The sky was clear and clear, the streets were full of traffic, all kinds of vendors shouted on the roadside, noble ladies rode slowly through the streets in soft sedan chairs, and the messengers of the government patrolled the streets leisurely, occasionally dotted with a few strange costumes, some of whom they knew but some of whom they had never seen. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At the fork in this bustling street, there was a strange figure curled up, his clothes hanging on his body one by one, the black one was low and there was no other color, which was incompatible with the bustling of this street, and no one knew how he sneaked into this place of etiquette.

When I woke up, I looked like a beggar; Although Ben Gongzi can't remember what it is, but it's definitely not so despicable, so faceless, according to the remaining memories, it should be a powerful existence, at least it's a demon, and now it's so miserable, this God is too heartless. Beggars are not uncommon, they are often dismissive, but now they are beggars themselves; I don't know where to show off in the past? After all this time, the worn-out bowl is still empty. I don't know where the red ticket I threw in the past is! Although it's just showing off in front of beautiful women, it's also a real big ticket. And now the broken bowl has its mouth open, and it is hungry, but no one gives it money.

Antique buildings, girls in ancient costumes, men in ancient costumes, and officials in ancient costumes.

A group of young boys walked past him. "Little brother, what poetry did your teacher teach you today?" "I remember how wonderful that poetry was. Brother, I'll read it to you: Qingqing Zijin, relax my heart. Even if I don't go, Zining won't make a sound? Qingqingzi Pei, I think about it. Even if I don't go, Zining won't come? Picky and embarrassed, in the city. Not seen for a day, like March. ……”

"Isn't that the Book of Songs?" "That's it. I like this sentence the most: Qingqingzi Pei, I think slowly. Even if I don't go, Zining won't come? ”……

"Qingqingzi Pei, I think about it. It was a sentence where a girl missed her lover. Of course he knew what it meant, but it was very relevant to him.

"My name is Zipei." He suddenly understood, but he was still hesitating, is my name Zipei? Hehe, I seem to have forgotten a lot of things......

Shouldn't this be the scene of the filming of a costume drama?

Where's the camera? And where did the director hide? The sun is not big, and these staff are too unethical. I only know how to be lazy every day.

In front of the man lay a bowl with half an open mouth, and it had been shriveling like that all day, when suddenly there was a soft sound, a jingle, and a lonely copper plate fell to the bottom of the bowl.

Useless! It's copper coins, not nickel coins, and you can't buy anything.

The man shook his head and thought to himself, people are very immoral now.

A drop of water dripped into the sea again, and at the bottom of the bowl lay a copper coin, still useless. These people are also very stingy, don't play me if you don't give money.

The beautiful woman walked over and threw a glance from afar, full of disgust and spit.

Thinking about my young master, I can have as many women as I want, but now I have the eyes of those beautiful women, and even those ugly women don't want to look at me. Cups!

More than half a day passed, and people were exhausted and confused.

The shriveled bowl still had its chapped mouth open, and a few useless copper coins lay quietly at the bottom.

The sun is not hot, it is on the skin, and this layer of armor is like wearing a thick layer of clothing, and it does not feel cold.

Hungry! Hungry! The stomach was churning, only the water was stirring, gurgling; The intestines are also peristalsis ineffectively.

The arm is weak and unable to lift up; I didn't even have the strength to shake my legs, and I was delusional when I stood up.

Only the mind is still clear, and the mind has been oppressed by hunger, and it has also ceased business.

He cowered feebly at the corner of the street, staring blankly and blankly ahead; My stomach was so hungry that I couldn't even sleep.

One hand is lying on his stomach, shaking and shaking, and he crawls forward weakly, sometimes resting and gathering strength; Suddenly the middle finger lunged forward, and the soft and hard thing was caught by the middle finger. The middle finger was excited when he saw this trophy, and suddenly shrank again, and the thing came to his mouth. When you chew this thing, it will be bitter in your mouth, but over time, the sweetness will come to your heart.

Fortunately, he is still alive now, and even more fortunately, his stomach is filled with food again.

When the lazy patrol officer had just woken up from his slumber, although it was nearly noon, the day began with the first and last patrol of the day. This area is a rich area, and no beggars dare to come here to beg.

Such a dying beggar was soon discovered by the officer in charge of patrolling the streets, and this beggar was really a thief.

The thin one among the servants finally seized a perfect opportunity to show himself today, and it was a no-brainer to deal with such a dying beggar.

The diminutive man immediately walked up and kicked it over.

The beggar was lying dead on the ground, oblivious to their actions. This is an act of obvious provocation.

"Get up! Get up! Get up! ”

The thunderous voice of the servant didn't seem to wake him up.

This is not normal. The officials had another thought, was this beggar dead?

An older servant seemed to be a little sympathetic, and probed the beggar's snort with his hand: "This man's snort is strong, and he looks hungry; It's just that he hasn't woken up yet, it's strange! ”

Hearing this, the official exerted his strength and kicked him several times in a row.

He suddenly jumped up from the ground, and shot the official with a fist, "His grandmother's, you are looking for death!" Lao Tzu's beauty was snatched away by you! ”

It turned out that this beggar was dreaming of yellow sorghum, and maybe he was still in the mandarin duck playing in the water, how could he withstand such a rough interference, and was dragged back from the gentle township by this servant.

The servant did not expect him to fight back, and the force of his fist hit the thin body of the little servant thickly, but this strength was reserved, apparently because the beggar was weak and overwhelmed.

When the official received this blow, his chest felt extremely uncomfortable, and he only felt that every meridian of his internal organs had been taken out, burned, and hammered, and he felt a hard pain in his heart, and he spit out a mouthful of blood in his mouth without holding back his breath. The man fell backwards in waves, and fell on all fours.

He didn't seem to care about what he saw and fell back into a deep sleep, as if he still wanted to pursue the prosperity and wealth that had passed.

This non-contemplation is a living provocation to them, and it is unforgivable.

No one should be allowed to challenge their authority. Punish these ignorant challengers.

But they hesitated and put him in a cell, which was too cheap for him; The prison was simply his paradise, and even if he ate the scraps every day, it was undoubtedly the cheapest hotel without spending a child. He dreamed!

"Hey, hey, hey—" They sneered, easy to do, first beat him half to death, and then threw him into that mass grave, would he still be alive?

They started to do it, and it was up and down, without mercy.

He gradually became a little conscious, woke up, and went to look for beautiful women again, just like begging for a fish.

Does it have to be so real to make a film? It's still solid, and there is no moisture at all.

He felt depressed and irritable. They really got their hands dirty, and after a while, their bodies were blue and purple. And they still don't care about those fatal parts, and beat them to death.

He suddenly shouted, "Stop! ”

They did not stop because of his "stop", but became more and more vicious.

The tiger is not powerful when I am a sick cat. His grandmother's, he slammed up from the ground, and with a single swing swept several of their servants to the ground.

They lay on the ground moaning and could no longer get up, they definitely had someone hurt. ……

In Chang'an in early summer, the night was still very cold, and the beggar was now curled up in a dilapidated house, and the street could not accommodate him, so he had to live in this room.

The windows on all sides of the house were open, and the wind was blowing in.

And this house is just one of the dilapidated compounds, and as soon as this courtyard enters, it feels a sense of majesty and force.

At first glance, I don't see much of the doorway. If you look closely, you will know that the houses in the entire courtyard are built according to the pattern of Fuxi gossip. According to the layout of this house, the middle hall is the largest, which is the Qiangua in the gossip, and the Qiangua is the most righteous or magnificent place. There are eight rooms in the whole courtyard, if you look down from the air, it looks like the Fuxi Bagua Array, and each hexagram is built according to the appearance of Yin and Yang. Each hexagram is separated by a clear channel. And in the middle of the gossip is a large garden, in which various flowers are planted, which can basically reach the four seasons of flowers.

In the middle, two positions were deliberately reserved for the town house. Either it is a pair of lions with tigers and tigers, or a pair of legendary beasts and unicorns. And these two locations are the feng shui eyes of this house.

Walking in from the main entrance, a natural heaven and earth negation hexagram is presented in front of you, in front of you is the Qiangua, and directly opposite is the Kun hexagram. The meaning of this hexagram is whether it is a bandit or not, which is not conducive to the gentleman's chastity; Big and small. A big and small sentence, its meaning is exactly what it means. And a pair of lions or unicorns in front of the door, like a yin line. And the sixth day of the first month of the yin, pull out the maoru, with its sink; Jung-gil, hyung. The difficult process of the master's growth is vividly on the page. Yin Yao 62, Bao Cheng, villain Ji, adult no, Heng. The master's defeat has been revealed, which is good for the villain and not good for the gentleman. Yin Yao 63, shame. The master is becoming more and more difficult, and he has reached a low point in his life, and it only depends on whether the master can hold on to the final victory.

This hexagram can be either a bad or an auspicious one. Just look at how to get around. This is the essence of the thousands of experiences in the world: wealth and danger are sought, opportunities and challenges coexist. We must be calm, endure humiliation, not greedy for small profits, and not be able to speak with our tongues, so as to achieve a good beginning and a good end.

And now, the feng shui is all destroyed, and the eyes of the feng shui are empty, just like the hollow eye sockets of the skeleton, which is terrifying.

Where is the lion? Where does the unicorn fly again?

And where is the trace of such a family now?

With such an arrogant layout, such a piece of heaven and earth can withstand such a sacred Fuxi Divine Disk?

And this negation is even more bizarre, as it seems to lead the master to a place of no return.

The master should know the true meaning of this negation, and all this is not unsolvable, as long as the Qiangua and Kun hexagram are truncated, then the negation will naturally not exist. The master of this method of cracking should know!

Lying in the middle of the big house, looking around at the pattern of the past, imagining the former glory and glory of the owner of this house.

This master must have been a prince and general when he was alive, a heavy minister of the humerus, and he should be a powerful and powerful man; Thousands of servants, groups of wives and concubines, all responded to the call, ascended to the heights and were mighty; The high walls and strict guards sealed these pavilions and pavilions, the red silk of the flower pavilion, the boudoir book club, the spring night Luo tent, and the wind and snow in this paradise land, the land of wealth and gentleness. Flowers and willow green, pearls and jade, and thin waist skirts are dotted in every room in this compound.

He is good at splendid articles, works in officialdom mediation, and is proficient in gossip numerology and home feng shui; As the main hall, Qiangua ordered people to carve two tigers with their heads held high as the treasure of the town's house, the dragon soars and the tiger leaps, and it is magnificent.

Glory and wealth are like the flame that beats in the distance, flashing and flashing, dazzling, but not everyone can catch its glittering brilliance, as long as a strong wind blows, maybe in an instant, it will be extinguished.

There are unpredictable circumstances in the sky, and people have good and bad luck. In the blink of an eye, the tree fell and scattered, and today Lane broke off his love, and his soul broke off on the bridge in his sleep, and he was separated from life and death by the pillow.

The wealth and glory of the past melted into the last tears of this master, and the cloudy gaze froze in the remnants of life.

In the past, the young lady was looking forward to being displaced, but now she is either a slave or a maid, or she is living in the smoke alley, and she has been reduced to dust. In the past, the sons were arrogant and arrogant, and today they are either killed or exiled to the frontier, how can their weak bodies withstand the heavy blows and the torture of the servants along the way, and they have not yet reached the bitter cold land, and they have fallen one after another.

Glory and wealth are always dreams, and the Purple Python Wat Hall is always empty; The day before yesterday, like the owner of this courtyard, there were groups of wives and concubines, rich and rich. Today, he is in this misty time, in the vast sea of people. Who is embarrassed by this prospect!

It can be said that life is so confusing and confusing.

In the middle of the night, Rubing was awakened by a fairy music, in the haze he opened his heavy eyes, in a curtain of fog he seemed to see a few fairies dancing, he still felt hungry and unbearable, he didn't want to open those heavy eyes just closed to enjoy this graceful dance.

Listening carefully, he felt more of a cold wind, few fallen leaves, and a whimpering and crying sound in the middle of the sound.

This music is clearly the sound of hell, where does the fairy music come from?

Passing on the generations of dancing, drunk pillow willow lane; The girl looks and dances; The literary idiot is embarrassed, and the gurgling is sad; The soldiers are in control, and the soul is dead.

The sound seemed to come from the ground, as if it were under his feet, and it was not only the sound of hell but also the trembling of his own fear; In this floating and poignant song, there is a ghostly outpouring, and a stream of resentment and coldness from the ground.

This poem was originally to depict the glorious past of the master, but it was sung back into a mournful voice by these female ghosts. Glory and decline are just different in the theme of the story, just like life and death, just a plain story in the details are different, why must the glory be performed at a bright pace, and why can't the decline be easily obsessed? Glory is only the foreshadowing and root cause of the decline of the future, and the decline is the inevitable and tragic death of being framed and killed in the future.

He felt very curious, wanted to open his eyes to take a closer look at the female ghost in the room, what made him feel incredible was that the female ghost was in front of him, the long blood-colored tongue stretched out of his mouth and licked Ru Bing's face, Ru Bing felt that his face was suddenly cold and sticky with a layer of sticky, there was a fishy smell, and suddenly he saw everything he had never expected, Ru Bing was also suddenly startled, his palms were cold, his body was stiff, his eyes were dull, his thinking was blocked, his pupils were dilated, his throat was blocked, and he had a myocardial infarction, "You-you-, ghost!" —"He seemed to feel like he was shouting loudly, but in fact his throat did not spit out a syllable at all, and his whole body was paralyzed on the ground, and his legs were so weak that it was difficult for him to stand; Rubing was paralyzed, short of breath, fantasizing about fleeing the scene only to complain, and could only escape the scene in an illusion, his eyes were dim, and he suddenly thought that he could only return to the past life of brocade clothes and jade food when he was a little more settled, and a glimmer of hope in his heart was born on the edge of death, but at this time he felt like a fish in his throat, breathing was difficult, and his heart was in a hurry, and the thick phlegm that had been collected in his throat for a long time sprayed out, breaking free from fear. Unexpectedly, the foul smell of filth shot into the long tongue of the ghost, and it was less than a finger away from the mouth of the female ghost. The female ghost couldn't stand the stench and vomited, blurting out: "You're a bastard!" ”

This sentence is like a blood-invigorating elixir, opening up the meridians of Rubing's body, and in an instant, Rubing seems to feel that she has returned to the world, thinking, "How can there be a ghost in this world, just scare yourself." The female ghost lost her temper and drifted away.

However, this ghost dance did not end, at this time Rubing felt a little happy, but he was a little dissatisfied. He thought that if these female ghosts were changed into normal dance costumes, and this song was replaced with normal dance music, this would undoubtedly be a different kind of style, and he would undoubtedly be the emperor in this small square circle.

Ecstasy at night, a few light shadows, back to the dream of the remnant alley. Cherish the infatuation of the spring night, and do not smell the same, perched in Willow Lane. Gou is rich and noble, and the purple python wat is full of not forgetful, like a flower has been buried. The waves are all over the wind and dust, and the concubine is with her, and she is like a dragon.

Wen Si is absolute, Tianwen Nagato does not let him, and Zuo Si is sluggish and difficult to run. Li Si's small seal can be a Confucian victory, and later generations of famous artists imitate it. You don't see, Luo Shenfu, only know the three unique gods, and the eternal Mianchang. Sigh and Lian Po, the country is enclosed, and it may be difficult to sing in the twilight. ("Touching the Fish? The Twilight of Famous Ministers

This dance music is still so sad, this word is desolate and frosty, most of the first half of this word and the second half of the word are singing praises to the master's great achievements, and it is also a backsong, his merit is his fault, his talent is the root of the tragedy, and the last sentence is the theme of this word.

sang to the emotional place, only to see a whimpering sound like thunder and wind; They seem to have forgotten that they are ghosts and not people, and who thinks of them now?

There is a time when the song of hell ends.

"Let's row the river and rule!" Rubing picked up the wooden stick from nowhere and drew a line on the lawn, and the Chu River Han Realm was thus titrated.

"In the future, you sing your song, I sleep with the water of my well and do not interfere with the river water, and I will not get along with each other when I am old and dead." That's what Rubing decided in her heart.

It's just that there is a low voice over there discussing: "Why is he not afraid of ghosts?" ”

"He is a beggar who has nothing, a cheap life, and death is a relief, and he is not afraid of anything. And the little sister is too merciful to divulge our secrets, otherwise he would have been driven away by us a long time ago. Ay! Thousands of calculations are not as good as this. ”

But the other beggars are afraid of them, but this son is not afraid? Why? They definitely discussed it, but Rubing was already asleep and couldn't hear it.

When a round of red sun is gently held up by the horizon again, Rubing has long been waiting next to the downtown area; He couldn't tell the difference between reality and dreams at all, why did he become a beggar when he was rich and well-fed, this is definitely not reality; Pinching his arm hard but feeling the pain in his heart is definitely not a dream. The disdainful gaze of the pedestrians on the side of the road, the ceremonial barking of a puppy, and the staggering of themselves through the street with heavy footsteps, this is definitely not reality. Trying his best to search for familiar things, the stiff faces are unfamiliar from the outside, the various colors of clothing, especially the hairpins of various colors with various patterns on the women's heads, can only be seen in costume plays, and the various signboards erected on both sides of the street, the words on the signboards are as lazy and lengthy as those of a person who has just gotten up, but I don't know a single one. It's definitely a dream.

He wanted to ask what was going on, but no one paid any attention to him, and everyone avoided him, and the angry eyes, the contemptuous attitudes, extinguished his enthusiasm from the soles of his feet.

Everything is possible, and among all possibilities, Rubing realized that God had played the biggest joke on him, that is, to reincarnate him as a beggar, a person at the bottom who was trampled on by thousands of people, and even the most basic human dignity of a person was trampled into the mud by thousands of people.

But isn't it rumored that when you are reincarnated, you have to cross the Nai River Bridge and drink Meng Po soup? In this way, you can forget your past life. But I remember my last life clearly, isn't this humiliating and torturing myself?

This is not fair, why should I have to endure the joys, sorrows and sorrows of two lives in this life? Why do you have to bear the burden of the experience and process of the two of you? Why is it that in my heart there is both nobility and humility, and even more so why is nobility growing in humble soil? Why is it that in my heart there is both goodness and cruelty, and goodness has to take root in a cruel state of mind?

It's not fair, why do I have to be above this one in my last life? In the last life, I had limited arm strength, but in this life, I was born in troubled times and violence was rampant, and I used my limited arm strength in the last life to bear the bloodshed of this cold weapon era?

If it's reincarnation, that's too much unfair, but what if it's a crossing? Rubing is speechless! It's crossing, that is, it's innocent.

God is merciful, so why is he so himself?

God is fair, why is he so indifferent to himself?

God is just, so why should he despise himself?

There is only one explanation, that I was forsaken by God.

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