Dou Mei has forgotten how she came to this world, and she has forgotten her previous memories, she only knows that his current surname is Wang Mingming, and he is the only son of the local Wang family, as long as he wants nothing he can't get, so his heart is becoming more and more empty, and he spends his time bullying men and women, making a radius of ten miles of black smoke and miasma, but the Wang family master is too doting on this only heir, spending money on it, and everything has been suppressed.

But the good times didn't last long, the lord of the Wang family died suddenly, the Wang family had no pillars, the young generation still looked idle, and most of the Wanguan family wealth was squandered by Wang Yu not long after, and the rest was either divided by the relatives or stolen by the subordinates.

In just half a year, the Wang family was dispersed, leaving only Dou Mei alone, from the former young master to the present even eating carefully, although life has ups and downs, but Dou Meiqiu does not feel the slightest sadness or dissatisfaction, but the emptiness in his heart is getting stronger and stronger, and it is extremely painful.

This life lasted for about ten years, and during these ten years he ran out of money, so he completely became a commoner, and began to work in the fields every day for food and clothing.

At first, many people laughed at him, but later everyone gradually forgot about it.

In ten years, he married a wife and had children, and at the same time started to do business with the money he got from farming, and he happened to meet a nobleman, who gave him some help and suddenly soared, and gradually restored some glory of the former Wang family.

At the age of forty, Dou Mei already had a lot of money, countless wives and concubines, and many children and grandchildren, but his heart was still empty, he didn't know what he wanted to do, and she seemed to have forgotten her earliest identity.

On this day, Dou Mei was looking at flowers in the garden, and suddenly a subordinate reported to him: "There is a Taoist priest outside the door who asks to see you, saying that he can relieve your sorrows!" ”

"Daoist?" Dou Mei pondered for a while, and then ordered someone to take him to the side hall.

Dou Mei sat on the chair, a bearded, thin old Taoist priest walked in with the family life, he was dressed in a white-washed robe, with a kind smile on his face, full of affinity, and the impression was very good at first sight.

"Poor Dao has seen the owner!" The old Taoist priest made a joke, cocked his mustache upwards, and said with a smile.

"Why do you say you can relieve my sorrows!" Dou Mei went straight to the point, without the slightest interest in chatting with the old Taoist, his heart was empty to the extreme, and he became more and more disgusted with this boring world, but until he found something to fill the emptiness in her heart, he would not choose to die.

The old Taoist priest's face was old, but when he heard Dou Mei's question, the smile on his face became even brighter, as if he was more than ten years younger, and his originally arched back also straightened.

He was heard to say aloud: "The layman feels empty, and neither sorrow, pain, nor joy can fill it!" ”

When Dou Mei heard this, she stood up from the chair excitedly, grabbed the old Taoist's hand, and said excitedly: "Does the Taoist have a solution?" ”

The old Taoist priest smiled silently, and with a slight force on his arm, he broke free of Dou Mei's hand, pushed back a step, and opened the distance.

Dou Mei found that the old Taoist priest opened her hands and was stunned for a moment, but when she saw the smile on the old Taoist priest's face, she suddenly realized, and hurriedly signaled the servants around her, brought a hundred taels of gold and handed it to the old Taoist priest.

But the old Taoist priest did not take it, but looked at him with a smile, Dou Mei thought that the old Taoist priest was not satisfied, so she sent someone to take a hundred taels again, but the old Taoist priest still did not accept it.

No, although he was dissatisfied in his heart, in order to fill the emptiness in his heart, he gritted his teeth and asked in a low voice: "How much does the Taoist chief want, as long as I can give it, I will definitely not refuse." ”

The old Taoist priest took the dust in his hand and waved it lightly, and once again made a joke, and said: "The mortal world is of no use to me, and now I have calculated that you are destined for me, so I am here to tell you, I want to solve the emptiness in my heart, and I will know it on the barren mountain tomorrow night." ”

"Dao Chief!" When Dou Mei wanted to ask again, a strong wind suddenly blew in the side hall, and the strong wind blew so that Dou Mei couldn't open her eyes, and when the wind dissipated, the old Taoist priest had disappeared.

"Where's the Dao Chief?" Dou Mei turned her head to the servants beside her and asked.

"Master, where did the Taoist priest come from? Haven't you been enjoying the flowers? The servant was a little puzzled, but seeing the eager expression on Dou Mei's face, he replied resignedly.

"What!" Dou Mei was shocked, but when she looked at it again, she found that she was not sitting in the side hall, but had been admiring the flowers in the garden, as if everything just now was a dream.

"Barren Mountain......

Dou Mei muttered to herself, then sat on the stool in a daze until the afternoon.

The next night, after Dou Mei inquired, she came to this barren mountain alone, the grass and trees were desolate, there were no wild beasts, even the grass had dried up, and the desolation was terrible.

A few hours later, Dou Mei carefully searched the barren mountain, but found nothing, and there was no trace of anyone at all, as if the old Taoist priest was playing tricks on him, and even all this was her own fantasy.

Dou Mei sat on the top of the mountain, looking up at the starry sky, countless bright starlights released their light, everything will decay, only the stars will last forever.

"People are really so small......

Just as Dou Mei sighed, countless bright stars slowly sank, Dou Mei got closer and closer, the stars connected together, forming an incomparably huge human face, the human face could not see clearly, but could feel the majesty and greatness in it, all things succumbed to him, he was like the master of this world, the supreme ruler of destiny.

"This is the ......" Dou Mei felt this incomparably powerful oppression and supreme majesty, the emptiness in his heart gradually faded, he experienced satisfaction for the first time, he was already forty years old, he was in tears, knelt on the ground and bowed reverently.

The face of the person in the night didn't pay attention to him, it should be said that he couldn't see it, just like a person didn't care if an ant on the side of the road really bowed to him, so Dou Mei's call had no effect, and he could only watch the face disappear.

Dou Mei looked at the huge face of the departing man in disappointment, and the emptiness in his heart reappeared, this feeling was more painful than death, because death could not get him out of this emptiness.

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The next day, the local people had one more piece of after-dinner conversation, and the old man of the Wang family disappeared after distributing the family wealth to his heirs.

No one knew why he had given up all the money, or why he had left, and everyone thought he had fallen into the wrong spirit!

I don't know how many years have passed, people found that there is a simple Taoist hall on the barren mountain, there is only an old man in the Taoist temple, he is worshipping a statue of a god without a face every day, even if someone asks him, he does not answer, just quietly incense and meditate.

After another thirty years, the old man is close to 100 years old, eating wild vegetables and tofu every day, the teeth in his mouth have also fallen out, and the Taoist temple will not have incense because there are no miracles, and most of the time he prays alone in front of the statue.

Only today he was a little different, his face was covered with age spots, he walked tremblingly, his eyes were cloudy and he couldn't see clearly, but even then he knelt down in front of the idol and prayed reverently, as if only then would his heart be at peace.

The old man sat on the futon, his body was already sick, he laboriously lit a pillar of incense, knelt down reverently, and said weakly: "I, Wang Yu, have served you for fifty-nine years, and this life has been satisfied, but I am going to die, and I can't serve you anymore." ”