Over there, Cai Maofei suppressed his voice and said, "Brother, the hall director is speaking, I will reply to you later." Then he hung up.

Nishino put away his mobile phone, drove the car back to the large courtyard of the villa, got out of the car, sat on the stone table in the courtyard with Xiaoxiao, and asked Ah Ming to take him to see the poppies in the "ecological farm".

"Boss, you see, some of the more than 50 poppies are blooming and some are bearing fruit. The flowers are large and showy, with red, purple, and white, and open upwards. The flowers fall early, bearing spherical capsules, with small and numerous seeds. "The poppy, also known as the hero flower, is the raw material for making opium and the most beautiful flower in the world." ”

"Amin, what is the medicinal value of this poppy and fruit?" Xiaoxiao saw such a beautiful flower for the first time, but it was called the "flower of death", and she was very puzzled.

"Mr. Long, opium poppy and fruit are mainly raw materials for the production of raw opium, tablets, sea, heroin, morphine, and brown, which can be used as painkillers, sedatives and sleeping agents. In ancient Greece and Rome, it was highly valued by physicians. Ah Ming squatted down, picked up a blue poppy and fruit, held it in his hand, and crushed it.

"We don't seem to be the origin of the poppy in China, right?" Xiaoxiao kept taking pictures of uprooted poppies.

"That's right." Nishino took over, "The opium poppy is native to the mountainous regions of the eastern Mediterranean, Asia Minor, Egypt and other places. At the beginning of the Common Era, the opium poppy was introduced to ancient Egypt from Greece and the plains of Mesopotamia. In ancient Egypt, the poppy was known as the flower of the gods. ”

"Then why did Afghanistan, Iran, and the Golden Triangle in Asia become the producing areas of opium poppies?" Amin scratched his head.

"The opium poppy was introduced to Southeast Asia in the 7th century, and for a long time, Southeast Asians regarded the opium poppy as a medicinal plant rather than as a cash crop, so opium and flakes did not become widespread and endanger society.

It was not until the British colonizers occupied India, Burma and other countries that they frantically planted opium poppies on a large scale on the South Asian continent and the Indochina Peninsula. In 1624, opium was introduced to China, and there were opium and film smokers in China...... "Nishino still has a certain understanding of opium, especially the history of the Opium War.

"Boss, now Yuanxing is secretly planting poppies in the yard, why do outsiders know?" Amin asked.

"What's the accent of those fake cops?" Nishino walked and looked at the fish in the fish pond.

"Hong Kong Mandarin...... One of them spoke very bluntly, with a mustache under his nose and a gun pinned to his waist, looking fierce. Ah Ming tried his best to recall the situation at that time, "The police car they drove was a cheetah, and the license plate number was Police A00098. ”

"Let's go, let's go to the traffic police brigade to check the information of this car." Nishino said anxiously.

"Don't go, don't go. This police car is a deck and cannot be found. A monk in a robe came in with a Mercedes-Benz, and stopped in front of Nishino with a creak.

"Archmage, what advice do you have?" Nishino palms in one.

"Donor, you have lost yourself on the Red Dust Road. Amitabha. The mage got out of the car and walked to the stone table.

"Mage, what is self?" Xiaoxiao doesn't like the mystery of the monks, so she pretends to be profound. Obviously, my husband is good, his career is in full swing, and his family is harmonious and beautiful, where did he lose himself? Xiaoxiao really can't figure it out.

"The so-called self is nothing but an idea, which cannot be used as a material matter, and cannot be hoarded and preserved. The meaning of life is to show concern for others. Only when this is done can it have a permanent value, an ideal that is close to the teachings of Brahmanism and Buddhism in ancient India. Ancient Indian thinkers believed that the self was an illusion, and that what really existed in the human world was only a myriad of causal cycles. The master said slowly.

However, Confucianism holds that a person must be in constant contact with the outside world in order to be a member of society. Leaving the outside world, the individual is equivalent to a blank slate. In the middle of the contact, he may not only show selfishness, but also refrain from selfishness and refrain from benevolence, so as to have a benevolent heart and do the great things of the world. Long Xiaoxiao said, "China's Buddhism is no longer the original Buddhism of ancient India, to a large extent, it has been transformed by Confucianism and Taoism, integrated with Confucianism and Taoism elements, and has Chinese characteristics, haha." ”

"The female benefactor is really knowledgeable...... Taoist selflessness and selflessness tend to be forgetfulness on the basis of non-action. You're not you, you're still you. When your mind does not reach the height of self-forgetfulness, it will be full of desire, chasing for fame and profit, yin and yang cannot be coordinated, and you are no longer the original you. The Venerable Master closed his eyes and pinched the beads.

"Wow, mage, aren't you a tongue twister?" Nishino looked dazed.

"Let the donor laugh, the poor monk won't make tongue twisters." The archmage slowly took off his sunglasses, "Brother Nishino, do you still know me?" ”

"I don't know ......," Nishino was stunned.

Then the mage sat cross-legged on the stone bench, his body was slightly fat, the muscles on his face shook unnaturally and moved a few times, he laughed, like a Maitreya Buddha, "Brother, take a closer look." ”

Nishino looked at the master for a while, but he didn't recognize who the master was, and said with a smile: "I really can't remember, master." ”

"Brother, you are a noble person, how forgetful." The master smiled and took out a paper bag and a wine gourd from his satchel, put them on the stone table, opened the paper bag, and revealed a few chicken feet, a few chicken heads, as well as chicken farts and stocks, stretched out two hands, grabbed two chicken feet and gnawed them, and chatted while eating: "Brother, remember who I am, right?" ”

Xiye pointed to the big bag of chicken feet, chicken heads, chicken farts, and strands, and suddenly realized: "Liu San is idiot, Liu San eats-"

"Yay, yes! The poor road was changed to the holy land of Buddhism, and he went to Jinshan Temple to practice calligraphy and copy scriptures, so he called himself a poor monk. Liu Sanzhi took out a hardcover version of the "Diamond Sutra" again, "Brother, do you want to read it?" ”

"Thanks, I don't have time."

"This is the "Diamond Sutra" that I copied by myself, if you don't need money, I'll give it to you." Liu Sanzhi took out a signature pen, wrote his name on the title page of the book with a few clicks, and handed it to Nishino.

"Boy, you can do it, how long has it been in Jinshan Temple, calligraphy has advanced by leaps and bounds, is there a master to guide you?"

"Yes. I met a senior monk in the scripture copying room of Jinshan Temple, he is a master of the Black Mountain region, the Dharma name is Huiwu, and he has devoted himself to studying calligraphy and scriptures, killing two birds with one stone. ”

"Aha, what a coincidence. Master Huiwu was my history teacher in high school! Nishino exclaimed.

"I know, Master Huiwu often mentions you to me, saying that his most accomplished student is your brother."

"Master Liu, I'm a businessman, and I don't have any sense of accomplishment to speak of. It's not comparable to those government civil servants. ”

That's not true. Civil servants just stand aside, ordinary people get a salary of thousands of yuan a month, and a lifetime salary without eating or drinking, all of which add up to not enough for your car. ”

"Civil servants have a pension for insurance, but I don't have it."

"Five insurances and one housing fund are considered birds. Lao Tzu also worked as a civil servant for a few months, working from 9 to 5, with too many restrictions and not freedom, so I resigned and quit. Fortune telling, feng shui, how fast money comes, and when I have time, I can write poems or online articles, that's the life I like. ”

"Then why did you go to Jinshan Temple? Liu Sanzhi. ”

"Seeing through the red dust, the evening drum and morning bell of Jinshan Temple cleanse my soul, Buddhism is boundless, and the sea of suffering is boundless. Poor monks travel all over the world, purifying all sentient beings, wanting to persuade the world, accumulate goodness and become virtuous, and repay grievances with virtue. ”

"Master Liu, do you have a past life or an afterlife?" Nishino asked.

Liu Sanzhi put down the chicken feet that he hadn't eaten, and was silent for a while before pinching his fingers and counting, and then said something that seemed to be understood: "How many dreams are floating, and how many people know, after decades of poverty, the hatred cannot be chased." The hometown leaves are gone, and the ghosts have been urged. The pine nuts fall on the mountains, and the cold wind is chaotic. Depression in the world, flowers and red dust. The night frost and wind rose, and Lu Leng ...... tears"

"Master, why are you so emotional?" Nishino seemed to be very sad when he saw Liu Sanzhi.

"I have no regrets about escaping into the empty door. If I want to be vulgar one day, I can still do it. ”

"You can't let go of someone, can you?"

"I don't have to worry about it, I am alone. The poor monk met a Dongying woman on the Hongchen Road, and when he wanted to let go, he often ......"

"Dad, what are you talking about with this monk?" Seajet pulled Westminster and happily ran over to the stone table.

"Dad and this uncle are talking about Buddhism...... WestJet, Westminster, call the masters. Nishino said, holding the hands of the two children.

"Hello Uncle Master!" The two little ones bowed to Liu Sanzhi with milky voices.

"Hello kids." Liu Sanzhi smiled and greeted Westminster. He looked at it fixedly, and immediately clasped his hands together: "Good, good, Hua Loubai and Cai Lina are here, and the past life of these two children is ......"

"Master, you haven't looked dazzled...... " Hearing this, he was deeply disturbed, and interrupted Liu San's words, "WestJet, take my brother to play elsewhere." ”

"yes, okay." WestJet took Westminster to catch butterflies from the flowers, "Mom, goodbye-"

When the child was far away, Liu Sanzhi took off a string of Buddhist beads hanging around his neck and hung it on the tree. One of the beads is transparent and crystal clear. Then Liu Sanzhi rubbed his hand on it a few times, and after a while, the Buddha beads shone brightly.

"The poor monk is dazzled, please take a look at the two donors...... This is called the past and present life. Liu Sanzhi said.

"Master, your beads have a video on them, they can't be high-tech products, right?" Nishino laughed.

"Where, where. This is not an ordinary Buddha bead, and only those who are destined to see such a mirror image can be seen. Liu San replied, "Amitabha." ”

On the Buddha beads, there was a scene where Hua Lou shot at Cai Lina with a gun, and Hua Lou fell to the ground, not dead. The image became clearer and clearer, and Nishino helped Cai Lina to walk slowly towards the gate of the villa.

"Husband, the one with the gun is really Hua Loubai, there's nothing wrong with it." Xiaoxiao pointed to the Buddha beads and said, "You're there too, the woman in white is Linna-"