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Fishing alone in the cold river is leisurely, drunk and singing and forgetting to be frivolous.

The floating life is committed to 3,000 wisps, smiling and watching the ups and downs.

There is an unnamed valley in the mountains on the border of Wu on the Central Continent, the stream in the valley is murmuring, and some animals will be seen in groups of three or two by the stream from time to time, or leisurely drinking water and grazing, or playing everywhere wantonly. The vegetation is lush, the birds and cicadas are chirping, and the quiet and peaceful valley makes people can't bear to be disturbed by the smell of fireworks. A bamboo house sits in this valley without the slightest abruptness, as if it was naturally formed by the valley.

Suddenly, there was a burst of agitation in the valley, and the space and aura of the entire valley fluctuated disorderly. After only a few moments, everything in the valley calmed down again and returned to normal, and the old man who was meditating in the bamboo hut frowned slightly, not knowing the reason for this sudden restlessness.

The old man was full of white hair and dressed in white, and from his deep, penetrating eyes, you could feel the tremendous energy contained in his long-ailing and thin body.

The old man in white pinched his fingers and deduced but didn't get any results, so he was puzzled and had to go out of the house to check. There is a trace of the aura that has not yet dissipated due to the influence of the fluctuations. The old man was surprised to find that in this valley, which was almost completely isolated from the world, a boy of four or five years old appeared out of thin air, sleeping in the grass with nothing on his body.

I think that my Heavenly Daoist has lived in seclusion here for decades, and I was fated by Heavenly Punishment for a short time, but I didn't expect that Heaven would send me a child. The old man snooped on the heavens all his life, and even did not hesitate to end up like this, but he didn't expect that in the end it was still unpredictable providence' The old man thought about it, leaned down and picked up the boy and walked towards the bamboo house. . .

It may be that this young body cannot directly withstand the soul of an adult, or it may be that the child's brain cannot accept so many complex thoughts for a while. Anyway, my head has been groggy for the past two days, which makes me feel more uncomfortable than drinking a night of blended liquor, and when I first woke up, I really wondered if I was drinking and hallucinating, how did I become a child?!Why did I lie in a bamboo hut?!Where is this?!I won't cross, right?

I remember that I didn't do anything else, I fell asleep in bed like I did every day, how did I wake up and that's it? Isn't the crossing written in the book usually a bit of chance? At least a little bit of lightning strike, right?! Who is the old man who has been taking care of me for the past two days? Every time I come in, I don't say anything, is it an NPC?

At this time, the old man in white came in with a food stick, saw that I was already awake, and said with a smile: "Are you awake? Child, how do you feel?

'What's wrong with this?!' Although I thought so in my heart, I quickly turned over and sat up and said respectfully, "Now my body is much better, and my head doesn't hurt anymore." Thank you, sir, for taking care of you for the past two days, what do I call you? Where is this? How did I get here?"

The old man in white was slightly stunned when he heard my words, and I thought to myself, 'Oh no, a four or five-year-old child shouldn't be able to talk like me.'"

While I was thinking about it, the old man in white said: "The old man is the Taoist of the Heavenly Dao, the old man of this valley didn't name it, and the old man doesn't know how you came to the valley. It's almost completely isolated, and I wanted to wait for you to wake up and ask you, but it seems that you don't know how you got here. Child, do you remember that you still have relatives in this world?"

'Looking at this state, I am almost certain that I have arrived in another world, where are the relatives who have come?' Thinking of this, I immediately said, "I think I should have no relatives in this world." ”

The Taoist said: "Child, God's fate to send you here shows that you and I are destined, since you have no relatives in this world, are you willing to worship me as a teacher? Although the old man is just an old Taoist priest who has been sick for a long time, he still has some ability to ask himself. ”

The old man's words surprised me a little, but when I thought about it, I did have a lot of fate with this Heavenly Observation Daoist, and seeing him reminded me of the old man I once respected the most and was the most important in my heart. In my previous life, because of my self-righteousness, until the old man died, I could not let him see the results that would make him proud of me, and this incident became a regret that I could not let go of in my life.

Since God has given me another chance, I hope that this time I will not let me live up to the expectations of the old man in front of me again, thinking of this, I respectfully knelt on the ground and said, "Master is above, please accept the apprentice's worship." ”

"Okay, from today onwards, you will be my personal disciple of the Heavenly Observation Dao!" the master said happily, "By the way, do you remember your name, child? Have you ever learned to read and write before?"

What I said just now made Master think that I was not a normal child, what if my name was very strange here? You can't just get to know Master and make Master think I'm an outlier, right? (Although I already think I'm weird as a child now) Besides, since this is already a heavy life, wouldn't it be nice to change my name?

So he got up and said to the master: "The disciple has never learned to read and write, and he can't remember his name anymore, please give the master a name for the disciple, the disciple hopes to live freely in this world." ”

After thinking for a moment, the master said, "That's good! Then the master will give you the name You Yuzhen, and you can travel freely in the world." Yu, modest and sluggish, only modesty and light self can be happy. Zhen, stick to the righteousness, as the teacher hopes that you will always keep the heart of righteousness. ”

I said respectfully: "Master Xie gave the name, and Master taught the disciples to remember." ”

The master nodded and said, "Well, okay, you can rest first today, and start learning to read and write with the teacher tomorrow morning." ”

After Master left, I lay back on the bamboo bed and looked at the roof in a daze, feeling a little dizzy, I didn't understand what was going on, and my head was hot again, and I suddenly bowed to Master, am I dreaming or crossing over? Why do I think all this is a bit unreal? Everything that is happening now is beyond my comprehension!

Forget it, I can't think of a result by lying here like this. If you can't figure it out, you don't want to, so why do you have to search for the truth that you think is true? I have lived for decades, and in the original world, can I really distinguish all the truth in the world? Most of the time we just choose to believe the truth that we are willing to accept.

Buddhism says, 'One flower and one world, one tree and one Bodhi', so why can't I be one heart and one world? The attachment, unwillingness, resentment, and deep regret that I once had in this bamboo hut for the first time have all dissipated like a cloud of smoke, and it is not a good thing to start over like this. In the past, haven't I fantasized more than once that I went back to when I was a child and did it all over again, or went on adventures in other worlds?

If it's in a dream, I'll have a good dream that makes me comfortable, and if I really cross over, then I'll live a good life freely! This time, don't beg for the so-called success in the eyes of others for the vanity of my heart, and stop being anxious and depressed by the endless desires in my heart! Just follow this master who just worshipped and learn to be a comfortable little Taoist priest.

In the Nanhua Sutra, in the story of Zhuang Zhou's dream of butterflies, there is such a sentence: 'I don't know if Zhou's dream is a butterfly or a butterfly's dream?' Maybe I haven't crossed over, nor am I in a dream, and all I remember now is just a long dream that I, a four- or five-year-old child, have been having before.

In this long dream, there are high-rise buildings, endless prosperity, and endless helplessness and sadness in the shadows under the prosperity. In this long dream, there is mutual dependence, pure feelings, simple trust, and the acquaintance that has been promised to each other until old age, and there is also the helplessness of the changeable world, the things that pass by time, and even the loss of people's hearts in the flow of materialism.

Now I wake up and I can't get enough, but I find that everything has been separated from the world, and I wake up from a big dream in the entanglement of longing to escape and reluctance...

I woke up early the next morning, and I can barely remember the last time I got up so early. When I walked out of the bamboo house, I was stunned by the scenery in front of me, I have also seen the world, and I have been to many so-called scenic spots, famous rivers and mountains, but there are few that can be compared with the scenery in front of me.

The morning sun shines in the verdant valley, the breeze carries the fragrance of earth and flowers, and there is a pure and peaceful atmosphere everywhere, and it can be said that every breath at this moment is the most luxurious enjoyment for me.