I didn't hesitate at all in the dream, I don't know how he discerned the direction in this empty space, it seemed that the dream self was very familiar with everything in the Xuanmen, or it was unconscious movement, but soon I found that the dream self moved much faster than me, although I knew that shouting was useless, but still roared hoarsely, so that I felt that such a roar, is it about to wake up from the dream?

But no, I could only watch my dream self fade away, and the tiny flashlight finally disappeared at the very dark end. If the self in my dream is gone www.biquge.info then who am I? Where am I going? Is this fate, my consciousness will forever drift in this void?

I felt the cold all around me, and finally I was completely unaware of the existence of my body, and I finally understood that behind the Xuanmen, all senses will eventually disappear, and people are becoming a simple consciousness, with no time, no space, no direction, no reaction, and maybe there is no end yet. Is this really a dream? If so, why can't I wake up? Is this the path of reincarnation without birth and death? So, who is the person lying on the clay pillow in the main house of the small courtyard?

The result of no time is that my memories are like countless grains of sand, gradually burying me, and the result of no direction is that these grains of sand are aimlessly scattered around, but at this moment, I suddenly heard a voice in my ears: "The real world is in the Xuanmen, the original appearance of the world, a world composed of consciousness, no time, no distance, no difference, is the origin of everything." Outside the Xuanmen is the dream of this world, the appearance of the common imagination of consciousness, even if there are thousands of changes, you will eventually return to the original point, and you will have a dream for a lifetime. ”

I don't know how this sound reached my brain, and it was at that moment that I suddenly found that I seemed to be able to perceive everything around me, in this void, there were countless consciousnesses floating there, so different, and so same, that voice, I felt like my father's voice, like the voice of my second uncle, like the voice of my eldest brother, and like Liu Yinyin's voice, and probably the voice of all consciousness.

But if it's a dream outside the gate, what's the point of everything we're doing outside? It's going to wake up after all, isn't it?" I don't know when I can make a sound, maybe it's not a sound at all.

"The Buddha said that the Pure Land of Bliss, the Tao said that the Dharma is natural, and if there is an end, there must be a beginning, and if there is a righteousness and unity, there will be all kinds of flowers, and if there is no cultivation, how can you realize the origin? Doesn't the meaning you say exists in the meaning itself?" I have to say, this may be the answer, but it may not be anything, but the voice in my brain is a little familiar, but I can't think of who it is for a while.

"If there must be an end to the beginning, and I firmly believe that cause must have effect, then why should I set up a formation outside the Xuanmen? and why should I bring those resentful spirits who have gone astray here? Without a permanent family, the resentful spirits will eventually realize the way back? It's just a matter of time. "When this question was formed in my mind, it had already become language, floating in the void.

"Because no soul is born to cross others, if you want to cross others, you must first cross yourself, everything you do is just a process of crossing yourself, you don't need to look for meaning itself, it is always there. But without this process, you never understand where it is. Every time you enter the Xuanmen, it is a time for you to wake up from a dream, not the first time, nor the last. That's when I realized that the voice seemed to be my own, but it didn't seem to come from my body.

I was about to continue asking, not far ahead, the light of the flashlight flashed. I hurriedly walked in that direction, and the beam of light of the flashlight seemed to be waiting for me, shaking twice in front of me to make me follow as quickly as possible. As I got closer and closer to the flashlight, all of a sudden, the surroundings brightened, and the light suddenly appeared, stinging people from opening their eyes.

And I also began to feel the presence of my body, and the back of my neck was still pillowing the clay pillow, and it was already a little numb. I slowly opened my eyes, and everything around me was familiar. And all kinds of sounds, coming back into my ears from the pillow, were like a brisk sonata, I should have woken up, I sighed softly, perhaps it is more accurate to call it to re-enter the dream.

People are like this, when they wake up, they sigh that the dream is so bizarre and beyond imagination, and it is more of a smile. But who would have thought that for himself in his dreams, reality seems more hypocritical and despicable. If the meaning of life is evaluated in this way, I would rather believe that the real world is just a dream of Xuanmen.

Three days later, Liao Huansheng came to the small courtyard again and brought a bottle of good wine. He looked radiant, but he just sat down, but he didn't seem to know how to speak, and kept rubbing his hands.

"What, Huansheng, you came to my house and drank once, and you are still addicted? I'm going to get two dishes, and we two drinks at noon?" I asked him with a smile.

"Chang, I didn't use the bell or the rune paper, so I brought it to you this time. Liao Huansheng said as he took out the bell from his bag. This was a bit of a surprise to me, and he saw my surprise, and continued: "Chang, I have been thinking since I came out of your house that day, you are right, if I avoid it, no amount of bells and runes will make me sleep well, and my heart will always keep chattering. ”

"Then what do you want to do?" When Liao Huansheng spoke, I was always curiously guessing how he would solve his own problems.

"Chang, you said that the pillow gives me a talent, but I think it may be more of a responsibility, I can use it better and create greater value, as long as this value does not satisfy my personal desires. I understand what you said that day, the charm, is another kind of illusion of the evil in your heart, it exists in your heart at all, and you can't hide from it. So, Chang, I still want to take the pottery pillow back and solve it myself. Liao Huansheng said very resolutely, and it was a decision after thinking about it for a long time.

I nodded, and went to the back room to carry the pillow out to him. Liao Huansheng put the pottery pillow on his lap, gently swayed, and continued: " Lao Chang, that day we talked about Tao Pillow is an audio amplification receiver, which can receive the information left by the ancients, but you know, I am doing experimental scientific research, I don't agree with this statement, in my own dreams, I know that I am not a simple receiver of information, this kind of communication and communication cannot be what I imagined, let alone the illusion of the ghost, at least at the beginning I can be sure that it is not, so I think people's dreams may be in another space, but they are also connected to each other, just like the real world, a complex social unit composed of countless individuals, but we don't recognize it now。 The pottery pillow may be the key to entering the dream of the human community. ”

This is what we often call the same end, and Liao Huansheng can realize this, maybe it is related to his previous scientific research and teaching work, maybe it is related to his own talent, but this is enough to make me happy.

"What's next?" I asked him.

Liao Huansheng smiled at me and said, "I haven't thought about it yet, but it will definitely be different from the past, the Spring Festival is coming soon, I want to take my daughter-in-law and children back to my hometown to sweep the graves of my father and brother, they have never returned to their hometown." This time, the old house will be repaired, and it will collapse if it is not done, as for the pottery pillow, let's think about it when I come back. ”

In the new year, Lao Cao took me to Chongqing, and when I returned to Beijing, it was early summer. Liao Huansheng didn't come to my house to look for me, I thought he was still in his hometown in Anyang. But later, Feng didn't come to me twice, and I learned that Liao Huansheng had become a busy man in this section, on the one hand, he applied for a research project in school, which was about the study of human dreams, he took a few graduate students, and worked day and night, Feng but he hadn't seen his figure for a long time. However, when it came to this topic, Feng was puzzled and told me that Liao Huansheng's school was poor and could not allocate much research funds, but Liao Huansheng posted a lot of money to buy equipment, books and materials, and also gave subsidies to graduate students, and it is estimated that all the money he earned in the past two years was thrown into it. I really don't understand what he's trying to do?

On the other hand, Liao Huansheng still went to the sea, under Feng Hao's matchmaking, he got an auction company with a few antique shop owners, worked as an appraisal consultant in it, and took some dry shares.

It's just that Liao Huansheng is still the same as before, and he is not very concerned about the things of literary play, plus the matter of school topics, it is good to be able to go to the company once a week. For this, the shareholders were quite resigned, and simply appointed Feng Fu as the general manager, hoping to use his relationship with Liao Huansheng to influence Liao Huansheng to do more for the company.

Feng Bu smiled bitterly at me, "Lao Chang, how can you say that I have this ability to affect Liao Huansheng, he has an idea, and it is useless for anyone to pull it."

More than a month has passed, and I suddenly received a call from Liao Huansheng, on the phone, he apologized very sincerely, I have been back to Beijing for so long, I have not come to see me, I am very sorry, I asked me to have a meal together on the weekend of the next week, and get together. Unfortunately, three days before the appointment date, the Cao team had an urgent task, and we had to rush to Shanghai overnight, so I had to hang up the phone to Liao Huansheng and say okay, I will come back from Shanghai and make another appointment.

The world is unpredictable, after we stayed in Shanghai for half a month, the incident of Lop Nur happened again, and I and Cao Team did not return to Beijing, and flew directly to the northwest. When I came back, it was the end of that year. In the past year, although I had two phone calls with Liao Huansheng, I didn't communicate much, and I didn't expect that he had already had a earth-shaking impact on everything around him.

Liao Huansheng's auction company as a consultant in a year, in addition to the spring and autumn auctions, organized more than a dozen small auctions, because the auction is excellent, often cause new topics in the circle and even in the society, and become a well-known brand in the auction house, so that a listed company from Hong Kong spent a huge amount of money to acquire most of the shares of the auction house. But Liao Huansheng didn't care about his part of the shares, and the first one sold them all out, only as a nominal consultant in the company, but it is rumored in the circle that Liao Huansheng became rich overnight and became a multimillionaire.

Liao Huansheng's scientific research projects have also progressed rapidly, not only with solid basic research, but also with rapid application results. He cooperated with a domestic furniture company to develop a new type of pillow made of new materials and new technology, which has a good preventive and therapeutic effect on cervical spine diseases, especially for neurasthenia and insomnia. This pillow has just been listed, and it is already expensive in Luoyang paper, and it is hard to find. Another ancient medicine pillow that uses traditional Chinese medicine as a filler has also been developed, and it is estimated that it will set off a new wave of sleep.

When I saw Liao Huansheng again, it was in front of a dilapidated factory in western Beijing. Liao Huan in front of me is in a business-like manner, wearing a suit and leather shoes, and he is like two people in my memory before. He warmly beckoned me to sit down in the communication room at the entrance of the factory, and apologized for letting me run all the way, but he had too many daily things to find a complete event. After chatting for a few words, I found that although Liao Huansheng's image is very different from before, his inner personality and habits have not changed at all. I wonder what he's doing in this broken factory that's gone out of business.

Liao Huansheng told me with a smile that he bought this factory and the factory building, and the next step is to renovate it, and it is expected to be done next year.

It's been another year, I don't recognize the factory at all, the modern and creative architectural appearance, the simple and natural Nordic interior design style, the well-built gardens and fountains dotted among them, the tall glass windows let the sunlight quietly into the interior, and what shocked me even more was the wide interior space, row after row of huge bookshelves, like the Great Wall of knowledge, immovable.

Liao Huansheng and I stood in the middle of this huge library, watching with joy as many students hurriedly shuttled between the bookshelves. "Huansheng, I still have a lot of ancient books that have been collected for decades at home, and I will donate them to the library, where they will be more valuable. "I said to Liao Huansheng next to me, who should now be called Mr. Liao.

Liao Huansheng nodded, "Chang, thank you for your kindness, without a night in that small courtyard, I might never have made up my mind to do all this, and when it all began, as you said, I was no longer affected by strange dreams." ”

"My own collection of books here accounts for only 5%, and my friends in the collection circle have donated about half of them, and there are many donations from people in the community who are sending them in a steady stream. Soon, the second phase of the library project is about to begin, I plan to add a small exhibition hall to it, as well as the third floor of this building, I also want to put a small multimedia center, after all, the future is the world of computers and networks...... "Liao Huansheng pulled me, excitedly shuttling through the tall building.

Who would have thought that more than a year ago, Liao Huansheng was forced by fate to take a nap in my small courtyard every afternoon, who would have thought that an ordinary teacher could become a big name in the Beijing literary circle within two years, and everything behind this came from an inconspicuous pillow?

(Therefore, those who are good and rebel turn into ghosts and gods to gain their affection.) Its change is also, and the judgment of the pastor is also. The shepherd does not judge, and the situation is unknown. The circumstances are unknown, and the basis is not tried. Changing the image must have a rhetoric to hear it from afar. If you want to hear its voice, you want to be silent, you want to be open, you want to be restrained, you want to be high, you want to go down, you want to take, you want to be with. Those who want to be in love are compared with them with their words. Calling each other with the same voice, the truth is the same. or because of this, or because of another, or in the matter, or in the past. This listens to the truth and falsehood, knows the similarities and differences, and gets its affection. Actions and words are silent, and there is a difference between them, joy and anger can be seen from this, and they are all predetermined by the law. To seek revenge, look at its trust, so use this. --"Guiguzi") (To be continued.) )