Legend of the Great Sage

The white circle is buried in the black soil, like a human skull, but again! Human skulls are much smaller.

With trembling hands, he plunged into the soil and dug it out. His body froze immediately, and his boiling blood seemed to drop to freezing point. It was just a white stone.

"Xiao Er, what's wrong with you, don't scare me!" Brother Li said with a mournful face, and held the hand of the sorceress again: "My brother is bewitched, please save him quickly."

"Second boy, is there anything in my vegetable field?" The sorceress first signaled Brother Li not to panic, then stroked his head, and asked kindly, extremely familiar, yet unfamiliar.

"I... I don't know..."

He clung to the white stone tightly, stood up slumpedly, his body swayed a bit, the feeling of fatigue, hunger, and pain surged up like a tide, but none of them were as deep and heavy as the disappointment in his heart. But he didn't know what he was disappointed with? Hasn't he been here for more than ten years? What are you longing for?

He walked out of the witch's house, covering his eyes with his hands, the sun was shining brightly between his fingers, the sun rose as usual, emitting a warm light, the fog that shrouded the small village gradually dissipated, and the smoke from every house rose. This was an extremely ordinary morning that he had repeated thousands of times in his life, and from now on, he would spend it like this day and night, but he felt a nightmare-like fear.

Back home in despair, sat at the table, ate breakfast, lunch, and dinner, holding on to the stone that looked like a child's skull, the sun set again, but it would rise again tomorrow.

Woniu Village is too small, life is too ordinary, everything spreads like the wind, and soon everyone knows that Li Erlang is crazy, and they come to visit one after another. Niu's feelings are too deep, and he couldn't bear the blow for a while, so he went hysterical.

In the middle of the moon, he finally stood up from the table, walked out of the door, walked to the ancient well in the village, sat on the moss-covered bluestone, and stared into the well.

The well water quietly reflected the bright moon, and reflected the thin face of a young man, full of confusion. What is wrong with me? Just because of that dream? However, even though the dream has been scattered like smoke, the feeling in the dream still lingers.

It's grand and fierce, it's struggling, it's laughter, it's indulgence, it's true love, it's death!

His expression was contorted, and his scarred hands tightly grasped the white stone.

"Erlang, you... don't move around, you can say whatever you want, a dead cow cannot be brought back to life..." Brother Li's voice trembled, fearing that he was about to throw himself into a well, he persuaded him indiscriminately.

"Boy,

You are crazy! Life can't be over, your parents died early, I pulled you so big with shit and urine, you just treat me like this! "Sister Li yelled loudly, sobbing as she spoke.

The barking of dogs resounded throughout the village, and lights were turned on in every house. The villagers woke up from their sleep, and after a while, they all gathered around the well. Adults and children, men and women, all talked to him, telling him to be sure. Don't be overwhelmed.

He looked over the crowd, over Woniugang, and across the endless stretch of hundreds of thousands of mountains. The word "Qingshan" suddenly jumped into his mind. Like a flash of inspiration, he lowered his head and murmured: "Qingshan!"

"Brother, where is the money for selling the cow?"

After a long time, he suddenly raised his hand and asked.

"You...you wait, I'll get it right away!" Brother Li rushed out of the crowd, and quickly brought the bag containing the money to him.

He looked at some ingots of broken silver, which were shining in the moonlight. He put the stone in his hand, and suddenly stood up. The crowd fell silent, and their eyes just looked at him.

He looked around, chose a direction, and walked out of the village.

The crowd was stupefied by his expression, they didn't dare to stop them, they parted and watched his figure disappear under the moonlight.

Brother Li and Sister Li wanted to step forward to stop them, but they suddenly stopped, with strange expressions on their faces.

At first, his steps were heavy and he didn't know where he was going. But gradually, his footsteps became more and more brisk, and under the bright moonlight, he strode forward along the path that was about to be submerged in weeds.

After walking all night, when he reached the town, the sky had already brightened. He stood in front of a butcher's shop, with a huge bull's head hanging on a meat rack with a broken horn. The bull's eyes are wide open, and they have lost their usual luster, and they are in a haze. The flies were flying around, as if they wanted to add a few more boring footnotes to the death of this mediocre animal.

However, he clearly felt that those hazy eyes were watching him, with those familiar warm eyes, he suddenly felt that his face was wet, and it turned out that tears had flowed down his face before he knew it.

"Little brother, what kind of meat do you want to buy? I just killed a big steer yesterday, and there is still a lot of good meat left!" The butcher shop owner asked a little strangely.

He pointed to the bull's head.

A moment later, the butcher shop owner watched him leave with strange eyes. He faced the morning light, and the sunlight cast a layer of light on his tall figure, with a huge bull's head on his back.

The bull's head is very heavy, and together with the white stone in the bag, it weighs heavily on his body. And that dream seems to be no longer ethereal, it has gained weight and become clearer!

Time flies, and the stars move.

The boy turned into a man, and the man became an old man. He traveled all over the world, but the scene in his dream never appeared, but he still refused to stop, and kept searching and searching!

Finally, one day, he walked to the top of the mountain and stopped. His once tall body was rickety, his clothes were even more ragged, and only the skull remained on the bull's head on his back. more heavy.

He turned his head and looked at the road he walked when he came here, how many times he had the opportunity to stop and enjoy peace and joy, instead of this and that, drinking all the wind and frost and having nothing.

He couldn't help thinking, maybe he shouldn't have come out, maybe he had gone crazy decades ago, so he saw Woniu Village again, and he saw the same old self with his descendants around his knees, enjoying his old age.

Do you regret it?

He took off the yellowed bull skull on his back with his old hands, slowly put it on his face, supported it with one hand, and took out the white stone warmed by his body with the other hand, and stared at it for a long time. , suddenly laughed, the laughter became louder and louder, interspersed with violent coughing, he coughed up blood, staining his snow-white beard red.

With a thud, the laughter stopped abruptly, he fell to the ground on his back, looked at the vast sky, and said: "I regret it!"

Death surged up and sank into the boundless darkness. Suddenly, a butterfly flew in the boundless darkness, with indescribably colorful colors, flowing pieces of equally indescribable pigments, dyeing the black curtain.