Ma Wu came out of Lao Zhang's house and did not return the same way, but crossed the alley and got on the road outside, planning to go to the vegetable market by the way, and come back later to see if Lao Zhang had returned. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Just walked a few steps on the road, Ma Wu found that there were many people standing on the side of the road in front of him, the inner three layers and the outer three floors were watching what was lively, and a Dongfeng truck was parked in the middle of the road, and it seemed that there was a traffic accident.

Ma Wu squeezed into the crowd, and only then did he realize that a person was rolled under the truck, which should have run over his abdomen, and dragged the person forward for more than ten meters, leaving a long and shocking blood mark on the road.

This traffic accident should have happened not long ago, and two traffic policemen were busy on the ground with a tape measure to measure something. It seems that the people under the wheels died on the spot, and they couldn't be saved.

When Ma Wu saw the blood on the ground, his heart shrank suddenly, his heartbeat began to speed up, his head was dizzy for a while, and it was a little difficult to breathe. It's not that Ma Wu can't see the bloody picture, but on the ground behind the truck, he saw something somewhat familiar, an old-fashioned black leather bag stained with undried blood and dust.

This kind of bag was popular in the seventies and eighties, but nowadays it is not used. But Ma Wu clearly remembered that Lao Zhang had such a bag and carried it every day.

Ma Wu squeezed past the people in front of him again, and almost reached the corpse under the wheels. The corpse was only exposed above the chest, and the clothes were uncoloured and covered in blood. The man looked at the sky with his eyes open, but his eyes were all gray and black, as if he was a little unwilling, and seemed to be a little relieved, and he couldn't really see it. Every few seconds, the hand will twitch mechanically. Not far from the head, a shattered black-framed glasses fell, reflecting the bizarre world in the sunlight, deepening Ma Wu's dizziness. Who is this Lao Zhang?

The driver of the truck was obviously also frightened, and kept gesturing with the traffic police on the side. Later, he simply sat on the ground, and his feet were so weak that he couldn't stand up. Ma Wu's mind was also blank at this time, and all he could think about was what Lao Zhang said before he left last night, wasn't it a prophecy? Wouldn't that mean that he who won the grand prize would also suffer the same retribution? Ma Wu waited until the police covered Lao Zhang's body with a cloth sheet before returning home in a trance.

Ma Wu and his wife didn't close their eyes all night, and the small stack of lottery tickets didn't seem to be bundles of banknotes, but pieces of tomb bricks with the smell of corruption. The two of them couldn't come up with a result, so Ma Wu came to talk to me today.

After Lu Xiaojuan finished this paragraph, she stopped talking, picked up the noodle bowl I put down on the table, and prepared to go back to the kitchen to reheat it. The unexpected car accident, Lao Zhang's death was indeed a bit unexpected to me. Lao Zhang's experience, the several jackpots, and the warnings and prophecies to Ma Wu and his wife before his death seem to prove that these events are cause and effect of each other, but Lao Zhang, the only one who knows the truth of them, is dead, how can he unravel the secrets? The fate of people is sometimes really indescribable, ordinary people are extremely ordinary, and strange people are strange and impermanent.

The ancients made words to compose words, and the simplest words will also have deep philosophical connotations, such as the word fate, we all understand the literal meaning, but the ancients have told us that fate contains two parts: fate and luck, luck is a kite, life is a line, good luck is prosperous, but also life is lost, bad luck is mildew, as long as the number of life miles is in, you can also turn evil into good fortune.

In fact, I always feel that from the descriptions of Ma Wu and Lu Xiaojuan, Lao Zhang should have understood the relationship between fate and fortune when he was in Beijing, so he was deliberately avoiding something. But Ma Wu told the story of Lao Zhang in Shijiazhuang before, obviously Lao Zhang was far from understanding so much at that time, and because Lu Xiaojuan sent the face, the story was interrupted, and there may be crucial clues in the middle.

I patted Ma Wu on the shoulder and poured wine into his glass.

Ma Wu finally withdrew his gaze looking at the boundless galaxy, nodded to me, picked up the wine glass and took a sip. "Chang, I was thinking just now, people's troubles are caused by greed, and those who buy lottery tickets are not gambling? With money, time, and energy, people only see one of the million people who won the jackpot, and turn a blind eye to the remaining 999,999 people. In this way, it was a mistake for me to open this lottery station, how many people have been led astray, or is it closed?

When people are stimulated, especially when they encounter things that cannot be solved by their common sense experience, they often transform their inner fear into a kind of awe, and this awe will make people unconsciously choose to escape. But in most cases, it is unavoidable, so people often say that the blessing and misfortune are not alone, as if bad luck will always entangle people with low luck, making it difficult for people to get rid of, but in fact, this is just a wrong psychological misdirection and psychological hints, and the actual situation is far from the actual situation, and the confusion of Ma Wu in these two days should come from this.

I also raised my glass and saluted him, and said slowly: "Ma Wu, some of your words are right, but most of them are wrong. ”

Ma Wu came to his senses completely at this moment, sat up straight, stared at me with interest, and waited for my next step.

"Ma Wu, I don't think you are leading people astray by opening this lottery point, but maybe it's the opposite. You think,The lottery industry is opened by the state,Private gambling themselves,For example, Wu San's underground casino is illegal。 If the lottery is to lead people to evil, then the state to approve the industry is a disaster for the country and the people? Evaluation of one thing to see its ultimate purpose, the lottery is not good, that is, the national government sits in the bank, everyone is a casual customer, but the dealer in the income obtained, ultimately used to do, is the key. ”

"Now our lottery industry is called the welfare lottery,The income obtained by the government on the lottery,All the benefits are used to help the low-income people at the bottom or to invest in basic education,That's not wrong,Or merit. On the contrary, what will the winner do with the prize money?"

Obviously, my words were not convincing in Ma Wu's opinion, he looked at me in surprise and asked: "Lao Chang, I have known you for so many years, and I have never found that you have such a high political consciousness, but you can put gold on the face of Director Hou of the lottery center, but what does it have to do with us little people?"

I smiled at him, ignored his choke, and changed the subject. "Lao Zhang is a good gambler, but the reason why he is addicted to gambling is different from that of ordinary gamblers. People who are good gamblers care a lot about their lives and luck, and if they are lucky, they will naturally win more money, and if they are unlucky, they will naturally export it, but whether this thing can be controlled by people? Fortune tellers say they can, but if you ask them why, they will only tell you that the secret of heaven cannot be revealed. In fact, the longest-standing and most in-depth study of the relationship between fate and fortune is religion. ”

"When Buddhism entered China, it was divided into two major sects, simply put, the difference in the method of becoming a Buddha, one faction called Duren, and the other faction called Duji. How do you go to cross a person? A person can count the people he has known all his life, and how many of them can you cross? According to today's parlance, the efficiency is too low. As a result, many people choose to start a sect and recruit disciples, so that when there are more disciples, the number of people who cross will naturally increase exponentially. But there are also some people who have adopted another method, which is to create tools to ferry people, for example, if your boat is small and can only cross one at a time, then build a big boat, which can kill thousands of people at a time. ”

"In a sense, the welfare lottery is such a big ship. It's just that there are more people on the boat, and everyone thinks differently, and most of them don't even want to cross the river. Sometimes I also think, how many people can really not forget their original intentions when they do things now? Maybe in another ten years, most people will not know why we crossed that river, and that is when the real sadness begins. ”

Ma Wu seemed to listen to my words, and asked leisurely, "Lao Chang, do you mean that what Lao Zhang did deviated from his original intention, and things became uncontrollable, causing fate to make people?"

I nodded, Ma Wu, this kid is usually five big and three rough, and he doesn't do things with his brains, but it is undeniable that his comprehension ability on key issues is still very strong.

In fact, after the other school of Buddhism entered China, it borrowed many ideas from the local religions of the Central Plains, especially Taoism, and only then did it come into being. They are not limited to the path of accumulating merit to become a Buddha, but emphasize the way of enlightenment, the way to improve their own state of mind to become a Buddha. On this road, they had to face problems of fate and luck. In fact, you can see Lao Zhang as an ascetic on this road, many of his insights have gone beyond the scope of our normal people's understanding, for example, winning the lottery, in our opinion, is a one-in-a-million probability problem, that is, a pie falling from the sky hits the problem, but in Lao Zhang's eyes, it is not the same thing at all. ”

At this time, Ma Wu had completely integrated into my context, and he lowered his head and pondered for a long time, then nodded to me. "Lao Chang, what you said makes sense, since Lao Zhang can use his memory and use probability to improve his winning rate in the casino, then he must have a way to find out what is regular in the lottery, but unfortunately, he is just a corpse now, if he can use his own methods to study himself, can he also avoid this flying disaster?"

Ma Wu's question was also what I was curious about, and I shook my head at him: "I don't know, I know too little, but what is certain is that what happened to Lao Zhang is not accidental, and he is trying to control his life and fortune with his own methods, but there must be a deviation in it." If you finish telling the story that you just told halfway, that is, the story of Lao Zhang in the underground casino, you may still find some discoveries. ”

Ma Wu completely sobered up from the half-drunk state just now, but it's just that the second half of the story he heard from Lao Zhang was very simple, maybe Lao Zhang deliberately concealed it, but this did not affect the excitement of the story.

For example, a lamp can remove a thousand years of darkness, and a wisdom can extinguish a thousand years of foolishness.) Mo Si forward, has passed unattainable, often thinks in the back, thinks clearly, and sees his own nature. Although good and evil are different, there is no difference in nature, and the nature of non-duality is called reality, and in reality, it is not tainted by good and evil, and this name is a perfect Buddha. A thought of evil arises from one's nature, destroying the causes of all eons of goodness, and one thought of goodness arises from one's nature, and the evil of Hengsha is exhausted, until it reaches the supreme Bodhi. Thinking about self-seeing, without losing the original thought, is called retribution. --"The Altar of the Six Patriarchs")