Squeak...

The door was pushed open.

Alang and Gouwazi walked in.

The father and son were startled when they saw Chen Dong unconscious on the fire bed.

"Young man, don't bark!"

Alang seemed to know what Gouwazi was going to do and shouted to stop.

Immediately, he quickly stepped forward and checked, and after confirming that Chen Dong was just sleeping and nothing serious, he breathed a sigh of relief.

His eyes fell on the wooden carvings on the ground.

I knelt down, picked it up and looked at it, and my pupils suddenly shrank.

"Abba, what's wrong?"

Gouwazi came over in panic.

"This wood carving..."

Alang was about to speak but stopped.

He has been immersed in wood carving for nearly twenty years. Although he is not a master in this aspect, he is still comparable to a master.

Only the head of a human figure is carved, and even the outline of the head's facial features are blurred.

But the meaning contained in it is overwhelming.

That feeling is difficult to grasp and describe.

The ponytail is long and the strands of hair are discernible. For this alone, Alang was sure that he would never be able to carve it out if it were him.

It’s not that it can’t be so detailed, but it’s that charm!

Her silky long hair and youthful ponytail make her look lifelike and flowing in front of her at a glance.

Just this feeling alone has surpassed countless sculpting masters!

Techniques and skills are mostly limited to the word "technique", and it is difficult to advance to "art"!

"This wood carving is far inferior to you, Abba!"

Gouwazi glanced sideways and said.

Snap!

Alang slapped Gouwazi on the back of the head: "I asked you to study more. You want to raise pigs. This is just a blurry head. Your father and I only had it when I first started carving your mother."

It’s just a few minutes!”

"Isn't it just a wooden sculpture?"

Gouwazi rubbed the back of his head and said with an aggrieved look.

"You are still young and don't understand."

Alang shook his head and looked deeply at Chen Dong who was sleeping on the fire bed.

"Small……"

Gouwazi's face was filled with confusion. He subconsciously glanced at my lower body and shook his head secretly.

Just at this moment.

Chen Dong, who was sleeping, let out a painful cry.

Alang and Gouwazi's attention immediately shifted to Chen Dong.

Chen Dong slowly opened his eyes and looked at the father and son in front of him in confusion: "What happened?"

"Brother Agou, you fell asleep while carving wood carvings last night," Gouwazi said.

"oh?"

Chen Dong exclaimed in surprise, looked at the wood carving in A Lang's hand, and smiled bitterly: "Brother Lang, I don't know why, but I always feel like there is a barrier in my mind, preventing me from carving this wood carving. I am not allowed to carve this wood carving."

That girl carved it out."

"You have lost your memory. It's normal."

Alang smiled softly: "Take your time, haste makes waste."

With that said, he handed the wood carving and carving knife back to Chen Dong.

After breakfast.

Chen Dong sat on the threshold again as before.

Without going out for hunting, there was actually very little work in the village. The old woman was making shoes in the house, while A Lang and his son were chopping firewood in the yard.

Everything is quiet and peaceful.

Of course, this is also on the premise that wild beasts or savages do not invade the village.

In this extremely cruel living environment, the peace and tranquility at any moment is just the surface.

Cha...cha...

Chen Dong looked focused, frowning, holding a carving knife in his hand, carving bit by bit.

His movements were very slow, and each stroke of the knife was extremely "light". With one stroke, he could only remove a few sawdust.

Bits of sawdust fell to the ground like snow as he slashed.

The facial features of the characters are still just vague outlines.

For Alang, sculpting a character's facial features is just something that can be done easily.

But for Chen Dong, it is far away.

As a result, Chen Dong quickly became immersed in this kind of carving.

The wind and snow howled all around.

There was even the sound of A Lang and his son chopping firewood.

But Chen Dong seemed to turn a deaf ear to everything.

It was as if he was the only one in the world, with the carving knife and wood carving in his hand.

"Abba, is Brother Dog crazy? If you had known, you shouldn't have taught him wood carving."

Gouwazi swung an ax and split the wood in half, saying worriedly.

Alang frowned deeply and glanced at Chen Dong subconsciously: "We don't understand either, so don't worry about it. I'm relieved that he can focus on carving."

"Um?"

Gouwazi's face was full of doubts.

Alang didn't explain.

Compared with the scene when the barbarians entered the village, Chen Dong slaughtered all the barbarians and then raised his knife towards them.

He was even more happy to see Chen Dong competing with the wood carvings with his sword.

Just sitting here lasts a whole day.

Even though it was dinner time, Chen Dong also frowned, thinking about wood carving.

Alang's family of three have long been accustomed to Chen Dong's state.

In fact, ever since Alang taught Chen Dong wood carving, such a state has become a common occurrence for Chen Dong.

…

It's quiet at night.

The cold is biting.

The sound of chanting sutras echoed in the darkness.

Faintly, a faint golden light washed out and turned into circles of ripples, sweeping in all directions.

Wherever he passed, corpses were faintly visible on the ground.

I don’t know how much time has passed, but the bright red blood everywhere has already condensed into blood-colored ice crystals, and the corpses are gradually buried by the wind and snow.

A long time passed.

The chanting stopped abruptly.

Master Kongkong slowly lowered his clasped hands. With his eyesight, he could easily see the corpses everywhere.

"Amitabha!"

Master Kongkong sadly recited a Buddhist chant: "Everyone in the world is suffering. The poor monk has lived in Xuankong Temple for a long time, but he has forgotten to save all sentient beings, and he has made a huge mistake in the Huns. This time the Dao came to the donor not only to ask the poor monk to look for Chen Dong, but also to

It gave the poor monk a chance to walk on earth."

Sudden.
To be continued...