I was thinking about the Tsukasa mushroom, so I naturally turned to the records left by the ancestor Chang Heiting. Even though I was already familiar with it, I was still confused when I read it again.

The main problem is that the style of the genealogy is still mainly to record the representatives of the various generations of the family and some important events they encountered, and the authenticity is extremely high, but it rarely spends space to describe a legend or illusory event.

And Chang Siting's records, although most of them are also experienced or verified by him, but most of them are based on what he has seen and heard, and it seems that he can't explain anything other than to prove his mental journey of finally converting to Buddhism, so what is the significance of leaving these records?

I couldn't figure out the joints for a moment, and my body unconsciously changed to a more comfortable position, the warm sunlight shining through the shade of the trees, leaving mottled marks on the yellowed pages of the family tree, and the ink characters began to dance as if they had come to life.

In a trance, I suddenly noticed that the page I turned in my hand seemed to have a little ink mark on the header. I hurriedly held up the genealogy, looked into the sunlight and looked closely, the ink marks were very shallow, so shallow that I couldn't tell whether it was a character or some kind of mark.

But I soon came to the conclusion that this was the remnants of someone who had left a note on the front page, and that the ink had penetrated the remains. But strangely, when I turned to the front page, the header was empty, and there was not a word.

I was immediately interested, and I looked through the pages carefully. According to my father, this genealogy was re-transcribed at the end of the Qing Dynasty in about 1903, which is also a requirement for genealogical inheritance, and it is recopied every 100 years, in order to ensure that the new content can be re-recorded later, and on the other hand, it can also make up for the damage to the original.

Soon, I figured out what the problem was.

Which page with the remaining ink blots records the conversion of Chang Siting's ancestors, and the preceded by his several trips to check the man in black seems to be a continuous event on the surface, but the span of time in between is still very long. And when I put the page up, I was surprised to find that there should be another page in the middle, but it had been cut down along the gutter.

I put down my genealogy and fell into deep thought, the sunlight flickering in the clouds, flickering and dimming, and even the shadows of the branches and leaves became strange.

In my impression, although the Chang family's thousands of years of inheritance have many intersections with Buddhism, it seems that Chang Siting is the only one who has truly converted to Buddhism. Of course, I admit that Master Zheng's head drink has a deafening effect, but the missing page undoubtedly tells me that something must have happened between the ancestor's encounter with Tianguandao and his arrival at Meishan, and this is most likely the real reason for his conversion to Buddhism.

More importantly, this incident is by no means a chance encounter, and must have something to do with home learning.

I remember my father once said that every transcription and compilation of genealogies would have to be destroyed. So this one in my hand is the only one. Then the time of the layoff must have been after 1903. Three years later, the only people who could see the family tree were my grandfather, father, third brother and me.

Grandpa was the transcriber of the genealogy back then, and if he found a problem with this record, he could have not copied or deleted it at that time, and it was very unlikely that he would have done so. The fact that it was only the father or the third brother who cut these two pages only proves that the father and the third brother knew the man in black, but why did I never hear the slightest information from them?

As I pondered, I was suddenly tapped on the shoulder. Looking up, a delicate and energetic smiling face came up next to me.

"Xiaomei, are you really here?" I couldn't help blurting out, putting down the family tree in my hand.

"Brother Chang, do you think I'm just a person who just talks about it?" Mei Yujun said as he looked curiously at my small courtyard.

"But it looks like you didn't ask me for my address yesterday?"

"If you want to know your address, do you have to ask yourself?" Mei Yujun smiled brightly.

Zeng Qian next to her looked at the two of us in surprise at first, then shook her head, smiled meaningfully at me, and continued to do her research.

I introduced Zeng Qian to Mei Yujun, and she soon stopped paying attention to me, and seemed to be more interested in her bottles and cans, and sat next to Zeng Qian, chatting and chatting, completely ignoring my existence.

At first, their topic still revolved around Tsukasa mushrooms and Zeng Qian's work, but soon the topic turned to me, as if they realized that I was next to me, and deliberately lowered their voices, for fear that I could overhear, and then there were bursts of laughter like silver bells.

I shook my head helplessly, God knows why girls can get together and become friends with a few words? Maybe they are born with the gene for gossip.

The sun was shining down, and I was so lazy that I simply stopped thinking about the headaches, put the family tree on my face, straightened my body, let the sleepiness occupy my brain, and then fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up again, the sun was already setting in the west. At some point, a thin blanket was placed on his body. At the small round table, Zeng Qian had already stopped what she was doing and was talking to Mei Yujun, who was sitting opposite, who was holding Xiao Zeng's textbook in her hand and listening very carefully.

Suddenly, I found that a small table had been set up under the grape trellis in the yard, and the aroma of the four plates of small fried fried fried dishes was wafting out of it.

Seeing that I was awake, the two of them stopped chatting and pulled me to sit down at the small table.

"Lao Chang, good luck, Yujun's cooking skills don't have to be said, you have a mouthful. Zeng Qian stuffed the dishes and chopsticks into my hand.

To be honest, Mei Yujun's cooking skills are also at a homely level, but I can eat it, the ingredients must have been bought by her at the nearby vegetable market when I fell asleep just now, fresh and in season. The dishes are arranged, and there is no need for wine. I had just come out of the house with a bottle of wine, but Zeng Qian stopped me.

"Xiao Zeng, what's the matter, guarding the wine for your family? I can't drink two taels?" I glared at her pretendedly.

"Lao Chang, I wish he would quit drinking, Lao Cao's drinking method will spoil his body sooner or later. I'm talking about you, I just looked at the mound mushroom you said, and I'm still a little worried. Zeng Qian took the wine bottle in my hand with a sad face.

"Old, this mound mushroom should be a kind of Jianshou Qing, it is a hallucinogen, but it can't kill people if you don't eat it, but I found that there is a net-like attachment on the stem of this mushroom, which does not belong to Jianshou Qing itself, I don't know where it came from. ”

"I think it's like this mushroom has another fungus parasitic on it, but there has never been a similar situation in the book before, I tested it, there is no toxin, but whether it will be harmful to the human body, I can't say, I recommend you don't try it." ”

"Xiao Zeng, this kind of mound mushroom was eaten by someone thousands of years ago, there is a detailed record in Tang Mingjian's book, Lu Panzi must be what they eat, these people are fine, I will not have a problem, and besides, isn't there a ready-made detoxification expert like you? Eat quickly, eat quickly, and work well after eating." ”

Seeing that I insisted, Zeng Qian didn't say anything, but just told me to eat more dishes, these dishes include alfalfa, amaranth, and bitter chrysanthemum all have the function of clearing heat and detoxifying, in case there is anything wrong with the mound mushroom, it can also start to work, besides, although it is Zeng Qian's guidance, Mei Yujun still ran a lot of places to find the ingredients, I don't eat more, I'm sorry for her busy work in the afternoon.

As a result, the meal became extremely strange, with two old girls sandwiching me in the middle, each staring at me with their own strange eyes, but rarely moving their chopsticks, and the atmosphere became more and more dreary as the night fell.

Barely finishing the meal, the three of us sat around on the couch in the living room.

Zeng Qian opened the suitcase, took out the small glass bottles one by one, and placed them on the coffee table, estimating that these were the antidotes she had prepared for emergencies, and at the same time spread a towel, on which two metal syringes flashed.

She poured two more cups of hot water, put them in her hand, took a deep breath, and placed the glass bottle in front of me, which had been cut into six or seven small pieces by her, and the size was so close that it should have been accurately weighed.

I took out a small iron box from my pocket, opened it, and put it on the table, inside were a few dark brown pills, Zeng Qian and Mei Yujun looked at me in surprise.

"Xiao Zeng, this is the Tranquility Pill, the genealogy records that after eating the mound mushroom, people will soon have huge hallucinations, and even enter a fugue state, but if you can't get out of that fugue all the time, I guess it's also a trouble, that's how the ancients said they went crazy. At that time, you will give me a calming pill that will help me regain my normal consciousness. I tried to speak as lightly as I could, but the moment I picked up the glass bottle, I was quickly overshadowed by an unknown fear.

Unscrewed the cap of the bottle, and the unique rancid smell of the mound mushroom immediately floated out, and Mei Yujun on the side immediately covered his mouth and nose and looked at Zeng Qian in horror.

I didn't have time to pay attention to their feelings, and although my hands were a little shaky, I used small tweezers to get a piece out of the glass bottle.

Luckily, the piece that happened to be the umbrella cover of the mound mushroom, the black dark lines on it, like an evil eye, glared at me, knowing that it was a natural pattern, but I still didn't want to look directly at it, gritted my teeth, no longer hesitated, and swallowed it in one gulp.

(The teaching of adults, if the form is in the shadow, the sound is in the sound, there is a question and respond, do what it wants, and match it for the world.) Everywhere is silent. There is no way to do it. You are suitable for recovery, scratching to swim for no reason, in and out of the side, and there is no beginning with the sun. Ode to the body, in line with the great harmony. Great harmony without self. Without self, evil is to be having. Those who see the haves are the gentlemen of the past, and those who see the none, the friends of heaven and earth. --Zhuangzi)