Fuyang Bleating
by Li Yun
About This Novel
The fate of sheep, the fate of humans, killing and protecting lives are choices that everyone cannot avoid. Yi Guoci was walking on the way to Kushui Temple. Summer hasn't started yet, but that doesn't mean the weather isn't hot. It's still late spring, and the weather suddenly gets hotter. Viewed from a distance, the provincial highway leading to Kushui Town looks like a piece of discarded pig intestine, a mess, as if crawling with flies. If you look closely, the squirming flies are vehicles carrying goods of various colors, as well as various people in a hurry. There are three-wheeled carts, four-wheeled carts, and even eight-wheeled carts, and of course there are donkey-harnessed carts that are common in northern Anhui. There are only three types of people: men and women, and the rest are monks. At this time, monk Guo Ci was wearing a bamboo hat and apricot-yellow monk clothes, dragging his somewhat tired steps, and trudged firmly in the direction of Kushui Temple.
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