Early the next morning, Zhuang Sheng waited at the door of the clinic early, wearing a long gray-black gown, his face was a little haggard than yesterday, he should have insomnia at night, but his spirit seemed to be better, he listened attentively to the slogans on the street, and his face turned red after a while.

Chen Yan also heard the slogans and other noises from the high-pitched student march on the street, he thought, this patient may be earlier than the students, seeing him, Chen Yan became excited, temporarily forgot the trouble of confronting his daughter last night, he thought, I save the patient's life, it is a real life, you shout slogans all day long, you can take the life of the country?

Ono opened the door, Chen Yan welcomed him in, and Zhuang Sheng asked directly, "Is there a medicine that can make me sleep?" I don't want to wake up, but I don't want to die either. ”

Chen Yan is convinced that he has developed a sense of escapism, and that the hard life and the fatalism he has always believed in have taken a heavy toll on his body and mind. Chen Yan is a representative of the new medicine, he has his own creed, and firmly believes that all the suffering in the world is caused by his own causes or circumstances, and there is no such thing as a predestined fate.

"No, where is this medicine in this world, but although there is no medicine, I have the means, you come with me, we still continue to dream." Chen Yan led him out of the office, leaving Ono to stay here to receive ordinary guests.

In this turbulent era, the hospital received more disabled and sick people, for such a new psychology in China, few people know, but the situation of broken mountains and rivers and the lack of livelihood of the people forced many people to the point of despair, in order to seek inner liberation, beyond the pain of the world, they passively avoided the world, and sought drug anesthesia.

"But no matter how beautiful dreams are, they always wake up, don't they?" Zhuang Sheng asked eagerly.

"Yes, but when you become a healthy person, you don't want to sink into dreams forever."

Zhuang Sheng couldn't feel this feeling, and he still followed Chen Yan.

The treatment room is located in the depths of the hospital, not disturbed by the noisy sound of the outside world, and the space is small, the light is dim, when you open the door, you can see the clock hanging on the wall opposite the door three or four times larger than the face plate "click, click" sound, under the hanging bell is placed on the ground opposite the recliner, and there is a table next to it, on which there are water bottles, medicine boxes and other things.

Chen Yan poured him a glass of warm water and let him take a little tranquilizer, Chen Yan closed the door, the room became dark, he sat on a chair with his back against the wall, took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, half-closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then slowly spit it out, immediately showing fatigue, as if sleepy. Zhuang Sheng looked at him and was sleepy, and looked at the lamp again, the light was faint, and he could look directly, Zhuang lay on the chair and felt that the light in front of him was getting weaker and weaker, and the sound of the hanging bell "click, click, click" rose and fell with the heartbeat, and it became slower and weaker.

"Turn off the lights and go to sleep." Chen Yan pressed the switch, Zhuang Sheng closed his eyes, and there was immediately darkness in front of him, and he fell asleep suddenly.

Suddenly, he felt dizzy, and opened his eyes suddenly, and his eyes were open and clear.

"Where are you? What do you see? Chen Yan asked.

"An ancient temple."

Chen Yan thought for a moment and guided him to say, "Go ahead, and you will see a Zen master. ”

Zhuang Sheng saw that this ancient temple was located on the top of the mountain, faintly flashing with the light of the Buddha, and on the way up the mountain, there was only a steep stone step close to the cliff, and on the other side was a cliff, and the distance was blurry and unrecognizable.

The more Zhuang Sheng walked forward, the lighter he felt, and the more pleasant he became, when he suddenly took off into the air and was carried up the mountain by a cloud.

When the shock is not fixed, Zhuang Sheng has arrived in front of the mountain gate, the temple door is wide open, Zhuang Sheng looks at the eyes and sees the majestic and majestic Daxiong Treasure Hall, there is a huge statue in the treasure hall, such as the Buddha to be worshipped by everyone, the incense is very prosperous. Zhuang Sheng stepped into the mountain gate, and saw that the four side halls were separated on both sides of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and the people who came and went to worship were also endless.

"Donor, do you have anything to ask for?" A Zen master really came out of the inner hall and asked Zhuang Sheng.

Zhuang Sheng returned the salute and said, "The disciple is lonely, I am afraid that the destiny of heaven is like this, please ask the Zen master to cross me." ”

The Zen master pointed to the people in the hall and replied with a smile: "They are all asking the Buddha to cross the water, but they are just a piece of incense, a candle and a kowtow." ”

"My calamity is a great calamity, different from everyone else, and I ask the Zen master to be sure." Zhuang Sheng knelt down and bowed.

The Zen master invited him into the inner sanctum and asked, "What is the birthday of the benefactor?" ”

"October 27."

"How old?"

"Forty-two"

"What year is it?" The Zen master asked.

"Twenty-one years of the Republic of China"

"Where do you live?" The Zen master asked again.

"Scissors Alley, East, Shop 15."

The Zen master nodded and said, "Donor, please go to the main hall to burn incense and worship the Buddha first, and the cause and effect will be known by yourself." ”

Zhuang Sheng saluted again, returned to the Daxiong Treasure Hall to burn incense and worship the Buddha, the pedestrians in front of him were indifferent as if they couldn't see themselves, Lunyin Buddha's words were mighty, echoing endlessly, Zhuang Sheng's mood became broad.

Chen Yan thought, he said so clearly about the age and age in his dream, and the location should not be fake, so how could he stay at this age? There must be a reason for this.

So he summoned Ono and told him to go to Zhuang Sheng's house to check.