Fei Changfang has been an official prostitute for 20 years. Official prostitutes are more lacking in morality, if they are in a folk kiln, as long as there are benefactors who like it, they can redeem you with a lot of money. But the official kiln is different, once you enter the official kiln, you are as deep as the sea, and you will be an official prostitute all your life, unless you are amnesty, but how can it be, the emperor is high, how can you remember a little kiln sister.

No matter what humiliation Fei Changfang receives, he thinks that everything in front of him is fake, and with such a belief, he can endure it. But after a long time, he was a little shaken, and he worked as a prostitute for twenty years. The past 20 years have not been flickering, but have passed day by day, and not a minute or a second has been missed.

At that time, people's life expectancy was short, and after 20 years, his age was almost four, and he was already in his last years. When he was old and had no guests, he was thrown out of the room and started doing miscellaneous work in the official kiln. Eat leftovers every day, sleep in the grocery room, get up before dawn to work, can barely lie down when it gets dark, sometimes you can't sleep when it's dark, the benefactors of the official kiln are all at night, knocking over a wine jug and soiling the sheets, this is all his work, and he has to clean it up.

Time passed like this, he was getting older day by day, sometimes sitting in the grocery room in a daze, vaguely remembering that he met the immortal master, and the fairyland in the gourd, thinking that it might be a dream of his own, the details were very vague in retrospect, and he himself was not sure if it really happened.

Thinking that everything is fake, this kind of consciousness is getting weaker and weaker in his mind, and sometimes he laughs bitterly, thinking that it is just a blind thought.

Twenty years passed in a hurry, he was too old to walk, the brothel swept him out, and in the cold wind and snow, he walked alone to a ruined temple in the countryside with a stick. There is a statue of a god enshrined in the temple, sloppy, limp on crutches on one leg, looking at this statue Fei Changfang is a little familiar, but he can't remember where he has seen it.

That night, he froze to death in the ruined temple.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself dozing off at a table in Yunhai Sendai, with a wine jug next to it, and in the distance fairies dancing and cranes flying all over the sky.

He saw Immortal Master Li Xuan, and Li Xuan still pointed to the red dust world below the sea of clouds with one hand.

Fei Changfang rubbed his eyes and felt a little dazed. It seems that a long, long time ago, Li Xuan stretched out his hand to point into the distance, and then Sendai collapsed, and he fell to the dust. It turned out to be just a dream, and when I woke up, the immortal master's hand had not been put down.

Li Xuan smiled and said, "Brother Fei, do you say that the fairyland in front of you is true or false?" ”

One sentence enlightened him, he has been an official prostitute for 20 years, and he has lived a life for 50 years, and this life experience rushed into Fei Changfang's mind like a tide. He clenched his fists and said, "Immortal Master, the scene in front of you is real. Every part of it is clearly audible, it is applied to me, I feel it, and for me, it is true. ”

Li Xuan laughed: "When do you think the scene in front of you is fake, I will accept you as an apprentice again." ”

Fei Changfang was taken aback, and was about to say something, Li Xuan raised his hand and pointed, Sendai collapsed, Fei Changfang fell straight from the clouds, he smiled bitterly, why did he come again.

When he opened his eyes again, he had reached an era of war. This time his life fate is very mysterious, he is a deserter in the official post, riding a horse and delivering letters and other dirty work. Later, the state treasury could not make ends meet, and the civil servants were laid off, and he bore the brunt of the layoffs.

After being laid off, he wandered around and made friends with bandits, but he didn't have anything serious to do. Later, the world was in turmoil, and the inside and outside of the customs became a pot of porridge, coupled with natural and man-made disasters, the winter was extremely cold, the crops were not harvested, the common people were dying, there was no one for thousands of miles, and the government was in a semi-paralyzed state.

When Fei Changfang saw this situation, he could only starve to death honestly. He pulled up a group of people, all of whom were homeless people and bandits, robbing food and money everywhere. His team is getting bigger and bigger, snowballing, fighting from the county to the state capital, from the state capital to the province, good guys, the sound shocks the world, no different from the Son of Heaven.

Then one day, he hit the capital, and the emperor forced him to death. After entering the capital, he did not seal the knife for three days, and his soldiers could bring disaster to the common people, and he also arrested the rich people, strung them together and killed them one by one, drinking wine and watching the cooking and burning of corpses, which was not too fast.

Mountains of gold and silver, beauties like clouds, reaching the pinnacle of life.

Just when he was complacent, a big defeat forced him to flee the capital. Later, it was strange that the originally invincible team suffered successive defeats, and there was infighting in the team and fell apart. Under the continuous pursuit of the government, there were fewer and fewer people following Fei Changfang, and finally arrived at a Taoist temple in a remote mountainous area, leaving him alone and riding.

He staggered into the empty Taoist temple alone, remembering his life, and finally left only a wry smile. Starting from the bullied petty officials, to occupying the mountain as the king, and then sweeping the world to enter the Beijing Division, the Jinluan Palace is the emperor and the pinnacle of life. And now the army is defeated, and a person is downcast to such a ghost place, everything is like a cloud of smoke, and everything is empty.

Life is like a dream, and there is no sense of reality at all.

He leaned against the dilapidated shrine of the Taoist temple. At night, the mountain wind was cold, whirring and blowing, and a beggar staggered in outside the door. The beggar staggered in the corner, not looking at him, and shrunk down to sleep.

Fei Changfang smiled bitterly, he was still drinking and having fun in the Jinluan Palace a few months ago, playing with beauties in the harem, and now he is in the company of beggars. At this time, the moonlight shone in through the broken window, and he suddenly saw that the side of the table was engraved with words, which were very mottled, and it had been too long.

He leaned over to look at it, and the handwriting on it was barely visible, and a poem was written, "I remember that when the grass was flying, the iron clothes were all over the monk's clothes." No one knows on the Tianjin Bridge, leaning on the railing alone to watch the sunset. ”

He muttered: "No one knows anyone on the Tianjin Bridge, leaning on the railing alone to watch the sunset." ”

"This was done by a man many years ago." The beggar rolled over and sat up.

Fei Changfang clenched his waist knife and looked at him vigilantly.

The beggar turned a blind eye to his vigilance, and said slowly: "That Xiaoxiong was born from the grassroots, and later pulled a team to sweep the world, straight into the capital Chang'an, and became the emperor himself, killing countless people in his life, and the so-called number is inevitable." Later, the army was defeated like a mountain, and the general trend was gone, and no one was nowhere to be found. It is said that this poem is the feeling of his life when he stood on the bridge alone in his later years. ”

Fei Changfang gasped and didn't speak. sighed in my heart, this hero is too similar to his own experience.

The beggar smiled: "A rich life, beautiful women and fine wine, it's just a dream." Do you think this dream is real? ”

Fei Changfang looked at him, realized something in his heart, and said: "Everything is like a passing cloud, it is undoubtedly fake. ”

The beggar said: "But someone has told me that every part of this life is clearly audible, it is all applied to oneself, and I feel empathy, then all this is true." ”

Fei Changfang said: "Being in it is true, and the world is like flowing water is false." What is the difference between truth and falsehood? The key is to go back to your heart and ask yourself. The wind and flag are meaningless true or false, and only their own hearts are the most real. There is a reflection in the mirror when the bird comes, and there is no trace in the mirror after it flies by. ”

The beggar laughed: "Brother Fei, there is Huigen, you have understood." ”

As soon as the words fell, his eyes suddenly disappeared. Fei Changfang wiped his eyes and found that he was neither in the Broken Dao Temple nor in the Yuntai Wonderland, but sitting in the guest room of the inn. There was a half-eaten wine and food in front of him, and when he looked out of the window, there was a large gourd hanging under the porch, and there was a thunderous snoring sound from the opposite room.

He sat at the table, looking at the full moon hanging in the sky, and for a moment he was stunned, and the complicated feelings in his heart were indescribable. It turned out that everything was just a dream, and the lame man took him into the gourd, and fell into the mortal dust in the fairyland, and he was a human being in two lives...... Everything is just a dream, and I am still sitting in my room, and I haven't finished my glass of wine yet.

Huang Xiaotian and I were fascinated by this, and I asked, "And then?" ”

And Huang Xiaotian had a thoughtful look on his face and didn't speak.

Fei Changfang said: "Then I will worship under the name of Li Xuanxian Master, he is the iron crutch Li among the eight immortals." Master Li Xuanxian gave me a gourd, so that I could explore the illusion of the hanging pot, and the day when I broke the delusion, I could become an immortal. ”

Huang Xiaotian said respectfully: "Mr. Fei, have you broken it?" ”

Fei Changfang waved his hand: "It's not broken, it's early, my deity is still meditating in the inn of the Han Dynasty." ”

Huang Xiaotian said: "That's strange, I just heard you say that the experience of being a human being in the world has passed the test of the immortal master, and it is said that he should have a transparent heart, why hasn't he broken his delusion until now?" ”

Fei Changfang looked at him: "You have this question, do you also have to go through the test?" ”

Huang Xiaotian stood up and bowed respectfully: "Mr. Fei, I can't hide it, I'm not a human, but a yellow-skinned spirit in the mountains. He pointed at me and continued: "I feel that I am about to be a catastrophe, and it is likely to be a delusional catastrophe. ”

Fei Changfang said: "Okay, knowing each other is fate." I only remind you of two sentences, the first sentence, how to break the delusion without delusion. In the second sentence, the way to break the delusion is not spoken, but done. ”

Huang Xiaotian's eyes blinked, and he didn't know if he understood.

Fei Changfang said: "You just asked me if it was broken, I haven't broken it yet, since I haven't broken it, how can I guide you." I'll be in the robbery before you. Delusion is not a catastrophe, but my current situation is a catastrophe. ”

I asked him what was wrong.

Fei Changfang smiled bitterly: "Every time I go in and out of the delusion realm, I must use the gourd given to me by the immortal master. And now, this gourd has been stolen, and I will never be able to get out. ”