preface

Title Interpretation (Fantasy Innocence)

Fantasy, the original meaning is more obscene, and Cihai gives a definition. However, the predecessors planted flowers, and the descendants can also harvest fruits. Feel free and free, and there is a world in the book. Illusion is born from reality and assumption, from the hidden consciousness in the heart. All things in heaven and earth, with thinking and spiritual sense, will appear in their minds the world of their imagination. Illusion is born from the heart.

Dreams are imaginary images, sounds, thoughts or sensations that people produce during sleep, usually involuntarily. There is heaven and earth in dreams, which control your dreams, and that heaven and earth, you, are the protagonists!

Infernal, from the words of the Buddha. The Chinese characters are broad and profound, and can only be understood by the ear.

Dream-like. Everything is true, it is illusory. For dreams, for hearts. With heaven and earth in mind, why suffer from gains and losses?

wedge

The heavens and the earth are hazy, and the four poles are not visible. Blurry and ethereal, real and illusory. The sun and moon in the sky are parallel, and the light is blurry and light.

A peach tree, a stone table, a chessboard, two stone benches, and two old men in the shape of a tree, dressed in a black and white shabby robe, sit opposite each other, becoming the only one in heaven and earth.

The old man is like two eternal stone sculptures, and his deep eyes seem to see the ups and downs of the world, and read the vicissitudes of the world. The marks of time have carved the years that have passed.

The sun sets and the moon rises, and the vicissitudes of the sea. Flowers bloom, the world is endless. The years flow into the unknown, dissipating on the other side, trickling endlessly, without end.

Finally, one day, the rising sun emitted a bit of soft light, bringing some agility to this world. The statue of eternity also fluctuated at this moment. The old man in white slowly rolled up a white child.

The black-clothed old man Gu Jing Wubo's pale face showed a hint of a smile, and said, "Heaven and earth are a game of chess, do you really want to go out?"

"The world is impermanent, and there is confusion in the heart. If you're not real, I'm not real. How can this world come from? If it is not true, how can we get out. The old man in white smiled indifferently and gave a son.

"True is true, false is false. You live in my world and can't see yourself, how can you say that it's true or false?"

"I see, your world is just the past in my eyes. If I don't exist, where will you go?"

"In the chess game of heaven and earth, only the 'one' will last forever. Maybe it's gone, and everything is a dream. If you let go, I will be true, and you will have dreams, won't you be happy?"

"You talk about the chess game of heaven and earth, but you don't know that the chess pieces also have their own world. Looking at the moon in the water and the moon is empty, and the flowers in the fog are not yesterday. Is it not sorrowful to treat others as oneself?"

The old man in black was dumbfounded, and said, "You live for the sake of living, but I am asking why you live." Isn't it more pathetic that you and I are one, sitting alone for a long time?"

......

The fall is silent, and time must be fleeting. The pieces end up filling the board......

There are already millions of words "Fantasy Eternal" in front. However, the last book was too fantasy-oriented, and it was a pity that it lost the purpose of writing the book. Writing books has its own style. There are likes, there are dislikes. If you like it, please support it. If you don't like this style, please laugh it off.

This writer writes about people, writes about illusions, and finally writes about hearts. Infernal ones, Buddhism is called hell. This book is borrowed, and I am confused by my heart and seek the truth, and what I get in the end may be confused! My heart can be compared to Qingjiangyue, and I am naturally free of dust. The road needs to be walked on.

There is heaven and earth in my heart, free and easy like me, like all Taoist friends! The path of pursuit is the way. The Word is in heaven and in our hearts......

Chapter 1: Beyond the Mountain

The world is vast, and the reality is unpredictable. A flower and a world, a sand and a paradise, the vast universe, where is the destination? People are here, this universe is for me to exist, people are dead, why is this world born?

In the ethereal world, to pursue a liberation belonging to the Tao. Suddenly looking back, what I gained, what I lost, and finally struggled between real and illusory dreams. Raise your eyebrows and ask the sky, what is creation in the underworld? When I stand proudly for nine days and hold the sky for a moment, whether you exist or not cannot stop the footsteps of stepping out of the heavens and the earth.

In an unknown world, our story begins with a long journey from a small mountain village and a small person......

The stream trickled, the falling flowers danced colorfully, and the occasional dog barking broke the comfort of the mountain village. The morning of late spring is quiet and peaceful, and the villagers who have slept soundly for a night to recuperate their energy have started a new day's work. Again and again, he lived a monotonous life, although his life was poor, he had enough meals and enjoyed himself, which was a happy land.

At the easternmost end of the village, there is a small thatched hut with a closed firewood door and overgrown with weeds. There are a lot of sundries piled up in the small courtyard, and at first sight, you know that the owner is not good at housekeeping.

The knock on the door shook the thatched house, as if it was about to collapse at any time, and a simple and sturdy young man outside the chaimen door banged on the closed door and shouted, "Uncle Wang, it's time to go to the ground."

"Erniu, tell you Lao Tzu, I will take Meng'er out today and not go to the ground" An impatient voice came out of the house. Erniu, who was standing at the door, was stunned, shook his head, and turned around helplessly and left the crumbling and dilapidated house.

A crisp and slightly complaining child's voice came from the thatched house: "Dad, why do you want to take me with you if you want to sleep in?"

"Boy, why are you sleeping? Today, my father will take you to worship Master Yu as a teacher, don't stay in the village all day without a job. Hurry up and pack your hands and go out."

"Dad, really......"

"Ping Pong" accompanied by a chaotic sound, "Squeak" The chai door opened and two figures walked out. The leader was a down-and-out scholar in his early thirties, with a scruffy beard, wearing a white robe that had not been washed for an unknown amount of time, and carrying a small burden in his hand. Behind him was a childish boy with an ordinary appearance but a pair of eyes with a lot of aura. These two people are the most alternative in this village, Wang Tianyu and his son, who are lazy and do nothing, and are widely praised as negative teaching materials.

In the early morning, the mountain is quiet and pleasant, the mountain flowers are splendid, and the condensation is like a fairyland. A path leads to the outside of the mountain winding into the distance. If you walk along the mountain road for about half a day, you will be able to walk out of the mountain.

The surrounding mountain breeze is gentle, and the kingfishers are singing, which makes the father and son feel refreshed and happy, and the speed of their actions is also much faster. It was the busy farming season in early spring, and no one in the village had the leisure to go out, and only Wang Tianyu, a father and son who had nothing to do all day long, had such idleness.

After climbing over a foothill, Wang Tianyu and the others finally came to a small pavilion made of simple wood. This is the village people in order to facilitate access, specially built here for the village people to enter and exit for temporary rest.

Entering the small pavilion, Wang Tianyu drank a sip of water, looked up at the sky, the sun had gradually climbed overhead, turned his head and said, "Mengzi, if you are hungry, eat something first, the road is still long, and you have to walk for half a day to get to the county seat."

The child grinned and said, "Dad, I already ate when you slept."

"What did you eat?"

"Dad, yesterday I went to play at Sister Feng's house and picked up an egg. It was baked last night, and I ate it myself in the morning when I saw that you didn't wake up."

"Where did you pick it up?" Wang Tianyu glanced at it suspiciously, there was a shortage of food in the village, how could such a precious thing as eggs be discarded casually?

"Hee-hee, Dad, I saw her chickens running around at Sister Feng's house. He drove it to the thatched pile in the village, where it laid an egg. This should be a pick-up."

Wang Tianyu was stunned when he heard it, and scolded "stinky boy......" and was a little speechless for a while.

A crisp bell rang out. A donkey pulled a cart and walked slowly to the front, and the person who drove the car saw Wang Tianyu and his son from a distance, and greeted him with a smile, "Brother Tianyu, you are entering the city, I will let you go over."

Wang Tianyu was overjoyed, pulled Wang Meng up and came to the front and said, "Old Five, are you going to the city to sell medicinal herbs again?"

"Haha, Brother Tianyu smiled. Little Mengzi hurriedly got into the car," the fifth child smiled and patted the child's head.

Wang Meng jumped on the donkey cart and looked at the strange things on the cart curiously, feeling that they were all common things in the mountains, and he couldn't figure out why the people in the city liked them so much, and what was even more strange was why other people in the village couldn't dig them.

Everyone has forgotten what this person's original name was, but they all called him Lao Wu. Lao Wu has a skill that others don't have, digging herbs. Relying on the mountains to eat the mountains, there are a lot of strange plants growing in the mountains, and the old five go around the mountains every once in a while, and you can dig back the strange medicinal materials, which are said to be sold at a good price in the city.

At first, many villagers in the village also wanted to learn how to dig medicinal herbs, but unfortunately these medicinal herbs were a bit strange, as soon as they left the mountain, they would immediately wither and turn into waste. After many times, the medicinal herbs were not dug up, but the crops were barren a lot, and finally everyone gave up. As for why the fifth child can eat this meal, it can only be said that the ghost knows.

Wang Tianyu and Lao Wu walked in front and chatted, Wang Meng sat bored on the donkey cart and touched around, and finally quietly took a bunch of flowers that bloomed blue and faint and crisp and dripping in his hand and studied it. Lao Wu was stunned when he saw Wang Meng, and said with a smile: "Little Mengzi, if you like this flower, I will give it to you." ”

Wang Tianyu glanced at it and scolded with a smile, "Rabbit cub, don't put it down yet"

"Brother Tianyu, this flower can't be sold for a few dollars, so leave it to Xiao Mengzi to play."

A few people said, and the dilapidated city gate was clearly in sight. At this time, it was noon, and there was an endless stream of pedestrians coming in and out of the city gate, and it was very lively.

Entering the small county town, Lao Wu went to sell his goods, while Wang Meng jumped up and down with blue flowers and followed Wang Tianyu in the crowd. The aroma of all kinds of food on both sides was overflowing, making Wang Meng swallow his saliva constantly. Wang Tianyu glanced at Wang Meng lovingly, groped in his arms for a long time, found a copper plate and bought a piece of fried cake and handed it to Wang Meng, Wang Meng was overjoyed to take the fried cake but didn't eat it, thought a little and handed it to Wang Tianyu and said, "Dad, you haven't eaten all morning, you should eat this"

Wang Tianyu shook his head and said, "Dad, I'm not hungry." I will go to Master Yu's house soon, and when I see my master, I must obey the rules and don't be ashamed. ”

Wang Meng nodded, and followed his old father to a simple house. The house was not big, but it was unusually clean, and it was very different from the house where the two fathers and sons lived. If this is a house, then their home is nothing more than a kennel.

The courtyard is not large, but there is a large willow tree that can only be hugged by two people. The tender green willow branches sway in the wind, soft and flexible. There were four or five children gathered around under the willow tree, not knowing what they were muttering. Behind the willow trees are three tiled houses.

However, at this time, there was no comfortable and peaceful atmosphere in the courtyard. The sounds of scolding, cursing, and muttering in the house came and went, as if a human comedy was being staged.

Wang Tianyu's face was a little bitter, he straightened his clothes in a restrained manner, he wanted to go up but didn't dare, and stood at the door for a while and hesitated. Wang Meng didn't care about this, his eyes were rolling around, and he wanted to go up to see who was "singing" in the room.