I would like to introduce the story no. 62, Nguyen Van Long’s lascivious genre. In this paragraph, Van strayed into the forest, thereby, feeling about life, giving his philosophy of life.
Internet photo 62. Lonely old body Immediately, Van entered a village deep in the forest. The trees are overgrown, the trees are old, the sky is dark, murky. Going inside, Van saw an old man of about 84 years old, bald forehead, sitting on a chair, looking sad and bored. The place where the old man sat was a large shack, like the dormitory on a subsidized day. Van surfed to the gate, there was a 3-storey tower, like a tower to worship the relics of the monks. Suddenly, Van heard a voice of a certain person in his ear: This guy, his wife passed away until the end of the month, the family did not know, revered the magic, after giving the funeral, threw all the things into the river. Pink, there are two black breast plates that are rusty due to water rust, so life is damaged, call destiny go both. Time is just before and after, not to mention a few years of disrespecting the superior, the family is also atrophy. In the old days, he was a mandarin, only greedy, managed thousands of vaulted money, but did not know how to create merit in the world … Hearing this, Van was also startled. It is true that in the past, I heard more or less about this and that, I did not expect it to be so big that there were days when it came to the Land of the Land, the crime intensified, and the karma was full of me. Poor sadness for his loneliness, not knowing his life is short. Van turned, quickly walked through the night, continued inside. The sound of wild chicken crowing three wings resounded, everything was still still, cold. (continue) Nguyen Van Long – Huyen Am Mong May Huyen Yin Dao Quan April 28, 2021 (March 17 in lunar calendar)
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