Chapter 105 (1/2)

Cooking smoke, old trees, crows

Mountain village, small temple, Tianya

When Yan Liqiang came out of the temple, his heart was empty. After seven or eight months of countless attempts to cross mountains, cities and counties, he could only wander around like a lonely ghost. He was neither cold nor hungry, did not eat or sleep, did not die or live. No matter how strong he was, he would inevitably be disappointed or even desperate

Yan Liqiang doesn't know where he is now. Anyway, this place is far away from Ganzhou of the Han Empire.

The small temple is called Qingliang temple. It is built on the hillside of this mountain. There is only an old temple wish that is half monk and half vulgar. When Yan Liqiang left, the gray haired old temple wish was dozing on the recliner at the door, drooling and sleeping soundly. On the head of the old Temple wish is the mottled plaque of Qingliang temple, on both sides of the temple door, There are also two Buddhist words that have fallen off the paint.

——Without greed, it is cool, and without infatuation, it is free.

After looking at the two Buddhist words at the gate of the temple, Yan Liqiang smiled bitterly.

Yan Liqiang was not a firm materialist in his previous life, but even less so in this life. Therefore, since two months ago, once he met places such as Taoist temples on the road, Yan Liqiang couldn't help but go in and worship, pray for the gods and Bodhisattvas in the sky, and give himself a chance of rebirth.

It seems fun to float around like this every day, but over time, Yan Liqiang still feels a suffocating fear. He is afraid that he will go on like this forever. He can only be a spectator in the world, even among thousands of people.

There is a village at the foot of the mountain of the small temple. At this time, the sunset is all over the sky. It is when every family is cooking dinner that the cooking smoke curls in the village, which is quite quiet.

Yan Liqiang took a look down the mountain and didn't go down the mountain. A few months ago, he liked to run around to different people and see the human conditions in the world. Now, looking at the lives of those people as a bystander has become a torture for Yan Liqiang, which makes Yan Liqiang feel more like a lonely ghost abandoned by the whole world.

Along the mountain path behind the small temple, Yan Liqiang came to the top of the mountain not long ago. He sat on a boulder under a pine tree on the top of the mountain, alone, quietly watching the sun slowly set in the west, watching the sunset turn gray and night fall.

He doesn't want to go, try or run today. He just wants to stay alone on this nameless hill for a night. After these months, his body is like the wind and never seems to feel tired, but his heart is already exhausted.

The setting sun set and the stars rose. Yan Liqiang stretched out his hand and looked at his arm without a shadow in the moonlight. He shook his head and closed his eyes.