t look at me like that, I see what you want.” I’m sorry.
“Hmm? I’m sorry.
The man hears words, and his lips are thin, and he bears a bit of red lips: “What do I want?” I’m sorry.
I said, “I just want to be covered, just give it to you.” I’m sorry.
“…”
Somehow, the other one heard his face and left.
I don’t know why.
One night of sleepless sleep, the next day, I was up early, and I ran around all the corners of the corner that I had not arrived yesterday.
There seem to be a lot of passersby like me in the village.
They are hungry, dressed in clothes and different from the local, big and fat villagers, and even one or two of them are better than beggars.
I watched a student stretch his mouth long enough to drink tea in the hands of a young woman, who covered her face with veils, bending her face and fragrance.
The strong scent, it’s always smelling somewhere.
But then the shadows disappeared, and I followed in the direction, but I saw a chain of gods in front, and most of the things in it were strange, even the lines were confused, and the shape was strange.
Of these, the temples to the east are the highest.
The fragrance here seems to be very strong, because of the large amount of tributes, so much that they almost drown, and the strange shape of the pedestal, engraved in strange symbols, which look like a scale.
And look at the temple as a creature that looks like a fox, a mouse, a mouse, a luminous piece of glass, which is somehow a worship, and on top of it is a small, obstinate statue, wrapped in red cloth.
Looks… lonely.
I just started to think of it, and suddenly a wind came to my feet, and the little statue rolled on its bones.
Huh?
I was about to stretch my foot and kick that thing away, and I was sending back an old sigh: “He will never take the initiative to choose the believers.” I’m sorry.
Turning around, the old man who gave me his ears yesterday.
And when I was on the lookout, he smiled with no care: “Now that I have chosen you, it is also your blessing, take it with you, He will help you.” I’m sorry.
Help?
“I don’t need help. I’m sorry.
“Alas, little lady talk too full. Come on, the old man shot the belly and laughed.
And when he left, I picked up the little statue, and it was only a little thing with a big slap in its hand, and it sank.
“Well, since they’re all alone, be a companion. I’m sorry.
I still haven’t found an exit on this day.
This was also unexpected.
Returning to the Qur’an, We were crucified in lice, and in the middle of a dream, two clear conversations came out of our ears.
One sharp, long:
“Ashuro, the mud, the mud? I’m sorry.
It’s a light, quiet one:
“Leave it to me. Don’t worry about her. I’m sorry.
“…”
The two men, who had been talking for a long time, seemed to be fighting for something in vain, and at a time when there was a cold wind passing through, I had a vibe and woke up.
And looking out the window, it’s still heavy night.
Getting out of bed, opening the door, seeing a long, hairy shadow, running through the air and blinking, and disappearing in sight!
No! No!
That’s not how fast the beast can go!
I’m stunned, and I’m coming forward with white shoes.
In the moonlight, as if he had given light to the road, he would not be forced to look at it. When he turned to me, he drank, “Stop! I’m sorry.
“Are you afraid of me?”
“…no. I’m sorry.
Then why are you avoiding me?
“…”
Step closer.
Behind my back, the cold finger held my shoulder, and he whispered to me, “That was a big beast, did you see it?” I’m sorry.
“See you, see you. I’m sorry.
My heart is beating so fast, I’m scared! I’m sorry.
“I’m afraid of me, I’m afraid of me. I’m sorry.
“…”
In a moment of silence, this young man snuggles, caresssss his cheeks with his own hands, and casts his face in the shadows: “Do you say that you are grateful to me that day? I’m sorry.
I nod my head.
“This temple is too big and too dark for me to find my way home.” Say, “What should we do?” I’m sorry.
“It’s okay. I said, “I live alone anyway. I’m sorry.
I hear that the look in the eye is more and more emotional:
“Why don’t I take you home. I’m sorry.
I sincerely said, “I live alone, I have nothing to worry about, I can walk away.” I’m sorry.
“…”
After that, We turned back to the house, and pulled a leash out of the burden, and tied to the waist.
“What is this?” I’m sorry.
“It’s a belt. I said, “I put my weight on my waist.”
“Let’s go. I’m sorry.
After that, we went together, one after another, on the country trail.
And for each walk, I untie the line, and the other saw the doubt: What are you doing? I’m sorry.
“Specify the roads. I’m sorry.
I put the rope away, and said, “My parents said that it was not a ghost that could not go out, but that someone had used some strange form of formation to trap the people inside. I’m sorry.
Seeing what I’m saying, he’s sighing.
In the middle of the night, the village was silent, and the trail was not in the grass at all. We followed each other a few times before and saw only the red light in the artemisinin grass ahead.
Pull the grass. It’s an open house!
The only thing I saw was a red cage with a high fire, the center door was high, and a few words were written: “Peil House.”
“This is your house?”
“Hmm. “My name is Pei, and you can call me Bae-sheng.” I’m sorry.
“…my name is Sue, and my name is Miyuki. I’m sorry.
After the exchange of names, he invited me in, and I didn’t refuse.
After all, it’s not morning outside.
Through several galleries, the moon is as easy as it can be, and Pei has made me sit at the table, almost as a hospitality, with a bowl of gold and a few cases in front of me. The face of the uyu-yu is so close: “I will bathe first, I will bother you. I’m sorry.
“…good. I’m sorry.
I didn’t know why he was going to bathe, but I did, and then I ate the walnuts, no matter how delicate the table was.
Looking around, there’s only one thing in the penthouse — the cages and chairs here are all red and, in the light of the red candles, they’re more subtle and disoriented.
I took a few glances and saw one of the spring stools and seemed to move.
Huh?
I turned around and pretended to be smashing walnuts, and I watched the stool with the rest of my light. I saw the stool as fresh as flesh, very delicate, and saw that I had stopped looking at it, and then I bent four stools, moving towards the wall.
The spring stool scared me and walked away!
Look, it’s not in the wall, I’m pulling a stool, and I’m just touching it, like two cold touchers, and it’s so big, it pulls the whole person into the wall!
It’s bright, but it’s another strange room!
The attics are the same as the attics, with a red chair and a red bed with a red-stained student sitting next to the bed and looking familiar.
I looked at it, and immediately surprised, “Brother?” I’m sorry.
There was a slight difference between turbans and blue shirts on each other’s heads and the sleeves – because of the lack of fabric, the mother cut off my dress and put together a shirt with large sleeves so that he could go to Kyoto with more dignity.
Yes, this is indeed the garment of the brother.
But the other face was strange: “Who are you?” I’m sorry.
Look closely, his face is a few things familiar, but it is not my brother, but a student who was seen in the village during the day. My heart fell down: “Where did you come from? I’m sorry.
“Snatch it!”
“You’re lying! I’m sorry.
When I screamed, the other hand beats his lips: “Shh, hush! Don’t scare my lady! He said he was covering up the red veil and taking off the robe outside.
Give it back!
I was too busy to grab my clothes, and the spring stool immediately broke out and swam under my bed with four little feet, and I couldn’t believe it. I’m sorry.
“Yeah, it’s right here! “It’s not surprising that the people of this village can pick up clothes, and besides, it’s no good clothes…”
I’m:
I wanted to doubt him, but my brother was much older!
Are the brothers really in the village?
“Why don’t you beg here? I’m sorry.
“I am not a beggar. I’m sorry.
“Then you’re in trouble. “If I go to Kyoto tomorrow and I can’t get three cents, I’ll be a rich man back here. I’m sorry.
I didn’t want to listen to him bragging about leaving with his robe, but I saw a few good foods on the red table, and I had already eaten a cup, and I was astonished: “You have eaten food without taste? I’m sorry.
“What? I’m sorry.
“It is said that it is God’s food, and no one can eat it. I’m sorry.
My parents used to tell me that if it was food, smell, salt, fragrance, fragrance, it was always the same, but there was a food, no matter how delicious it looked, chewing in its mouth like candlewood.
This food must never be eaten.
And in that remote village, they set forth certain rules, and asked me and my brother to take stock.
Who knows? They say, “Ha ha!” It’s been a long time since you’ve been out here! I’m sorry.
He said, “Let’s go, I’m going to live with the lady!” I’m sorry.
In response to his words, the people inside were moving, and on that red bill was a twisted, long tail?
No, I must have had my eyelids!
And lo! We were not afraid to tarry, and We went forth quickly, but it was a dark, dark corridor, without seeing its end.
Whether or not to go, in the dark of the luminous darkness, a rejuvenation emerges, and the man with a little light covered in red veil in his hand, whose face is baptized with light, even more so.
“Miss Sue, you can’t go anywhere…”
I’ll turn around and leave.
As you can imagine, this Pei King and what’s in that account is probably a piece of shit.
The pattern opens, and it’s probably the same thing.
However, after the passage of one corridor after another, the familiar figure appeared again.
And the lantern revealed a red, dark-eyed, dark-eyed eye, and a cold-eyed eye looked at me: “None of those who saw me before was going upside down, and only you were afraid to look at me, as if I had seen a ghost.
“Look at you, scared like this…
“How dare you mention the bookman today? I’m sorry.
The cold wind that comes from nowhere is not going to blow me all over my limbs, to blow my teeth off, or even a full sentence.
In front of his eyes, the man suddenly mentioned my neck, and he said, “So, all the cowardies of the past were faked?
“It was all a lie, wasn’t it?”
And I blinked, “Guess?”
I’m probably pissed off by my skittish attitude.
The next moment, something in my arms fell off.
The face of the human being is cold and cold, and he is covered in silver, grass, and a little Buddha, covered in red cloth. Somehow, his face changes suddenly.
After that, he gently pushed and I fell into the door myself.
Looking around, still familiar red tables and red stools, I left my walnuts on the little ones.
Here, it’s the old loft.
I don’t understand the spatial distribution principle at all, and I’m down in my head.
And Pei put the Buddha by my side, for some reason it was a little subtle: “I want to hear why you brought it upon me. I’m sorry.
And We took the image in hand, and gently washed it out of the dust: “Because it seemed so lonely.” I’m sorry.
“Oh, yeah. “Why not worship it?” I’m sorry.
‘Cause I don’t need anything.’
“Nothing? As long as human beings are alive, there can be no need for nothing but real reason. I’m sorry.
“Not fair. I’m sorry.
“Unfair?”
“Yes,” I nod. “When I worship it and believe in it, it is tantamount to placing myself in the position of a slave and giving myself unstoppable.
“It’s not fair.
“Nothing is worth it. I’m sorry.
The Lord of Pei laughed, saying, “Why should you take it with you, if you do not worship it?” I’m sorry.
‘Cause I need it. I’ve put a small image in my chest, “I’ll take it with me, day by day, year by year, towards the twilight, and live and die. Is that more sincere than the hypocrites? I’m sorry.
“You…”
They saw what I was doing, and they looked red, but looked at it as if it was only my fault.
The candles are not known, and the veils are covered with red veils, and the eyes are full of smell.
For some reason, being watched silently by those eyes, my back was so fury that I was trying to find an excuse to slip away and see each other look down and say something, “You can do it.” I’m sorry.
“I’m not smart, but I never lie. I’m sorry.
“…”
When he saw the other side of the room, he was dressed like water, and fell, and left the door on the other side.
Outside the door is the light that’s been lit.
And I ran out of sight behind me, and those who were still in darkness looked at me, and their tongues came from a cold and distant weather, and they were gentle and gentle: “Well, I believe you once.”
“Do not relent in your words.” I’m sorry.
Through a one-person-high heap of grass, outside is a familiar village.
A new day has come.
Knowing that it would be a futile day, I put my brother’s blouse away and continued to look elsewhere.
Not only did the old man follow me this time, but all the villagers in the circle were behind me, and they looked at me, smiling, and everybody was carrying duck.
We have the right to come near the walnut tree when they do not exist, but the branches of the fruit were empty.
What’s going on?
When he looked around, but he didn’t see far away, several villagers were burning fire, laughing and throwing round things into his back.
My walnut!
Angry begins in the heart, and evil begins in the guts.
I ran over and caught a villager and threw it into the fire, and there came some people who were advised, and I threw a few slaps at them in a row, and it was not like people were crying.
When I took away all the walnuts, the villagers looked at each other, but none dared to come forward.
After that, I found an open land, pulled out the grassline, and shaped the village with a stubble from the earth, and replaced it with stones.
“The Western Stranger, seven and a half long,
“The east side is a big field of artery, 15 long. I’m sorry.
“and further forward are several rows of houses in a corner, 50 long. I’m sorry.
“Go north again…”
One hour later, I looked at the stubble of the circle, and I was caught in a tangle — the end of the village, like a maze, as if it were a special symbol.
A scale,
Where did you see it?
In order to confirm once again, I went around the entire village again, but I found that the length of the road just passed had changed.
Here time and space seem to be chaotic.
Look at the sky-shaped symbol, I go to the temple again.
There was more of it, almost the whole of it, and I looked to the strange creature with the scales, and I took the straw ropes and tied them to his neck.
“Stop pretending. I’m sorry.
And the living creature remained still still on the altar,
Look at it as if I’m a fool.
I tied the rope to my waist and pulled it down high: “I’ll drag you down the altar, and I’ll crush you, and there’ll be a way out! I’m sorry.
It’s coming down, the stone is moving!
The first thing to move was those eyes, whose eyes were so flexible at the moment, that “He” looked at me with wisdom, and he spitd out a familiar voice.
In a moment, it was quiet.
“Sister. I’m sorry.
I dragged the creature down, fell on the ground, and gradually changed.
In front of me, I’m becoming my brother!
A brother who had not seen him for a long time was lying on the ground, covered with dust, and raised his head at me, saying, “It was only by you that I was saved.” I’m sorry.
“Come and help me.” I’m sorry.
We raised him up, and he pointed at the rope around his neck: “Sister, what about this?” I’m sorry.
I shook my head: “I found my brother and you so hard I can’t let go.” I’m sorry.
Smells like that smile is stiff.
“Why have you come to me now, or are you unhappy?” I’m sorry.
“I’m happy, happy. I’m sorry.
Seeing me noding, he pulled me forward: “Are you hungry, brother, take you to the neighborhood to find something to eat? I’m sorry.
But the more he spoke, the more he broke the peace, I broke off the hand: “I do not eat food without taste.” I’m sorry.
That sentence, the smile on the side disappeared, and he looked at me like a child who had learned his tongue for the first time, and his voice was twisted and broken: “Why did you not listen to me? I’m sorry.
And when I pulled the grass rope, I said, “Why are you listening? You’re not my brother! I’m sorry.
“I’m… yeah.”
“Stop pretending!”
I said, “You can lie to me once and you can lie to me twice! I’m sorry.
The man was silent for a moment, and his arm was so long as to stretch out to me, “No, what’s the difference?”
I said, “Because he never smiled at me. I’m sorry.
From the moment I remember, parents and brothers have always shared secrets.
Not only was my brother never smiled when I was a kid, but even my own parents were sad and nervous all day long, so depressed and early and early.
Yes, this weirdo showed up at the beginning.
I watched it with cold eyes, and I played an image of “a little girl” that was not only not afraid, but even a little funny, and I was not afraid, and the other one was strangling, and he was getting into his shirt.
The garments that lay before me fell like tweaks, and then a thing that was all over me stood before me.
It’s hard to describe what he looks like.
The creature is not a fox, is not a beaver, is in a cold, gleaming piece, with a long, twisted tone in his mouth.
“But the daughter of the farmer!” I’m sorry.
“How could it be?”
The living creature can’t get away from it, and he doesn’t struggle, and a pair of bright eyes look up at the sky: “Ashuro, what is that little twirl? I’m sorry.
Then there was a groaning in the air:
Let her go. I’m sorry.
I don’t know who he’s talking to, but I’m pulling a straw rope: “You’ve ruined my brother.” I’m sorry.
“None. I’m sorry.
And this time, that sound was behind it.
And I turned my back only to the man whose long garments fell upon him, and whose eyes were brightened, as though he were pure and lonely: He was as unwilling as you, and had left. I’m sorry.
I don’t believe it. “I’m tweaking the rope, “after all, even this village is fake, isn’t it? I’m sorry.
I hear he’s making a long, groaning sighs:
“Don’t you get tired of being so sober? I’m sorry.
The sound of the voice was coming down, and the heavens, which were already dark, were rising, and as the horizon opened, the villages surrounding them were suddenly all gone.
In a blink, the rope’s empty.
I stood in half a man’s rash grass and watched as the landscape was rapidly faden, and the temple was still the temple, but there were thick, thick trees inside and outside.
They climb along the fractured wall, gather at the highest level of the temple, almost in the shadow of the sky, near the thick roots of the air, and bear a few walnuts, all of which are already bald.
I’ve been hanging around this grave for days?
The trees surrounding them are also surrounded by people seen in a number of villages, who appear to be alive and with their chests shaking.
Countless twigs reached their mouths, dripping white tree juice, as if their lives were continuing.
– But none of these people are brothers.
“I said he left. I’m sorry.
And We went with a voice, but we saw under the tree of the centre, and We made a light and long shadow.
The half of the fox and half of the creature fled into the temple, except for “he” standing in a drop of white, as if the cotton had swelled, but had incomprehensible warmth and moaning, as if a bouquet of lush.
I couldn’t help but swallow the saliva: “What is this? I’m sorry.
“The white lady’s age. I’m sorry.
“…is the food of God really from another world? I’m sorry.
For a long time, the other side was light: “You’re smart. I’m sorry.
“But why give them this? I’m sorry.
“So they can live in a beautiful dream and never wake up again. I’m sorry.
“No, I don’t understand.” What good will it do you? I’m sorry.
“It is a devout faith — you have sacrificed your devout faith so that we can leave a mark in this world. I’m sorry.
“So is this their dream, or your dream? I’m sorry.
This question was not answered.
“Well, my brother…” I’m sorry.
“He left something for you before he left. “He’s got a finger on the top of the tree.”
I climbed up and found a blue-skin wrapper, which came out, with directions, letters, flint stones, and a couple of muscular buns.
There’s paper in there.
“Looking at this letter, do you still suspect I lied to you? I’m sorry.
“…”
I’ve been looking back and forth for a long time with letters, simple words.
“In fact, the people left behind voluntarily,” and the light shadow turned towards me, as if it were a little bit like, “and they would rather sleep in their dreams than wake up, than sleep outside. I’m sorry.
I can’t.
The other side understood that I would not believe and shake my head: “Oh well, this Montenegro will never be able to hold you, nor will it be able to keep you.”
“If you don’t want to, then leave. I’m sorry.
I just packed my bag.
At that moment, a heavy rain came upon the head and the walls were broken, and the people hanging on the trees made small moanings.
I retreated to the roots to avoid the rain and almost stepped on a student.
Not far away, the long shadow was set in the rain, and there was a cold and animosity, and I looked to the right and the left and found the oil-paper umbrella by the author.
And when I saw my umbrella coming, the shadow remained silent: “The rain of man cannot strike me. I’m sorry.
“I just want to support you. I’m sorry.
“…”
“Why don’t you stay with me if you don’t want me to get wet? I’m sorry.
The sound was still clear and soft, as a moment of fresh wind, and I shuddered: “When I find my brother, I will come back to you, and then we can find a real land of joy.” I’m sorry.
“What’s the real land? I’m sorry.
And We said, “Even if we do not seek God, there will be no freeze, no suffering, and ducks and flocks, and everyone will be clothed and clothed, and everyone will be fed, as you have created, and this is the land of joy.” I’m sorry.
Under the sun, it was as if the sun was getting thicker, but it was clearly listening carefully.
I suddenly had a heart attack:
“I just thought maybe there you’d get real pleasure. I’m sorry.
“I never knew what joy was. I’m sorry.
In the air, there is a soft whisper.
“I have heard the travelers of the way say, “There is a rare mandoro in the city, and when the flowers bloom, you can see the world. If you want to repay me, bring it to me.” I’m sorry.
“…well, I promise you. I’m sorry.
And upon the top of his head came a sudden rain and turned away.
I looked up at the light of the sun, combed the man, dressed in his brother’s robe, and went out with my luggage.
Behind you, a groaning, scattered in the wind.
Walking out of the temple, the trees that were seen at the time of their arrival disappeared, along with the back of the horde of Montenegro.
My heart was lost, but I had to carry on my journey with my burden, and went south for one day and one night, and there came a cold wind of earthy wind from the hillside.
It’s Jiang!
I was too busy holding the package on my body and walking towards the river.
The mountain is dead.
This trip took half a day to the river.
There is only one fishing port in front of it, with several large red-hulled boats with nets, and several black-faced fishermen on their heads, which appear to be closing in.
I was just about to run over, and suddenly my shoulder was towed:
Brother, Brother Tai!
Looking back, it’s the students I met in that temple.
At this moment, the other side is like he’s never seen me. I’m sorry.
I wonder, “You did not stay in Montenegro? I’m sorry.
“Montenegro? I’m sorry.
“What Montenegro? I’m sorry.
“It’s nothing,” I shake my head, and I say, “If we’re going down to the Golden Hill, then we should go with each other and have a lookout.” I’m sorry.
“Yes, yes, yes! I’m sorry.
Looking at each other’s exhilarating bodies, I was filled with joy…
Those who didn’t want to stay, eventually left.
After that, I exchanged names with the students.
His name was Qin Dawei, and his father was from the South.
He was a bit reckless and simple, but he was not impudent, listening to me that he had never been on a boat and then volunteered to buy tickets.
That’s it, after spending 50 coppers, we got on a merchant ship in the south lower Golden Hill.
Thousands of miles, seven days away.
As soon as I came to the river, I drank some of the pecan soup, and I was thinking of the walnuts, and I pulled out the little image of the red veil, and I made it to the remaining fruit.
The white nuts fell on the husk, and the red veil was full of husks, and it looked dirty, and I picked up the little elephants and put them in my arms and fell asleep in the cabin.
Half-dreaming, the missing brother appeared again.
But he seems a little different than usual.
“Look, little sister, I’ve made a positive result.” I’m sorry.
“What? I’m sorry.
I rubbed my eyes: “Brother, you’re on your way. I’m sorry.
He shook his head: “I have converted to Buddha, and now there is no need to be an official.” I’m sorry.
Maybe I should.
But it sheds a bit of blood on the garment that floats in the air, but it reveals something unknown, and the purple lips of the brother are not moving: “I have made the right fruit, and you shall come to me empty.” I’m sorry.
I tried to catch him, but the shadow got higher.
Brother, where have you been now? I’m sorry.
He did not answer my question, but he said it again, “I have made it good; you must be empty and come to me.”
“I’ve fixed it, you have to be empty and you’ve come to me. I’m sorry.
I don’t know what I’m afraid of right now. Nod now:
“Okay, I’m coming. I’m sorry.
I was about to take another step, and then suddenly I woke up and I realized I didn’t know when I was on the bow.
One more step forward is the Ho Ho River, which is so hot that it’s already wet!
Keep your head down and look at your feet, and the little one falls.
I’m sure that was what He reminded me.
And as if there had been a beautiful and elegant shadow again, behold, I understood something: “Sorry, I should not have hit a walnut with your head.” I’m sorry.
And he will take back his burden, and I will last look at a note from his brother’s eyes, with a few words in the ink: “Death and death, and evil and good.” I’m sorry.
The pen is long and twisted, like ink-spreaded reptiles.
There was an agitation in the heart, and I threw the note in pieces, far away from the river.
Gangnam’s beautiful, King of Kings.
In comparison to my growing small mountain village, the streets of the Golden Mahal are open and staggered, the gates are straight, the cars are co-opted, and Hausu travels for hours on the streets.
We had no time to go around, and we called the car to the court in Kyoto, and we only saw a sign on the wall, “It will take place in three days.”
A whole month ahead?
At this point, an official in purple came out of the yard, and David pulled him before he was busy: “Will this man not try in August? I’m sorry.
The other side said: “Your Majesty has moved the trial ahead because he wants to greet the Buddha.” I’m sorry.
“What, the saints are so ridiculous…”
When he was in the middle of the conversation, I turned off the subject: “This man, if you’ll excuse me, has he ever been here with a student named Su Zhumei? I’m sorry.
The purple man recited the name several times: “Sou, why is it familiar?” I’m sorry.
When I saw each other’s eyebrows locked, I quietly shoved a piece of silver:
“I don’t want you to find out. I’m sorry.
The man was like a man with a hand, and he was swinging his hand, and he didn’t pick up silver: “It’s not enough to raise his hand. I’m sorry.
Go back to the palace.
After half an hour, I waited and finally saw someone coming out of the door: “Looking at last year’s file, I didn’t see it. I’m sorry.
I pray, “My lord, can you confirm this? I’m sorry.
“I’ve been looking for several colleagues, cross-checking them several times, no trace. “But the name seems to me a little. I’m sorry.
“Looks like that year’s success? It’s been a few years, but I’ve lost track of it.”
I hear frustration.
I thank the purple man and I’m going to try to leave after the great news.
Seeing him fill out his name in a row, I went down to the register and wrote three words.
“From this day on, I will be Su Xiaomei. I’m sorry.
As a result of this journey, David kindly invited me to his cousin’s house: “My uncle’s family is very busy, and there is no shortage of food or drink, and if he doesn’t, he can go with me.” I’m sorry.
“What does that mean? I’m sorry.
The other one scratched his head: “It’s true that my brother won’t be able to jump to the Dragon Gate until he’s 20 years old, and I’m afraid I’ll have purple gas in my face, and I’ll have to do a little bit of work.” I’m sorry.
“Hey, hey, I only want you to be rich, don’t forget! I’m sorry.
I’m:
After a fragrance, the carriage came out of the inn, parked in front of a high-gate mansion, and a few beggars surrounded it, with a dirty hand on his face, “Good Lord, give it to him.”
“The little man has not entered for days, please, my lord…”
Unfortunately, they have not yet come near and have been driven away by the driver.
I got out of the car, and I was shocked: “There are so many beggars at the feet of heaven. I’m sorry.
The driver took a strange look at me: “Mr. Bookmaker, this is not funny.” It’s the year of Kazuo. I’m sorry.
I said nothing.
The golden mausoleum is like this, not to mention elsewhere?
Dave’s uncle seemed busy, so when he entered the house, he sent us directly to the empty house.
I was set up in a remote storeroom, with strange objects full of one house, which looked like the balance, but painted with hyenas.
The servant explained: “We are the chief officers of the Ministry of Labour, all of which are for Gondor.” I’m sorry.
“Gonfort”?
“Yes, it’s a big project to carry Buddha’s bones from the Holy Land. The servant said, “The eyebrow dance will be taken to the Temple of Zin, and the righteous men and believing women will be sent.” I’m sorry.
Sanctuary poison?
I seem to have heard that this place is headed west, and is called Shindu and Tianjin, the source of the holy religion.
“If he is a Buddha, he may go to the Temple of Mercy. I’m sorry.
I’ve heard a lot about it.
And when We had sent away Our servants, We opened up Our burden, and threw everything out, without seeing the image of the red veil, which thought it had been stolen, and it would have gone all over the world, and the fine silver was still there.
The only thing missing is the little statue with red cloth.
I don’t know if he’s angry again.
I’m worried about my brother’s safety. I’ll soon forget about it.
Three days later, I went to the palace under the name Su Zhumei.
From childhood parents teach our brothers and sisters to read, there is always no child, no man or woman, no reason for him to do it but not for me.
On that day, the city was empty.
David and I went to the palace to look at the list, but they were blocked by a group of tyrannical men who read the name on the list, but whosoever was given it, the next second they were put directly in sacks and carried away by the next.
I’m staring, looking around, and everyone’s wondering, “Now these people, there’s no way to catch a son-in-law. I’m sorry.
“What the hell is that? I was robbed by a couple of families and almost killed! I’m sorry.
“Ooh! I’m sorry.
In the middle of the debate, a couple of literate Hulas began to read, “Supemé! Where’s Su Xiao Mei? I’m sorry.
Boo!
When I turned around, I came to the top of the list, and waved at me, “Oh, my God! I’m sorry.
“You don’t just stand in the air, you’re the top! I’m sorry.
I fear the air will suddenly be quiet. I don’t know.
I was going to shut him up, and I was going to stretch out a big hand and break my jaw, as if I’d looked inside, and I hadn’t felt it, and I was carrying it on my shoulder.
“This year’s list is so young.” I’m sorry.
“Yeah, look at this beautiful little face.
“I wonder which Miss Hau is blessed! I’m sorry.
I just yelled “Help” and then I hit my head with a big fang!
At this point, a thick bell came from behind.
The bell is thick and far away, and it continues to stir up a deep and gruesome echo, and a moment of shock.
They’re so busy putting me down, kneeling down, they’re on the spot!
In front of the beam, the bell rings round, and a red team is moving slowly and in a smooth motion, with the Golden Guard opening, thirty-eight Shebamaras, and the Red Gold, flying hundreds of metres, and the center, with an arched plume, with the sound of the hymns.
I have to say, it’s the biggest copper pot I’ve ever seen in my life!
A tall, tiring monk standing on his back, with his hands full of gold, his right twilight, his naked skin bright, his eyes closed and his eyes closed, and the Russians stomped with that, and the sound of the bell repulsing back to his intestines!
The battle may be too great and it may be too powerful, and the whole street may be crowded but silent.
I’m staring at the sound of an old, little conversation.
“That’s a Buddha’s bone, my boy. You can read the words on the page. I’m sorry.
“Teacher, since this is the Buddha’s family, the words must be “Trust, Pudu” or something. I’m sorry.
“No way!”
The sound is cool and heavy: “Life and death are fate, and harm and good fortune are upon themselves.”
“That’s what it means. I’m sorry.
Smells like a blow in my head!
Turning back, he saw an old man with white hair, with big eyes, re-entering the crowd.
They’re gone.
It’s over. Then it’s over.
David had fallen on the list, but his uncle had promised him a bad job, so he was not surprised that he had invited a few men to the Qin Huai River for a drink, which he dragged me into.
There is gold in it, and ten miles of bamboo, and after the sight of his eyes, and most surely there is some joy.
In the middle of the month, the smoke is cold and the stars are pouring down in the water, and the small boat is like a shining silver belt, and the beauty of the night is lamented, and a single sling is pointed at the next ship, and its mouth is stunned:
“Hey! Look, there’s no one on that boat. I’m sorry.
I follow my reputation.
It was a small boat of red garb that looked at nothing but a close look, and it had no husband or flower, and only the night wind was blowing at it, and the whole boat was black, and it looked cold.
Yet such a ship is running in parallel with us, moving smoothly and fast, and the people are afraid of whispering.
“That’s so bad!”
“Yes, a great day…”
He said he had to press the oars’ boatman: Pull away!”
Then We turned to the boat, and there was a little thing in it, in a red veil, and there was nothing.
Under the stars, the red ship is all alone and in a cold state.
I pour the wine from the cup into the river with the voice I can only hear:
“Don’t worry. Promise me I won’t forget. I’m sorry.
When you try, it’s a test.
On that day, a hundred men gathered in the palace and saw only the lights dim, and before the throne, there were only two yellow legs in front of them.
The emperor didn’t question us personally, but let the eunuch issue the secret, the trial.
When Shin, the test results came out.
And the eunuchs of Judas began to carry out His commandments, and he said, ‘The saints are present, and they choose their replacement.’ The results of the trial are set out below.
“Seven Suns flying, siphoned in. I’m sorry.
“Show me a trick.
“Stamp five…”
I was wondering why the 7th of the books could count, and the eunuchs had received the file and laughed, “Tonight, the saints will give the king a drink and set up the King’s feast for the guests, so let’s not lose it. I’m sorry.
And before we left, we looked at the legs behind the latte.
I see that the yellow legs are coming into the room, and the movement is stiff.
I heard that the royal feast was taking place on that day, and that the crowd was full of discussion and joy, and that I was headed in the direction of the royal garden.
On the way, one man elbowed me, and said, “Soul!” I’m sorry.
I look at the past, but I’m a tall man, and he’s proud and he looks at me, and he’s like, “No, he’s not the only one flying, he’s the seventh.” I’m sorry.
“Oh, nice to meet you.”
He was closer than he was: “The examiner is Wang Henlin, who is the most esteemed man of all, and the So-hyun is the top of the list, I fear. I’m sorry.
Listen to him, he’s weird.
“What do you mean? I’m sorry.
And he said, “If I were to govern the Book, I would not be like my brother, but I know His Majesty and understand his fear and discomfort, which you cannot. I’m sorry.
“Do you remember the last question of the trial? He said, “What is it to be like to go south in a flood, in a room of 10 or 9 hours, and in the north, in a mass exodus?” I’m sorry.
I remember that.
Despite the lack of practice, I have seen a similar situation in my previous teachings, which is also a fair answer.
“In my file, I suggest that His Majesty order the counties to guard the checkpoints and prevent the local population from fleeing, and that the plight be solved. I’m sorry.
“What did you say?”
Why don’t they starve to death?
And while my face was changing, Sun flew and laughed, “That is why I was able to crush my brother and become one.” I’m sorry.
That’s straight like a pin. Straight like the heart!
And when I saw him, and he laughed twice, he took heed.
The last light of the twilight faded, and there was still a little bit of blue in the sky, and the eunuchs were carrying a barrel of light oil, and they were walking forward with paper, and the city was getting bigger and bigger.
I fell behind the line when I wasn’t careful.
It was planned to follow in a few steps, in the middle of the wrong gap in the palace, suddenly passing through the shadow of an old clock.
The old man.
The old man on the day of the Buddha!
I didn’t hesitate to follow them while people were moving.
The city of the night, it’s a drowsy and obscurant.
I’ve been chasing behind my feet, and it’s getting colder, and the palaces on both sides are falling apart, and I’m walking through a wall, and I’m not holding my foot, and I’m bumping into a car!
The car was dark, and a small sedan was on the side of a wooden stake of the palace, and I ran into it without pain or repulsion, but it stood still.
I was busy chasing the old man. I didn’t have time for this.
And behind him was the curtain, as if it were still, and he stretched out a little white hand, and the master was behind him, as if he had looked at me for a long time.
After half a fragrance, I caught up with the old man and looked at him with a familiar figure, and saw my panting coming near, and he was astonished: “What are you doing here in the front room of Jollin, brother? I’m sorry.
“What about you? I’m sorry.
“I delivered Buddha’s instruments for my uncle. I’m sorry.
I saw the old man next to him: “You know this old man? I’m sorry.
“What an old man! This is the June Master of Snow, our escort to the Buddha! He said, “How many years does it take to make you look like my master?” I’m sorry.
The old man doesn’t even look at him.
“Conservative 20 years. I’m sorry.
“What if I do it for 40 years? I’m sorry.
“That must learn nothing. I’m sorry.
“Why?”
“And where is your mother? I’m sorry.
I went to the front and went to the old man, “I have a question in my heart. Please answer my father.” I’m sorry.
“What is wrong with you?” I’m sorry.
That’s when I found out he had no eyes, but a pair of white eyes!
Snow in June…
Why do you have such a poetic name?
I have a hairlid and a handlide: “My brother has been missing for three years and left me the same information as at the top, and guessed it might have something to do with Buddha’s bones…”
And before he had finished his speech, he was stopped by the other side: “That is not for you to understand, give up.” I’m sorry.
I’m in a hurry. No hard work, just tell me where to find him! I’m sorry.
“Do you know what you’re facing?” I’m sorry.
“I’m not afraid!”
“Ha ha! I hear the old man’s eyes are wide open, “You’re not afraid, follow me, just don’t be afraid!” I’m sorry.
Say wave and signal us to follow.
We walked through a few palaces, and we came to a desolate yard, where the old man spreads a large flag with a symbol like the scales and looks familiar.
“Man dies like a light, there is no ghost, there is no god. I’m sorry.
“But the world is strange. I’m sorry.
“The strangeness is where our perception has not yet arrived. I’m sorry.
The old man drew a copper sword at the end of the scale: “If the universe has 12 latitudes, then we’re only at the third parallel.” He said, “It’s the one you’re looking for at the fourth parallel.” I’m sorry.
What a theory!
I looked at the weird specter symbol, “So this symbol is a means of communication between two different latitudes.” I’m sorry.
The snow of June said it and looked up at me:
“You’re quite a figure! I’m sorry.
“What are you talking about? I’m sorry.
“No, not just a means of communication, but also a means of dealing.” If we don’t trade with Him, how can we be free? I’m sorry.
I’m just seeing a scar on his skinny arm!
A drop of blood fell on a large flag that had long been invisible, in the cold of words, and the flag stood up and stood up in the courtyard.
The old man looked at me from behind that flag, and there was nothing in his pale eyes, but he always showed me a chilling sight, as if it were from another remote presence.
I shivered my lips: “This is the tool of the trade, which also includes the eyes.” I’m sorry.
The old man noded his head without refuting: “You’re so good at it that I remember the family of Yan a long time ago.
“They are said to be of strange origin and to be able to communicate with the shadows, and even worse, to travel in two different worlds, where the Yan family was known for their honour and was a guest of the royal family. I’m sorry.
“So, where are they now? I’m sorry.
The old man laughs: “How can the court let such a strange man, who communicates with God?” I’m sorry.
While talking, the man’s blood flag fell from the air, and the old man didn’t care much about the blood on his hands. Up there, half a dry handprint.
When you look at it, you see only a thread of blood falling before that, pointing in one direction.
“The man you’re looking for is in this capital city. I’m sorry.
And We asked, “So is he dead or alive?” I’m sorry.
The old man gave an ambiguous answer: “Maybe dead, but alive.” I’m sorry.
I hear I’m confused.
He only left me the bloody flag, and he wouldn’t tell me any more.
We had no choice but to bury the flag under the grass of the palace, and to leave David, and hastened back to the Jolein feast. Fortunately, I’ve been able to remember the path I’ve been through since I was a child, otherwise it would be bad.
Back to the feast, the Emperor is late.
But the other side sits on the throne, and the whole face is completely blocked by the corona, and the gold is rounded up from the top to the bottom, so that the head that is so sensitive and so high is covered up.
With a sharp “opening dinner” the crowd will not stop to pick up the hyena and give the heavenly son a face.
However, I had just put a crumb in my mouth.
Why?
No smell!
Looking around, the troupes must have the same questions as me, but it’s the table that can’t eat, and they still eat the food before them.
The feast is taking place in such a heavy and bitter atmosphere.
I don’t eat food like this, either in my sleeve or on the floor.
It took a long time, and suddenly a woman from the palace broke into the banquet and came to the Emperor’s ear.
A few eunuchs are also closing their eyes to listen.
The next minute, the first eunuch snarled, “Soo Jin-hwa, did you just hit the princess’s car? I’m sorry.
In a moment, the eyes of different eyes came from all sides.
I stomp on my back like a man.
And then the maid said, “The eunuch’s face is clear, and she’s only asking for His Majesty’s blessing. I’m sorry.
Huh?
Isn’t it too much of a rush?
Without waiting for me to make a statement, there’ll be Ginger up on both sides, one head up, one foot up, and I’m moving straight down.
Behind him, the eunuch walked down the stairs, his voice was sharp, a pair of dark eyes swept through the doormen of the table: “Your Majesty, let’s have a look at this.
“If anyone resists the Jolein feast, then the sin of disrespect is met!
“To kill your head! “The Nine clans!”
“…”
I was carried on my shoulders all the way to a beautiful room.
Through the red veils, I saw across the bed a red-coloured dresser, with a bouquet of bouquets on it, and a radiant radiant beauty, on the stage of the show, sitting “sitting” in front of her with a red covers on her head.
As if I could see it, and suddenly she covered her face and wept.
I was like, “What’s wrong with you?” I’m sorry.
And he put two fingertips into the covers and wiped them out: “The horse is beautiful and can’t help but weep.”
I’m:
In a few moments, a group of tall women came into the house, surrounded me, fed me, dressed in clothes, and watched me live to resist the food that was stuffed into my mouth. The princess whispered, “Don’t worry, it’s all for people.” I’m sorry.
At the same time, I tasted the sour sweetness of the wine-breeding balls in my mouth, and it was quiet.
However, at a good time, the food on the table is wiped out.
Throughout the process, the unnamed princess kept scouring me under the red veil, looking at me and rubbing her finger under it: “The palace is a dead man. I’m sorry.
That’s when I noticed that the princess said “sit” more than “sit.”
Is it bad for you?
In view of the fact that she saved me from the eunuchs, I rose up: “I dare not give up.”
“Why did the princess kidnap me? I’m sorry.
I hear the princess from afar is suffocating. “The palace is just too lonely to be alone with it.
“As long as the horse is happy, the palace will do anything…”
Come on, the whole thing moved in with the stool!
I’ve got a long way to go. I’m sorry.
“…do you really want anything? I’m sorry.
“It’s natural! “The princess of the stool is standing at a foot, and the sound is hot, “as long as the horse stays here, anything can be mentioned!” I’m sorry.
Smells like I’m in my head.
“I want Big Gimmandra. I’m sorry.
I heard that the princess of the stool was laughing: “What a good horse! I’m sorry.
“The flower of its own venom is the rare genie that only the masters of gold can cultivate! I’m sorry.
“Is it hard?”
I thought clearly that if she could fulfil that wish, I would be here for two days, and it would be no big deal.
If she can’t do it, then I can just leave.
“Don’t worry, it’s not hard for me. I’m sorry.
Come on, she slaps her hands softly, and the lady outside the door hears her voice, and after a fragrance, she moves to a radiant lid.
I saw this rare flower by the lid.
After seeing the flowers, I was all cool.
The princess made it possible to remove the dildo, and the women of the palace were busy with their hands and feet, and accidentally left the earth behind, and I put it in my pocket, turning around: “Thank you, Your Highness. I’m sorry.
She’s nodding her head under the hood. I’m sorry.
I was the only one sleeping in her bed that night, and the princess was still on her bench all night.
The day after dawn, I was woken up by the eunuchs, who said, “The Emperor, with the eyes of the Qing Yuan, has been paying his respects to the 100 students.” I had just asked if I could not go, and the palace girls covered my mouth and put me in a chariot at the end of the line.
From dawn to dusk, the team walked all day long.
From the beginning I was sitting in my pants, and then I looked down on the window, and then I just got out of the car, and I was going to go to the place, and the palace girls didn’t care about me, and I was in the line.
At this point the sun is set, and the thick chrissakes are simmering, and there is a light in the sky and a moon above its head, and a small road is hanging down from its waist, like a thick ribbon to the foot of the mountain, and on the hill are several corners of the yellow earth, like the lonely graves in the wild.
I was at the end of the line, and that was when I found out that there was a sedan behind me.
And the raghead, and the curtains of the red car, twirled in the wind, and it was about to be seen with a small thing in it, in red.
Seeing me falling near the palanquin, there’s a eunuch in front:
“Suma, why don’t you go ahead?”
“Now!”
Saying, ‘We shall stretch our hands into the saloon and bring it into our hands. How can we be in a state of joy and joy like this? Forgive me! I’m sorry.
He was whispering, and the eunuch was saying, “Why are you still behind? I’m sorry.
I quickly hid it in my arms:
“Nothing. Friends came to see me. I’m sorry.
On the night I stayed in the temple, I still lived with the princess.
Under the red candlelight, the princess of the stool is still on the right end.
I was busy moving my eyes, and the princess came to me and said, “Why is the horse so boring?” I’m sorry.
“No, it’s probably a little cary. I’m sorry.
“Then rest the night. Don’t go anywhere. I’m sorry.
Listening to her, she still looks like she’s weak, and I put my eyes on the stool — it’s just the red paint of the spring stool.
They were laughing at themselves, and the palace people were talking outside the window, saying, “Please go to the top,” and the princess answered and was taken out of the door by two high court women with their bench.
I’m the only one lying on the bed, piling up pancakes.
Whether or not to visit the Temple of Mercy at night, or to walk by a group of low-sized palace girls while whispering, “The princess is called again.” I’m sorry.
“Yes, sin…”
“If only Yan’s family were still alive, they’d be the real girls! I’m sorry.
“Blessed to have the Golden Boy of the Yan family, the princess will be spared! I’m sorry.
“Shh! I’m sorry.
The Miyagi women are gone and are still whispering.
Reminding me of the advice that I should not run before the princess leaves, I lifted a blanket, put on a dark coat, and didn’t forget to pull a piece of fabric and wrap my head in.
Funny.
I’m not going anywhere. How can I push the show?
Close the door, I snuck up and followed, but I was disappointed that the palace girls were walking down, without any more chatting.
From the bell towers, the silent team crossed the Pagoda, over the lotus ponds and the sanctuaries, and ended up in front of a dark, red door.
After that, they lined up to the room and didn’t know what they were doing.
Instead of following, I went around the other window, poking a hole in the paper.
Surprisingly, there was a monk sitting naked and on his legs, with dozens of scarring marks on his scalp, and his hands were so full of murmurs that he was a bit of a Buddhist.
The next moment, however, a ceremonial woman climbed to the body of the gold and copper.
Even with her patience, she continues to make painful, vague moaning out of her mouth.
But for a short time, she went down very soon, and then, the next lady…
Knowing what the silent women endured in silence, I turned my eyes and turned back quietly.
And who knows the next moment, it seems to have felt, and his foot kicks off her.
“Someone!”
And in the middle of it We followed the way and returned to the princess’s bed.
The door was open, and the princess was sitting at the table, and her head had been taken off, and there was a thin young girl with a long eyebrow.
“You’re out? I’m sorry.
“Yes. * I’ll be honest, turn around and sit down at the table and say * I’m sorry.
“Ahhh…”
She lamented for a long time: “He, like you, did not listen to me.” I’m sorry.
“He?”
“Three years ago, there was a Su Zhumei who I met. I’m sorry.
The princess said, “Show yourself a little closer, and look at me with a long, sad eye.” I’m sorry.
I was so excited, “Where did he go?” I’m sorry.
When she moved her lips, she was about to speak, and the door behind her was suddenly pushed open, and dozens of metres of golden bee came in and dragged me down the hall like a chicken!
The princess tried to stop them, but was pushed down and fell on the ground.
And We shouted from behind before it was dragged into darkness: “The one whom you saw was my brother. I’m sorry.
After that, I was dragged by the guards to the red room.
The eunuch is in front of you. “The master wants you to be a concubine. I’m sorry.
I snuffed, “Do you want this? I’m sorry.
And as the candles were lit, a pair of golden brown feet appeared in the red light, and the veiled monk sat on his legs in the red candlelight, like a golden living Buddha.
I don’t know where he spoke. Anyway, I did hear a powerful voice:
“Did you just pee outside?”
Really?
“You are mistaken.” I’m sorry.
“I will never be mistaken. I’m sorry.
Come on, the monk took out the hand of the Kong and pointed his finger at me!
My turban fell apart and fell on the ground with a man who had been combed.
Touching my hair, I suddenly realized something, the talking courtesan, the late-night team, the big door, the red room…
It’s a complete trap against me!
“So, my brother was killed by you?” I’m sorry.
“Don’t marry Buddha. “He is now a golden child under Buddha. I’m sorry.
“I don’t believe it. I’m sorry.
“He’s voluntary. I’m sorry.
I don’t believe you!
The people are stunned.
And in the darkness, the golden monk is covered in a veil, and his heart is merciful: “No harm will come to you that you will believe. I’m sorry.
Come on, he’s turning to the legion of Kim Goi:
“Put her down to hell. I’m sorry.
The so-called hell is a doorless, windowless room with a small exit, with copper skin all over it.
There was a dark light on the four walls, and I saw the top of the other corner.
On the outer wall are various charades, hidden in the mountains, the sky of the sun and the moon, and a Buddha who cannot see his face.
And when I was locked up in the room, I turned around, and that was when I saw the face of Naphet.
All I see is that he’s got his hands stamped, he’s got his screws bending like a bow, he’s sitting on a short donkey, he’s got back-sliding people, and he’s got a strange flower drum around his waist.
I’m trying to climb up, touch it with my hand, and suddenly there’s a small call coming out the door:
“Su, Su…”
Looking back, that little entrance opened and a red dress appeared.
“The Princess? I’m sorry.
When the Princess of the Stools kept moving, he was in a state of panic, and I shook my head: “No, princess, they came at me. I’m sorry.
“You know, we’re all the same. I’m sorry.
In a narrow vision, the other eye blinks and lifts up the stool!
Unbelievable!
Well, that skinny top just grew up on a stool!
That stool looks more like a stool. How can she live and talk in this state?
In sight, Gingo-Watton, behind him, was agitated and seemed to want to come and stop.
The princess said, “Did you not hear “Ambassador?” I’m sorry.
I was astonished, I couldn’t say a word, but I saw her two long arms coming in and scratching, and her voice squeaked: “Don’t I want to know where your brother is?”
“Come here, I’ll only tell you one person! I’m sorry.
I hesitated to walk a few steps, and the princess grabbed me and whispered and pushed me to the ground the next minute.
Once she left, the entrance was sealed again.
It was only then that I discovered that the room was getting hotter and the bottom of the feet was so hot that I had to climb to the top again to avoid the heat.
No one’s bothering me this time. I can finally see the bulge.
That’s a face!
And look at the grotesque donkeys under the Buddha, naked, with their heads all over their heads and their legs under them.
Ride dead bodies and head drums?
Is this Buddha or evil?
And I crawled to the other side of the road, with no fear, in spite of the hotness of the copper skin, and went to hide, not far from it, and the plume remained in place, spreading its silent and sensible teeth.
I was suddenly sad — maybe my brother was in this hell of fire?
And look at the donkey that the Buddha rides, and the face that comes out of it feels familiar…
Brother, is that you? I’m sorry.
No answer.
At this point, the copper skin is so hot that I can’t stand, and I even hear the scalding of the skin through the thin bottom of my boots.
I guess I’m gonna die.
While I was conscious, I took off my shirt and put all that left on it.
There’s only one dirt left.
Look at that earth, I remember the great Ginmandra that I saw a few days ago.
“In fact, it’s not flowers. I’m sorry.
“It’s actually a tiny little world. I’m sorry.
“The little world is under a veil, constantly changing, destroying and rebuilding. I’m sorry.
“After that, the destroyed city became mud, the dead people became mud, everything became mud. I’m sorry.
At this moment, the red veil is in front of you, and it’s a little bit of the heat, and I find that every floor here has a symbol of the same scale.
And We placed it at the end of the balance: “I did not know until I had seen it, I was only a piece of clay.”
“Once upon a time, I had only this mud. I’m sorry.
And said, “Now I will give you this mud.”
“This is what I promised you. I’m sorry.
At this point, my legs are glued to hot copper, and my nose stinks.
I felt the dagger as my consciousness faded.
The princess is kind, but I don’t want to cut myself off.
After all, I want to know how angry it would be to see me die rather than convert to “He” in such a horrible Buddha.
I sat on my legs with such vicious thoughts, and I endured the scalding pain of my legs, and soon, without the light, the pain was getting away…
In the next second, the scalding noise of the underlegs disappeared.
It’s a cooling air from somewhere, and it’s pouring into every piece of my flesh, and it’s filled with cracks of tortoises, and it’s gradually healing…
In the moment of fall, in the slanted vision, there was a dazzling, tumbled dress.
And the twilight of the twilight went by, and the red copper went out at once, and opened up a white urn.
The owner of the coat came behind me, reached out with his cold hand, and put my head on my knees:
“Your present, I took it. I’m sorry.
For as long as it is known that We shall surely die, a water of cold silk pours over my hot neck, and brings an incomprehensible coolness and comfort.
The pain of the limbs immediately disappeared.
In a blurry vision, a twilight-blue-turned galaxy passes through its head and disappears on a warm, white ground, looking around on both sides, as high as mountains, as deep as valleys, where to go.
I barely turned back, but I found myself lying in the shadow of a man who dazzled.
The shadow stretches out the cool limbs, slowly entangling my wounded hands and legs, and the burn marks fade, as if the reptiles were crawling on each other’s coats, as if it were a beautiful bouquet.
“Did you save me?”
“…not salvation, exchange. I’m sorry.
Behind my back, my body was coming loose, ’cause you called me. I’m sorry.
“I can only come to you. I’m sorry.
In words, it’s profound.
I was curious to catch the rock at hand.
The rock was fertilized and soft, and the next minute it ran away from its hands and went into the dark.
“It’s black age.” I’m sorry.
Black Tai?
“Hmm. I’m sorry.
At this moment, I am looking at a moving mountain, a still water, and a forever spinning river of stars, crushing the black earth.
“This is the Quadratic World? I’m sorry.
“You can call it Montenegro. I’m sorry.
The people behind me fell down, and the long, silky hair covered me, like water: “Montenegro is where I run.” I’m sorry.
He said he grabbed a piece of rock and threw it in the air:
“Here, time is disorder and chaos. I’m sorry.
And they took it back into their hands, and in the process it stood a line in the air, but I stretched out my hand to catch it, and caught only the air.
“You can’t catch it because the stone stayed at other times. I’m sorry.
He said he picked up the piece in front of me and wrote a line in my hand.
It is a set of complex, guo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo.
“A Zhu Ro. I’m sorry.
Maybe that’s his real name.
I can’t help but wonder, “Ashuro why did you save me?
“Just because I’m the first to serve you? I’m sorry.
“Because…”
And the long hair of a silk, in the body of a little light, and the breath of a “man” in front of him, and a silent beauty and silence,
“You haven’t kept your promise to me. I’m sorry.
“My promise?”
And the voice fell, and the memory of the House of Rainen came to me, and I was dumb.
“Go ahead. I’m sorry.
Ashuiro stretches his finger and points to the dark, dark depth of Montenegro.
“I’ll always be around you. I’m sorry.
I wake up again and I’m still in that dark room, and the copper under me is red, but it’s not hot.
It’s as if there was a mess in my time.
The law of time and space in Montenegro appears to affect the room.
Not only that, but I also had a lot of oily, black tatters falling around and crawling all over the ground for a few seconds, and I was lying on top of it, thinking about how to do it, and suddenly there was a noise outside the door:
“Sir, it’s been all night. I’m sorry.
“Hmm. I’m sorry.
The low hole was opened and the gold monk bended in.
The next second, the eyes, the breaking:
“What did you bring in? I’m sorry.
“…”
I looked at each other and moved my lips, but I just spitd out broken words, and when I was dying, I approached with great mercy and put the head like a bare egg on my lips:
“What did you say?”
“I say…”
“I want you dead! I’m sorry.
The next second, the monk who I cut through his neck covered the blood-stained wound and opened his eyes with anger! I’m sorry.
He seemed to be trying to say something, but the fractured pipe did not support him in sending a short character, because the dagger in my hand had to look me in the cold and drag me to the top.
I don’t know where it leads.
Because he jumped, but there was no reply.
After that, I took the image and the dagger, and drilled out along that narrow little mouth, and outside the door, a few Gin Gok guards looked at me intact, and seemed to see something worse than the devil.
We lit them a dagger in their blood: “I killed him!”
“But there’s no such thing as a human being. I’m sorry.
With a dagger in my hand, I will take me to reveal the true face of the false monk.
People look at each other, and seem to hesitate.
I said, “Don’t forget, I’m still a student of God, new science. I’m sorry.
Then I came to the gate of the Temple of Tsar-eun when I was taken by the guard of King.
Only a high-strength seminar stand in front of which an old monk with a scar over his head, the Emperor, with a yellow robe, with a coronary lid, sitting on his back, with his head shaking his head like an intoxication.
There are hundreds of people in the forest at the gate.
In fact, before that, in the hell of King Kong, the princess of the stool did not tell my brother’s whereabouts, but told me another worse secret.
– The Emperor, already dead.
And the next day I will raise my voice and raise my voice at the bottom of it: “Don’t be silly. The emperor you serve is a dead man.” I’m sorry.
And the sound of the speech was upon him, and suddenly there was a confusion in the remembrance of the error.
It’s like touching some kind of taboo button.
The old monk’s head was raised, and countless strange eyes appeared in the scar, and the sneaky recitation was divided from a single voice into several broken, horrifying roars and whispers, as though the children had suddenly awakened and blindly looked to the Emperor on the high stage.
When I got away from Kim Goi and fled to the crowd, I yelled, “Your Majesty, dare you take off your crown and let us look at the holy face? I’m sorry.
There was talk and talk, and there was fear on the face, and the great eunuchs on the side were in a state of discomfort: “You are a demon!” I’m sorry.
And the emperor moved in the noise of the chaos of the heavens and the earth.
He was rigidly dressed, he took his left foot and then his right foot — it seemed like he wanted to stand up, but the moment he got up, he lost his balance, he fell from the top.
And the next second, the heavy coronal with its fragile neck broke!
Look at the purple blood in the mouth. The Emperor has been dead for so long!
And whosoever is blessed, that he may remain in the manners of the moment before death, and that he may not rest, and that he may speak of the white head standing beside him: “The year of Zakat, which I have healed, is a peaceful world.” I’m sorry.
“Who is it? Who is it that corrupts my name?” I’m sorry.
It’s too messy.
And when the multitudes spread out, We saw no good, and fled as the scattered men went down the gate.
There was only one son standing there, and the other was not afraid, but pointed in my direction.
“Bullshit! Your Majesty must have been killed by you! I’m sorry.
Unfortunately, before he had finished his speech, the Gin Goi, who had been sent here, was shot into his heart.
I’m running down the road, and I can’t help but notice that the line behind me is getting longer!
Looking back, people are like lost birds, scattered into the forest.
I fled into the back of a narrow hill while in chaos, but I found myself hiding from a few of them, one of them scolding and shouting, and I told them to beware of Gin Goi, but they turned away.
In sight, I brought a dagger to one’s back:
“Shut! Don’t you understand people?”
The man was reminded by the stinging of the back of his heart, so he raised his hands: “Good man, say something!” I’m sorry.
When I hear that familiar sound, I bring people over, “David, what’s going on?” I’m sorry.
They saw me, and they were shocked and happy: “So, brother!” I’m sorry.
“How do you look like a woman?” I’m sorry.
“The new haircut. I’m sorry.
Come on, I’ll cut off a dress with a dagger, and I’ll tie the little image of the red veil to my neck.
And when they came out of that chamber, a few laces appeared on the lower of it, as though it had been burned with flames.
David also wanted to reach out and get scared by my eyes and say, “What is this, brother So?” I’m sorry.
I was so busy covering up the injured image:
“My Buddha. I’m sorry.
Seeing that I have a blade in my hand, and that many others have stopped, I was trying to tell them to get away, but I found a sneaky man standing behind the hill.
“Who? I’m sorry.
The man fell on the rocks, salivad in his open mouth and whispered, “My lords, why are you here?”
Turns out to be a weird eunuch.
I grabbed his collar and punched him in the face.
The eunuch quickly turned into a dead eunuch after a series of indescribable cooking methods.
And none of the people was admired, then David chose me to be his Lord, and the people were at my command, so they scattered around in search of a way out.
It’s a pity that we’ve been in the middle of a fragrance, and we’ve met again.
People say, “What can we do about the sushi?” I’m sorry.
I shook my head.
I am afraid that here, like Montenegro, is a place of confusion between time and space.
And just as we were doing this, a couple of intros brought in a white flag, “Such flowers, we found them nearby, you see?”
I saw the sign on the flag and half of the handprint in the corner.
But last time, I remember burying it under the walls of the palace?
“What’s going on? What’s going on? * I pick up the white flag and I’m shocked, * This temple is fake. Are we still in the capital? I’m sorry.
At the beginning, there was a blurry shout in the ear:
“Su Zhang Mei…”
“Shu Zhou Xiaomei! I’m sorry.
And behold, We turned back, and at a moment the whole forest was melted down like wet ink.
Looking around, I am under the dark wall of the palace with the white flag of blood.
And those who followed me now wandered around, blinded and spoke to me:
“So, where are you going?”
Brother Soo! I’m sorry.
I didn’t answer them, but I looked at the two men in front of me.
One of them was an old man who had eyes but could see.
The other one was an official in purple, whom I had spoken in the courtyard, looking at me with surprise: “Are you not Suzumi?” Tell me, what happened in the city? I’m sorry.
I shook my head: “It’s a long story. I’m sorry.
“And I’m not Su Xiaomei. Su Xiaomei is my brother. I’m sorry.
“What about you?”
“I’m his sister, Sou Mie-hye. I’m sorry.
“No wonder I remember the name…” “The purple officer said, “At three years ago, as the examiner, I received his paper and never saw him again. I’m sorry.
In June, the snow went on and looked at me:
“You will know where he went.” I’m sorry.
I nodded my head: “I know of course, but with my strength I cannot counter them, just as what? I’m sorry.
The two men were groaning and groaning at the passers-by.
The violet officer held the old man, kneeling on his knees and shaking his voice at the next minute: “Snow in June, the next time I’m talking to God, it’s only now that I know that the universe is remote, unclear and far from it, and I’m counting on you not to think about it, for my part, to save the lives…”
The old man had a twitch on his face: “Please rise up! I’m sorry.
“Aging is nothing but a lowlife, and you can’t beg! I’m sorry.
“Look at these students first! Wang says, “They’re young and they can’t be fascinated by the devil!” I’m sorry.
I was moved by his grief, and I could not stop my eyes from burning and crying.
The old man looked at him and said, “Well, what do you care about an old bone?” I’m sorry.
Speaking of which, he lifted his sleeve and showed a skinny arm.
Burns, burns, slits, a skinless arm, a coin sword removed from his waist, a deep breath, and a sharp knife to the bruised wrist!
The knife was visible in the bones and the blood arrows were strung, but the blood dripped on the dirty white flag, but did not react.
“Not enough, not enough. “He is not enough.” I’m sorry.
Says he re-showed the sword, only this time, to his own eyes.
The next second, even Lord Wang will scream:
“June Snow! I’m sorry.
Two red eyeballs fell on the white flag with long blood stains.
And the next moment, when a thunder struck in peace, it almost broke the spirit!
Seeing only those who had fallen on the ground in the shadows, shouting their heads, thundering in the clouds, and perhaps seeing something red in the depths, looking down at us as if they were ants.
After the snow was sacrificed in June, he tried to hold his body with a copper sword: “Don’t look.” I’m sorry.
“The people whom I serve are equally violent and confused… and you will not escape in your life as long as you are stalked by Him.” I’m sorry.
I heard that Wang and I moved our eyes and held the weak snow of June.
“Do they have different qualities? I’m sorry.
“It is nature, like human beings, among them is depraved, violent, and natural and merciful, and wise…”
The old man said, “Come on, call them up. One can escape.” I’m sorry.
At this moment, it is clear that the bayous in their dreams are waking up in the face of the dark city of the palace. Behind me, David grabbed me: “So, what’s going on? I’m sorry.
“It’s too late to explain. I’m sorry.
Saying, We called him to carry the snow of June, and called him upon the passers-by, who had woken up in the vicinity, and came out of this desolate courtyard.
Thunder went back in a terrible roll.
At this moment, the whole city is quiet.
On the way out, we met many of the men who woke up, and the team grew stronger, and many of them took a knife and a gun, and were blindfolded, and we really got out of the way.
After we escaped from a small door of a horse, we were arguing where to go, and David suddenly said, “Go north.” I’m sorry.
“The Emperor is too long, and we still have a chance.
“What are we waiting for?”
“How can you all be here in vain? I’m sorry.
When Wang Hanlin boarded, the crowd no longer hesitated, and a few of them, with a little money, went to the carriages, 10 of them were packed up and had to travel for two days and a night to come to Kyoto.
However, people have just boarded the ferry and are ready to go.
Look!
He broke into a crowd of Ginger’s men with armor!
At this moment, when the sails were full and the river was full of wind, and when the Gin Gwyn was about to climb, the snow suddenly grabbed my arm in June and blinded me with a pair of blood:
Take care of my only student! I’m sorry.
“What? I’m sorry.
I haven’t heard from him yet. The next minute, he’s got the coin sword up and punched himself in the throat!
Then his miserable body fell like a sack of skin.
The wind!
After all, it’s getting farther off the shore.
People have experienced waves and a series of horrors, and have long been paralysed on the board.
We were covering the body of the snow of June with that white flag, but we saw it rising and crawling out of the ground of a young woman with big eyes. She looked at us and looked at her, and she was blind.
“Are you his apprentice?” I’m sorry.
The young girl looked back, saw the sad bodies of the elderly and died, screamed, and was silently watched as she was lying on her body crying and crying, and nobody stopped drinking.
For a long time, she finally calmed down, just crying.
I whispered: “Your master sent you, hoping we could take you with us.” I’m sorry.
“Where to?”
I looked at the sky, still dark, and said, “Go and find a real land of joy. I’m sorry.
“What’s your name?” I’m sorry.
Okja. I’m sorry.
“Okay, Okja.”
In the next voyage, we took care of Okja, but we had a new problem, a little bit of charred: “There’s not enough food on board, and it’s a merchant ship and no nets. I’m sorry.
“What shall we do?”
The situation has not been dealt with by Lord Wang, who is Henlin: “You can make your own decision, and you can have more detailed information. I’m sorry.
I raised my hand: “We can park at the next dock and add food. I’m sorry.
And the people heard, and were joined in peace.
“It’s only a short pause, and it should not matter. I’m sorry.
“Yes, it is!”
There were also a number of shipmen on board, who listened to our advice, and brought the ship to shore and approached the next dock.
Now that the sky is so bright, and the port that is supposed to be busy is empty, I’m just going to take a few people to the shore and see the flames ahead and hear a moment of singing:
“A vacuum home… no biological parents…”
“The Holy Virgin… comes… the White Lotus is born again…”
In the smoke, a crowd of men, with torches and white cloths on their heads, began to appear, saying, “Falk, and the eyes are about to approach them with a white torch.”
Attention was immediately drawn to the torches, and I was too busy ripping people around, “Go!”
Get back to the boat!
And though some of the people were blinded, by the way of the city, a bow and a snake had already passed, and then turned and ran, and the shipmen immediately broke their anchors and pulled their sails, and the ship gradually departed from the port.
And it wasn’t until those people were disappearing on the shore that a few of the inquisitions came to me and said, “What happened to Su? I’m sorry.
“The torches are made of human bones. I’m sorry.
When they were young, the feet of the dead were dug out as soon as they were buried because of frequent famine in the hills.
And so I keep remembering what human bones look like: “What kind of sect is there for us to be in contempt of human life?” I’m sorry.
And the people hear the sound of it, and it is as if it were cold.
Okja was not crying, but looked far away with his big eyes: “That is the religion of the White Lotus, and they are feeding on the motherless.” I’m sorry.
“It is said that when a person dies, the mother-in-law will bring her followers to the ground of vacuum, and there will never be any cold or hungry thereafter. I’m sorry.
The people were silent.
I took out the image in the red veil, and I couldn’t help but say to myself, “Turn of joy, of joy.
“Why can’t the land be found only after death and not in life? I’m sorry.
On the third day of the river crossing, the dry food on board was depleted.
Without knowing that the water was so drenched, the diarrhea would be abated, and a few people, who did not heed the advice of the boatmen, would soon be pulled to the ground and dying in their cabins.
In less than half a day, a few more people fought for the remaining water.
“The next crossing will stop, let’s go find some food and drink.” I’m sorry.
When he landed, he certainly got off the boat with a couple of good men, and he never came back until dark.
And We walked with David and Okja into the port of darkness, and there was only water running all over the land, and the man in three or three or two clothes lying on his teeth, as though he was starving and his eyes were swollen.
In the dirty alleys, there were two thin little gnomes.
We were just about to say hello, but we saw them crossing the dead, with their faces filled with hate: “How long will this plague last?”
“Go and get rid of these diseases. The old man’s got a good heart. I’m sorry.
“I’m not going. You’re going too! I’m sorry.
The two pushed, said they could not touch each other, and had to lift up the stings in their hands, and struck twice with their energy.
Until a young man looked up at us and said, “Look!
Fresh rice meat! I’m sorry.
“Yes, they don’t look sick! I’m sorry.
Come on, they pulled out the waist knife, and they came at us.
And the next second, David, with his strength, he didn’t have the trouble to punch him in the face, and he laid him down and asked me, “Do you see?”
And I shook my head with dismay: “There will be no food except rice.”
“Let’s go. I’m sorry.
When I returned to the ship, I suddenly heard someone shouting under it:
“You guys go ahead. I’m sorry.
“You’re not coming with us?” I’m sorry.
And when he was under the ship, the lean man cried: “There is no food here, even the bark of the tree has been eaten away and everyone has eaten!” I’m sorry.
“How can we abandon the people as a court order when the situation in the north is so bad? I’m sorry.
“But, my lord…”
Wang Han-lin was just swinging his hand at us, leading a few indents, turning around and walking into the dark.
They were taken away, and the ship was moving away, and a low, blurry voice was coming along.
At the beginning, the song was only sporadic, and soon, more and more voices were coming in, and the song appeared to be darker and thicker, and countless dying people were singing:
“A rat, no food for me…”
“Three-year-old daughter, I’ll take care of her…”
“The dead woman, the happy land!” I’m sorry.
The darkness of the wild and the bitterness of the weeping began to grow, and with the ghost of the river the wind almost shriveled.
It was a rare journey, a steady and fast ship, and a day at most to get to the fishing port before my departure, but people were not happy, especially David, who looked at the river for a long time and suddenly shouted:
“The Year of Kazu, what a world! I’m sorry.
And I laughed:
“It’s a golden world. It’s an emperor alone!” I’m sorry.
When it comes out, people laugh, and in the end, more laughs and more cryers!
In the sound of chaos, suddenly a gruesome and gruesome drink comes:
“Who ruined my name?”
People smell it.
There is nothing but a glare in the water behind it, but there is a big black beam, with a bright yellow shadow on its side.
“It’s the Emperor! I’m sorry.
But the man with his hair on his head and his face was white, as though he had been dead for a long time, but he was still scolding his tongue: “Kill the thief!
“How dare you use your words to destroy my country!” I’m sorry.
When the dead speak, it is a strange and scary scene, but the people do not fear anything, but they will be able to use the words they have never had in their lives:
“Foot! Dog Emperor!”
“No, dogs are more emperors than you.” I’m sorry.
“Look what you have done to O-min! I’m sorry.
The dead emperor will not fight but will look straight at me with a white eye: “Don’t run, Yan daughter! I’m sorry.
“You’re the jade girl that Grandma wants most! I’m sorry.
“What is it? I’m sorry.
Okja is with me, and his eyes look so big because he’s scared: “Bakba… it’s a Buddha of heaven, and it’s said that when the beaver is sacrificed enough, it will come to the world in one way or another.” I’m sorry.
“Never, never let He come to the earth…”
“What if it comes again? I’m sorry.
“The time and time of man cannot affect these existences,” she said, “and when the sword comes out of the waist, the earth becomes hell!”
Again, she opened the blood-stained white flag and cut her long hair with a copper sword on one of the scales.
“It’s too late to let the ship go any faster… or the big one will sink! I’m sorry.
And when people are still scolding, it’s true that the freaky pot is closing in fast!
“Too slow, or too slow! I’m sorry.
I saw her cut all her hair, but the speed of the big boat remained almost the same, and I couldn’t help but notice: “There is another way. I’m sorry.
Okja looked at me, and there was tears in his eyes: “My master loved me, and he refused to make me sacrifice, and I did it for the first time.” I’m sorry.
“What are you going to do? I’m sorry.
“And in this order, hair, teeth, ears, eyes, hands, feet…” he said, “A young woman who suddenly endured crying and stretched a little plier into her mouth, and a hard-boiled tooth.”
The blooded moths fell on the white flag, and the big boat stunned.
“No!”
I was sorely stung by the screaming of a young girl that I cried out, “Don’t do this again!” I’m sorry.
David tried to appease me by saying, “It’s nothing, it’s just the extraction of your teeth.
“You rest, I’ll take it. I’m sorry.
Several viewing students have been whispering.
“Shut up! Without teeth and food, you’ll starve to death! “Leave me down, the king wants me! I’m sorry.
Okja, with his mouth full of blood, looked at me, “But isn’t your name Sue?” I’m sorry.
Does it matter?
How can I do this alone?
When I made my decision, I had the boatman put the spare boat in the river, and I was alone and jumped on a cable.
Behind you, the big boat was far away, and Okja held it by the side of the boat, and suddenly he shouted at me, “If He does come, remember time the world the soil…”
The wind blew her voice apart.
I tried to stand up and listen carefully, but the Emperor found me, and suddenly the grande contours came to my boat.
The boat at this point is near the border of Montenegro, but it’s a secret tree on both sides of the coast, and it sounds like apes, and it doesn’t see the mountains.
Look back, I’m only a few feet away!
I sat under the boat and raised the image of the red veil to my chest, and my mouth was not mumbling: “Ajuro, Azuro…
“Take me to Montenegro!
“Take me to you…” I’m sorry.
Behind my back, a pair of cold hands held my shoulder, and the gust of air came into the hull, and the narrow hull swung, and the calm river suddenly blew up and even lifted back the standing emperor!
The next minute, the narrow boat was pushed by a big wave and the whole river was washed away!
In the middle of the middle of the forest, the sky is changing, and the dark Montenegro is here again!
And between that flowing valley is the image of a tall, long, luminous body, which leans down upon me with the wide bands of both sides, the gesture of the invitation, so holy and so kind!
“Ashuro! I’m sorry.
I ran all the way, tried to escape into Montenegro in the fastest time, and looked back at it, but I saw that it was also washed over the river, making a noise that boiled and seemed to be crawling.
As I ran, I didn’t mean to look back, but I saw the worst sight of my life:
Something’s coming after me.
“He” looks like a Buddha, with a golden wheel on top of his head, a hemorrhoid chubby, eyes long enough to be covered and his hands bound.
But the Buddha had a pair of short, deformed lower limbs, and had to rely on the lower body to climb forward, and as the other side approached, I saw a red drum in the waist.
And the drum, with a little head, was squeezed to the size of the fist…
I looked away and cried, “The Princess! I’m sorry.
No matter how fast I ran, that horrible thing was still coming after me and screaming in the direction of Montenegro while chasing me: “Ashuro, Zoo! Squeeze! I’m sorry.
Ashuiro heard the words, “Bitch Doom! Zoo!
They seem to be fighting for my ownership!
I ran and shouted from my throat: “Ashuro, I belong to you!”
“Don’t give me up, please! I’m sorry.
I will never be turned into a bloody donkey.
I don’t want to be squeezed!
And as the voice came out, the man with the little light opened a wide sleeve, and I couldn’t get it, and the whole thing got in!
In front of us, the small world of Whitewater Montenegro has once again emerged.
I am already exhausted at this moment, and the whole body is exhausted to the ground.
If only I had entered the sleeve, I could see through Ashuro’s eyes the newly born dove, riding on a blood donkey, holding up two deformed lower feet: “The Yan daughter!”
“The Yan girls!”
The point of anger seems to me — the lack of an element that prevents him from coming to the world perfectly and well.
“She has given everything to me.
“She belongs to me. I’m sorry.
The voice has just fallen, and the Buddha has opened his mouth, and a black fog has sprung out!
Fight! Fight!
The world is clearly fragile.
For the next minute, the still white river will be torn by a black fog, and the battered hags will abandon their waist drums and lose their blooded donkeys and climb up the river bank!
The next minute, hundreds of micro-lights rise from the river, like a web that binds the hands and feet of He!
This is a struggle that belongs to them.
Park Soo,
Original
It’s hard to understand.
Undescribed.
Although it now appears that Ashuro has prevailed.
However, when I was hiding far from Montenegro, I watched the fire, and the thing got so angry that it twisted its head and ripped up its own body!
It starts with the prints, then with the deformed feet…
Soon, the hand-and-legged dobs broke out of their bodies, and on the far side of the river came a microlight, which reached its finger, and Montenegro began to move faster!
I hid in the age of the dark twilight, and suddenly I found a meat bench in it!
Yes!
It’s the one I saw at Pei Man!
Saying late, but fast, I flew on one of my own, threw myself on the stool, and grabbed the slimy forelegs: “Go!” I’m sorry.
The stool was shocked, and the limbs were cut open and ran!
I tried to control the direction and fled to the depths of the valley, but I saw the freaky Buddha coming!
The more I flee, the more he shouts, the more he goes, the more he leaves his body behind, the larger, ugly head, the long eyebrow has been completely split, his hands in it, and he swam at me in the air!
I fell on the stool and said, “Fuck, you’re not finished.”
Who knows what I’m saying, then he’ll catch up!
I’ve seen bad things, and I’ve caught two of my men on their long feet, “Come on, or I’ll feed you to your grandmother!” I’m sorry.
The stool was said to have broken into eight legs as soon as it had earned its four legs.
I’m in control of the direction, and I’m going to hit somewhere older than Black. In this world, white age is water, black age is soil.
There’s only time in the world to bury the dobs.
The back of his head squeezed unpopularly.
As the black age is increasingly falling on him, the pace of hand-to-hand movement is slowing.
And after that We ran through the eight-legged stools after the dark valley, and the whistling behind them grew further away, smaller and smaller, and gradually lost their hearing.
And it was not until the stool was completely paralyzed that I turned back, and the deep valleys were raised, and the shadow of the hags was gone.
The stool — it’s a big octopus, it’s fast getting out of my grip and swimming in the valley.
And I lay at the bottom of a deep valley, and the next second I fainted.
Wake up again and head over the first clear of the sky.
And there are those who raise upon their backs my burning necks, and a flowing stream of cold silk pours into my dry, cleaving lips, and bring an incomprehensible coolness and comfort.
And I was awake in a moment, and I hastened to take it in my hand, and swallowed it with a loud mouth.
I’m still not smelly, but I’m doing a bowl full of people, and I’m like, “You’re not as scared of me as you used to be. I’m sorry.
What if it’s God’s food?
“You won’t hurt me. I’m sorry.
Whether or not, the other one took the bowl: “Well, it’s cow milk. I’m sorry.
I’m:
Touch the liquid in your mouth, and that’s when you see a faint smell.
And it was only when Ashuro stood up that We discovered that his long, long body was not dim, but condensed, even able to cast a thick shadow under the sun.
I said, “You?”
The likeness of the people stops before me: “Yes, I have come to this world with you as a bridge. I’m sorry.
This is good.
Or bad?
“Why don’t you ask me why I’m going to get you cow milk?” I’m sorry.
Why?
“I fear you will die here in time. I’m sorry.
“But you can control time, right? I’m sorry.
“No, that’s just a second before death, not living. He said, “Life is precious and only. I’m sorry.
Listening to him, my previous fears were suddenly dispelled.
After that, I was pulled up by him, and I went to the sea of wonders: “Where are we going?” I’m sorry.
“Ahead, someone wants to see you. I’m sorry.
Walking along the river, I found my own small boat on the shore, which had disappeared, leaving only a pile of mountain ashes and a strange smell in the sun.
And I stood by the ashes and followed Azuro to a tree, where two very strange and familiar things were found in the cave.
Ashuro pointed to the big head on the left, “You’re ready, I’ll start.” I’m sorry.
“What? I’m sorry.
Their time is stagnating, as if they had placed them in a closed box, and when they had opened it, there was only one end for them. I’m sorry.
And I understood at once that I could not bear the fear of looking at the little head with wet eyes, but only the little mouth moved, but the little mosquito fly.
“What did she say?”
“Kill me. I’m sorry.
I don’t know what to say. I started crying.
At the next moment, the little head attached to the little waist drums below seemed to have defused a certain state, and fell apart.
The princess swallowed her breath in an instant.
After that, Azuro pointed to the right, another blood-stained thing: “This is a man who says his name is Sue. I’m sorry.
“What did you say?”
In the face of my shock, the other side did nothing: “He has something to say to you, he wants to say…”
“No, I want to hear it myself! I’m sorry.
Speaking of which, I went into a tree cave and tried to listen to the man’s whisper, but I saw that Jun-soo’s head had been crucified under his belly, with his limbs and his whole body…
It was as if he had been folded, as if a cobra had been smitten by children,
Not like a normal person.
But he’s still alive.
I trembled and close my ears, but heard the man moaning in a weak state.
“Yes, my sister…
“I’m sorry…”
By my side, Azuro was watching in silence, and I had two long water marks on my face.
He seems to have human feelings, but not much.
“It’s okay, I can take care of myself later.”
“You go, you don’t have to miss me. I’m sorry.
Moan, stop.
As time re-flowed, the broken limbs sprung out of blood at the next second, and I was unable to face it, and I had to bury my face in the sand of the earth, pretending that I had not heard or met.
After that, with the help of Azuro, I buried the bodies of two men under the tree, and I was filling it with my hands, and suddenly I heard a shout from behind me: “Supreme!” Brother Soo!”
When I looked back, it was David and Okja, and behind them was the tall merchant ship, with dozens of grey-heads standing on its head, and I survived, and people rejoiced and waved their hands at me.
At a glance, the two men had arrived.
I’m a little moved, “You came to me? I’m sorry.
“Yeah, how can I leave you alone? Says David looked behind me at Azuro. “Who is this? I’m sorry.
Okja is also staring at each other in doubt: “Are you a man?” I’m sorry.
She seemed to notice something weird.
And We were too busy standing behind him: “He is one who is kind in heart and loves to make friends, and do not worry. I’m sorry.
“Oh? I’m sorry.
The appearance of Azuro is unique among mankind, and none of those who see him will be deterred by that strange beauty.
Fortunately, they did not say anything, although they were somewhat disturbed.
Looking back at the big boat, I asked David, “Where are you going next? I’m sorry.
Okjado: “We’ve talked about this and we’ll find Wang Henling. I’m sorry.
David even nodded his head: “The country is in trouble and the people are responsible!” If there’s no land, we’ll find it and create it with our hands! I’m sorry.
Said he waved his hands at those on the ship: “Do you think?” I’m sorry.
People shouted:
Yes!
“You say, will you? I’m sorry.
“Yes! I’m sorry.
“I will too! I’m sorry.
As if the golden red sun should appear from the thick clouds, and the white clouds would be washed away, and the time would be scattered, and the dawn would bloom, as if the water were scattered, and the sky and the river would be bright.
I was inspired by the wave, but I couldn’t help but cry with it: “I will go with you.” I’m sorry.
I suddenly remembered something. I turned to Azuro:
“And you?”
The other side was standing silently in the shade, with a long hair on his ankles, like a sculpture of ancient wells.
We reached out to him with one hand: “I forgot.
“We’ve got an appointment to stay together forever. I’m sorry.
The next minute, a cold pair of hands gently held me.
Looking back at the bright sky, the light of the clouds, the sea, and the clouds,
It’s dawn. Case number: YXA1x0KLkBySreaDyz6hwnwR
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
