At the end of the ninety-fifth year, after separating from me and Ah Chao, his life took a sharp turn for the worse and was irreversible. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info first, his two books did not get the book number, was shot by the publishing house, but the remuneration was paid first, and the hand became nervous, and then, because of the copyright of a book, he was sued by the original author, Lao Hao took the manuscript, how did he think that the writer was plagiarized, the incident happened, the writer ran away, and Lao Hao lost a huge amount of money in vain. After that, there was a fire in the backyard of the house, a bunch of things were mixed together, Lao Hao was seriously ill, and he couldn't get out of bed for more than a month, so he was sent to the hospital for an examination, and the lung cancer was fortunately found early and did not spread. But at this time, how could the embattled old Hao have the money to treat his illness? When all his thoughts were lost, he thought that when he had money in hand, he often donated some merits to a small temple on Wutai Mountain, so he wrote a letter to the old presiding officer of the temple, saying that he looked down on the mortal world and wanted to go to the temple to practice. I didn't report much hope, but I didn't think about it, but the old host quickly replied, saying that he had a deep Buddhist relationship and invited him to go to Wutai Mountain in Shanxi to talk about it. In this narrative, Lao Hao stayed in the temple for almost ten years, and his name changed quietly. He looked down on the world, practiced seriously, had a good cultural foundation, and studied Buddhist scriptures when he had nothing to do, but gradually became a little famous, and was respected by his colleagues on the mountain, and even his illness slowly improved. The old host was also very pleased to look at it, not only carefully guided, but also handed over the small temple to Lao Hao when he passed away two years ago.

The world is impermanent, and seeing Lao Hao talk about his ten years plainly, I vaguely feel that things are not as simple as he said. At that time, in the Beijing bookstore circle, the name of the second-hand poet was very loud, because a few books were not going well, he went up the mountain to cultivate, and did not read everything, which was a lot of courage. In the past ten years, his spirit has been much stronger than before, and if he doesn't see a doctor or take medicine, he can get better from cancer, so how can the hospital make money?

Seeing me mention this, Lao Hao became solemn, and a pair of eyes began to stare at me again. After a long pause, he opened his mouth and asked me, is this matter of burying Xiangrui my idea? I nodded, but suddenly I felt that what I didn't want to say in my heart rushed to my mouth, and I couldn't stop it. took He Liuzong's can, the daydream caused by the jar, went to Beijing and met the translucent mirror, the sea eye well in the mirror, and even the tank touched Jin and said, "Aren't you dead?" also told Lao Hao. There are fiction and reality, experiences, and dreams, and even their own guesses are unreserved. Lao Hao listened attentively, but he always looked at me directly, as if he wanted to distinguish something from me. Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed my wrist, turned over his palm and looked carefully, I subconsciously struggled, but my wrist seemed to be a thousand pounds of strength, and it didn't move. I simply gave up and waited for Lao Hao to see something.

Lao Hao returned to his seat and sat down, no longer staring at me, but sighed, as if he was sorting out his thoughts, I was nervous, I didn't dare to ask again, waiting for him to speak. Lao Hao took a sip of tea and said slowly, "Xiaojie, in fact, you know more about Jinnan than me, and you think about it deeply, but there is one thing you ignore. If there is really a Xuanmen, and the Xuanmen can change the fortune of the emperor, then it makes sense to keep this secret and crack this secret, but if the Xuanmen and Haiyanjing have long lost their original role, then what can you do if you go to explore it? If you have it in your heart, you can't let it go, and you are affected by it everywhere, I don't have it in my heart, what is the total thing seems simple, and the solution is simpler. "Master Jingxian's words are in my fog, but they seem to make sense, and it is difficult to refute, so I have to wait for his next words.

"Xiaojie, in the past ten years in Wutai Mountain, the first five years have been studying Buddhist scriptures, and the last five years have been reading the scriptures of various families. Buddha Yun, Mengtong III, the past life, the present life, and the future life are all cultivation. When I was young, I also watched Freud, Jung and other Western psychologists study dreams, and today it seems that the wisdom of the East is far ahead of it. There is a branch of tantra that uses dream cultivation as the way to enter the path, integrating the wisdom of the three worlds. And Fang Waishi cultivates more in this way, Yin Zhengping, Guo Pu is like this, the five surnames of Wuzhu you said, I have heard more or less before, but you don't know that one of the five surnames is the master of the dream. "Indeed, Liu divides yin and yang, Emperor Jia Zhang, Fang's funeral, Zhao Sitianxiang, and Chang Jiatong ghosts. There is no function of interpreting dreams in it, but if there is, it is more likely that Jia and Chang are two, after all, a large part of imperial art is divination, and the occurrence of anomalies often requires the passage of ghosts. "But Jia, Chang two?" I couldn't wait to ask.

Lao Hao shook his head and told me that it was actually the Fang family. Of course, Lao Hao also listened to the master talk about it, and it must be true, but a thin face with a small black beard immediately appeared in front of my eyes. Fang Mojin is the heir of the Fang family surnamed Wuzhu, so a lot of things make sense, so when I drank a lot of wine with him in the Guozijian restaurant that year, many of what he said were reserved. Of course, it could also be a coincidence, although I don't believe it much.

"Tantric dream cultivation, including the cultivation of various sects of magic, is a way to cultivate the mind, in this way to enter other people's dreams, I have never heard of it, you said that what Lao Xu told you may be the future of the three worlds of Mengtong in Buddhism, which is a kind of foreknowledge. So he felt very strange, like someone else's dream. Of course, there is another possibility...... "When Lao Hao said this, he didn't look like a master of tranquility, but like Lao Hao in the courtyard of Sweet Water Garden many years ago." I didn't feel like I straightened up and listened carefully to his guesses.

"Entering other people's dreams, in addition to one's own cultivation, I am afraid that you also need a place, similar to Haiyan Well, Xuanmen and the like, which can produce changes in time, and at the same time have huge energy to make it possible, just like the light and sound heaven said in the Buddhist scriptures, of course, I have not been to these places, but Chang Ye, Lao Xu should have experienced such a place. Lao Hao paused again, and reminded me very solemnly, "Xiaojie, you must make progress in a hundred feet, and don't hide in the empty glasses." Although your heart is open, and it is difficult for a hundred ghosts to get close, but you are obsessed with the affairs of the Xuanmen, I am afraid that there will be a disaster in the end, listen to my advice, if you don't want to ask for it, you will be fine. You said that at that time, strange things started from Shijie, maybe he was wrong, although Shijie's kid usually didn't have a positive shape, but his nature was not bad, and he also had aura, in short, everything you saw in the world was your own opinion, and what you encountered was the cause and effect of your own cultivation, when to comprehend, when to see it"

At this moment, Mr. He Liu's phone called, telling me that the golden toad had been found, and it was buried on the edge of the pit, and his head was exposed a little, so why didn't he find it that day? Let me ask the monk, can you still do the matter of digging auspicious rui? I handed the phone to Lao Hao, and the moment Lao Hao answered the phone, he became a master of quiet leisure, and said unhurriedly: "Mr. He, when you are just attentive, you just don't use it intentionally, you don't use it intentionally, you don't use it intentionally, and you don't use it often." Jin Toad appeared, it was God's will, if you want to do it, I will do it, it doesn't matter sooner or later, the karma is not complete. As for the mouth of the world, it doesn't matter, I will do a Dharma first, open the light of ninety-nine eighty-one little golden toad, the distinguished guests come, the freedom He always invited, keep the peace. After the house was sold, Mr. He invited him to go to the small temple to receive some incense for the owner, which is also a merit. Hearing this, I couldn't help but raise my finger to Lao Hao and exclaimed, in terms of marketing, monks are the ancestors. After answering He Liuzong's call, Master Jing Xian smiled at me, "Buddhism is pure, mundane things often come by themselves, and things don't matter at the moment, but Xiaojie, you are a little troublesome, just now I saw your palm prints, blood stasis and qi stagnation, heart fire with vision, heart cultivation is called karma, self-cultivation is called going mad, the most troublesome thing is that the fate is separated, and it will be changed repeatedly" Hearing these from Lao Hao's mouth, I didn't have a sense of fear, but wanted to laugh, Lao Hao He no matter what he was wearing, in my eyes he was still a second-hand poet of "Yellow Dog Sorrow White Sun". "Please Master Jing Xian cross me, do you have any medicine there?" blurted out a sentence, and Lao Hao also laughed out loud. "You, if you don't have a south wall, you have to build a wall by yourself, and you can play by yourself, sooner or later, when you cry, it's not too late to find Master Jingxian then. “

Send Lao Hao away, I will relax for a while, at least Mr. He Liu has a quiet master here, and there should be no big problem. The next day, seeing the media is my strength, from the source of the God of Wealth culture, to the diversion of the God of Literature and Wealth, the God of Martial Wealth, from the origin of the Toad Palace, to the rise of the Chinese culture of respecting the Toad, and with the three-headed tomb beast representing the three auspicious beasts of the past life, the present life, and the future, and then deriving the integration of Tibetan Buddhism and local religion in the Tang Dynasty. In short, Jinnan is worthy of the birthplace of China's God of Wealth, and has been blessed by the gods since ancient times. sprinkled for an hour, and the reporters in the audience slept like a spring breeze. Immediately afterwards, Master Jingxian opened the altar to pray for blessings, and he sat on a temporary high platform next to the big pit at the construction site, and the four disciples behind him stood solemnly and chanted silently. Suddenly, the clouds overhead slowly dispersed, and the sunlight that had not been seen for a day was projected down, hitting the robe of the master of quiet leisure, and the golden light was shining, making it impossible to look directly. Suddenly, there was a commotion in the crowd, many people said that they saw a circle of five-colored auspicious light on the big pit, although I didn't see it, but at that moment, the awe in my heart arose, although I couldn't hear what he was chanting, but I was sure that the person sitting on the stage must not be Lao Hao. The ceremony time was not long, surrounded by several leaders, Master Jing Xian left the venue, and Mr. Cui of the advertising company immediately became busy, and every reporter invited a small golden toad to enlarge the envelope, and He Liuzong cut the ribbon and surrounded the flashing lights, and the media briefing meeting was considered to be over. In the evening, there was another feast, but I didn't have much thought, I was always thinking about whether to go to Taiyuan to talk to Shijie, and I couldn't make up my mind for a while. Master Jing Xian would not attend this kind of banquet, and He Liu always told me that after cutting the ribbon, the master would go back to Wutai Mountain, and asked him to bring an envelope to me.

I took the envelope handed by Mr. He Liu, opened it and saw that it was 2,000 yuan and a letter, in addition to thanking me for my help back then, it was a sentence: Ten generations of ancient and modern, always never departed from the mind, boundless realm, from him is not separated by the slightest.