(Inscription: Outsiders talk about the Tao and cultivate the Tao as if they were scratching their boots.) [No pop-up novel network] Although there are thousands of words and thousands of words, it is just Zen, and I can't get the gist after all. Getting started is hard to say and easy to say. For people in the Tao, it's just a layer of window paper. But this layer of window paper is that many people can't touch the door all their lives. Looking back, it's either your own epiphany, or someone enlightens it. ）

That night, I didn't go to study at night, and I lay alone in the dormitory to rest. I just felt groggy as if I was asleep and awake. In a haze, I heard two people enter the room, and the voice of the voice was the Wind Gentleman and the monk Yunfei.

Wind Gentleman: "I didn't expect Ishino to be able to travel in his dreams, it's amazing!"

Shang Yunfei: "You still have the face to say sorry for what he looks like now?

Feng Junzi: "Yun Fei, first, I want to tell you, this is not a sideshow, secondly, this is not what I taught, he did it himself, I didn't expect it in advance." ”

Shang Yunfei: "Then what do you say?"

Wind Gentleman: "Don't you know everything?

Shang Yunfei: "As long as he calms down, he will be fine after a while, and there is no need to force anything." ”

Wind Gentleman: "What a master, I don't care about anything." Of course he can be okay this time, what will he do next time? ”

Shang Yunfei: "That's not thanks to you, the bell is still needed, and you need to remedy the trouble you have caused by the bell man." ”

Feng Junzi: "It's not bad to tie the bell to the bell." But things didn't start because of me, it was because of the ghost that appeared in the classroom, and without that ghost girl, Ishino wouldn't be where he is today, so the problem should start with her. ”

Shang Yunfei: "What do you mean?"

Feng Junzi: "I heard that there are six ways to achieve Tibetan secrets, if you teach the bardo achievement method to that little female ghost, and the dream realization method to Ishino, everyone will be fine, this is the solution for people like us." ”

Shang Yunfei: "You've been working on the idea of the secret law for a long time. Are you mistaken? The Six Achievements are the methods of the White Sect, and my guru is the Living Buddha of the Yellow Sect. Besides, people like Ishino have innate supernatural powers, and it is very easy to fall into the demonic path, and they are not suitable for practicing tantric methods at all, and my master will definitely not agree to it. Even if my master agrees, will Ishino be able to sincerely serve the Buddha?"

Wind Gentleman: "Portal's view! If you say it's not suitable, it's not suitable?" His talent is indeed a little worse, but it can be regarded as one in a thousand. We're talking about saving people now, and it's not about any sect or faction pulling Zhuang Ding into the gang!"

Shang Yunfei: "Aren't you supernatural, why do you ask me?

Wind Gentleman: "In that case, I won't ask you, I'll solve it myself." But in the future, you will interfere less in Ishino's affairs, how he does it, you don't interfere, don't say anything every day, who has fallen into the evil path and the devil's nonsense. ”

......

I was still repeating that dream that night. Walking through the silent campus without realizing that you were in a dream. Climb the stairs and walk through the hallway to the classroom door. When I reached for the door, suddenly someone wrote a big word "dream" on the door. Of course, I didn't wake up from a dream and come back to reality, but I was shocked to remember this scene in a dream that I had been repeating for days -- I woke up in a dream and realized that I was dreaming.

In an instant, my consciousness was no longer chaotic, but I was regained my senses, and my mind was running rapidly: according to my previous dream experience, I just pushed open this door, and the little girl would hear and look up and see me. And then she'll ask me, "Who are you?" and then I'll wake up. Will this be the case this time? I pushed open the door and made a gut-inducing sound, and then met the little girl's eyes and heard her ask, "Who are you?"

The voice was not very thin, with a hint of timidity, but it sounded unusually clear in the empty classroom. I pushed the door in and said what I had wanted to say for days but didn't have the opportunity to say: "Little sister, don't be afraid, my name is Ishino, what is your name?"

"My name is Brother Yiyi, why are you here, how long have I been sleeping?"

This brother screamed strangely, because it was our first conversation, and before that, whenever I saw her, I thought of my sister, and the first time she saw me, she opened her mouth and called my brother, and the call was so natural. Listening to her tone, she didn't seem to know what was going on, but she had just woken up, and her look was indeed like she had just woken up. Many times I imagined in my mind what she would say if she spoke, but I never thought she would ask me how long I had been asleep.

"I don't know how long you've been asleep, can you tell me how you got on?"

"Before you fell asleep?" the woman looked at me blankly, frowning, as if she was struggling to remember. Her eyes were pure, but there was a swirling suction in them, and I couldn't help but look at her. In a trance, I had the illusion that her pupils were getting closer and bigger to me, encompassing my whole being. Before I could react, the scene in front of me suddenly changed: the classroom was still the same classroom, and the position of the desks and chairs had not changed much, but there was one thing that was wrong, that is, the details were wrong! The doors, windows, tables and chairs were no longer the same.

The classroom was still empty, with no lights, only the faint moonlight. On a desk in the middle of the classroom, two people sat facing each other, one of whom was the little girl, and across from her was a woman in her thirties or forties. I could only see the woman's side from behind, but I couldn't see her face or expression.

"Yiyi drink this glass of juice, and after drinking it, you will have a good night's sleep. The woman's voice was gentle, but with a subtle tremble. I don't know why when I heard this voice, a feeling suddenly rose in my heart -- despair, utter despair! I suddenly felt that something was wrong, and instinctively shouted, "Wait!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as my voice sounded, the scene in front of me changed again. The people in the classroom were gone, but there was a fire outside the window! Was there a bonfire? I went to the window and looked out. The scene outside the window was very different from the campus I was familiar with, the teaching building of the junior high school was gone, replaced by an open square, and the trees around the square were still faintly familiar, but they were much lower than what I usually saw. Many people in the square gathered around a large podium made up of two tiers of desks in the middle. The high platform is five or six meters wide and narrow, with wires hanging on top, and a large banner of red cloth in the center. The banner reads in glaring white letters: Down with ............ People around me waved slogans, red flags, loudspeakers, and other miscellaneous things, shouting hysterical slogans, and they couldn't hear what they were saying. There were also people holding torches aloft and the light I saw came from the shaking torches.

In the middle of the high platform knelt a person, the gray tunic had been torn and hung one by one, not looking like a look, wearing a tall white paper tube hat on his head, and the hat was crookedly written with ghostly calligraphy. I couldn't see his face clearly, because there were two people holding his arms backwards, one left and one right, pressing the back of his head hard and pressing down on his face, almost touching the ground. The two men pressed the one in the middle, and took the lead in shouting slogans, and as their mouths opened and closed, there was a tsunami-like shout from the audience.

I suddenly recognized a man standing on the left hand side of the kneeling man, holding him down hard. This person's face is vaguely He Zhuoxiu, the principal of Wucheng Middle School today! I looked at this young man, I should not say that it was young, Principal He, and suddenly I had a feeling that entered my mind, and this feeling was -- a strong pleasure! This pleasure appeared like a devil, and it startled me, and then it was reflected that I felt Principal He's heart, because I heard his inner voice.

"I also pushed the people who are usually high to the ground by me! You are more learned than me! You were born superior to me! Everyone respects you! I hate the way you speak! I hate the way you walk! But you have today! I have also been trampled under my feet! Everyone cheered at me! It felt amazing......

I shuddered inexplicably, and then there was a commotion in the audience, and someone threw something up. Not tomatoes, not eggs, but all sorts of things in their hands, with large and small stones in them. At first, there were only one or two people, and then more and more people threw things, all aiming at the person in the center of the platform. It's a pity that most of these people didn't throw it accurately, affecting the two people around that person. Seeing this, the two let go of their hands and flashed to the side, but when they dodged, they pushed forward very unwillingly. I saw that the person in the center of the high platform had just straightened up, his body shook his head forward, and he rushed down, and his figure was drowned in the frenzied crowd. Some people exclaimed, and many more cheered hoarsely......

What kind of place is this? Is this still a campus? What am I seeing? Is it a hallucination? Just as I was in shock, a voice suddenly came from behind me: "What you see is not a hallucination, it is a recreation of the real scene, it exists in the ghost's memory." ”

As the voice sounded, the vision in front of me suddenly disappeared, and I was still standing in front of the classroom window, but the school landscape had returned to its normal appearance - the night was still quiet outside the window, and the shadows of the trees were still there. I turned around, and the gentleman was standing on the other side of the classroom with a smile, and when he saw me with a confused face, he pointed to the little girl in the classroom and said, "Don't be surprised, now you are in her dream, I am in yours...... What you just saw were her memories...... I told you that he has a psychic mind, and in her dreams, he senses the yin god and also senses the ghosts, and his psychic is the ghost...... The same goes for you to be able to feel what is going on in other people's minds in her memories just now. ”

The Wind Gentleman obviously knew what I was thinking, and as soon as I opened my mouth, I answered almost all my questions, but I didn't know what to say, and after a long time, I asked, "Wind Gentleman, am I dreaming?"

The Wind Gentleman was still smiling: "I came when you came, I didn't come, how did you get in." You are indeed in a dream, but this is not an ordinary dream, this is my unique method, and you will not understand it if I explain it to you now. Let me tell you that this little girl is the daughter of Principal Liu of our Wucheng Middle School twenty years ago...... Twenty years ago, Principal Liu died, and his wife and daughter committed suicide by taking medicine, which was a major event that caused a sensation in Wucheng Middle School, but there was no you and me at that time...... I know you have a lot of questions in your mind, but this little girl has just woken up, she has more questions, you talk slowly, I'm afraid it will take a little time for her to understand what happened. ”

"What's going on, where are you going now?"

"She only remembers that she is asleep, and she doesn't know that she is dead, and it was you who woke her up, so you can explain everything to her. This place is so eerie that I don't dare to stay here. Feng Junzi had already walked to the door as he spoke, and suddenly remembered something again, turned around and said: "You finish dealing with the things in your dream, wait for me at the gate of the city stadium at six o'clock tomorrow morning, don't forget to bring the Qingying Mirror." Something to say during the day that I'm going to sleep. By the way, I've put an alarm clock on your bedside, and you'll wake up at a quarter past five. See you without bothering!"

......

The sound of the alarm clock woke me up, and when I opened my eyes, it was only slightly brighter. There was an alarm clock at the head of the bed, and the time pointed to a quarter past five. My consciousness was still a little dazed, I couldn't believe that time had passed, and it had only been one night, and my dream last night seemed to be very long, and it was much more than a few hours. I remember that the Wind Gentleman appeared in a dream, and I clearly remember him walking out of the classroom, but the memory later was a little blurry. I don't quite know how I carefully explained to the little girl named "Yiyi" about her current situation and everything in the past, but I only vaguely remember that she finally threw herself into my arms and cried for a long time, and tears wet my shirt. Do ghosts have tears, too? I subconsciously touched my body, but it was dry.

I remembered that the Wind Gentleman had asked me to meet at the entrance of the City Stadium at six o'clock this morning. Is this a date in a dream?Will the Wind Gentleman really be waiting for me there?Will I go or not? After only a moment's hesitation, I decided that I should still go! The best way to solve all doubts is to actually go on a trip, and if the Wind Gentleman is really waiting for me, everything in the dream is real!

I didn't have breakfast, I washed my face, got dressed, and walked out of the school gate. Today I feel a little different, my body and spirit are back to normal, the dizziness and discomfort of the other day is gone, and I even feel that the air is fresh and has a hint of sweetness. When I arrived at the gate of the stadium, there was no time, no less, exactly six o'clock, and I saw the Wind Gentleman standing there waiting for me.

When I saw him, he also saw me and greeted me from afar: "Don't stay here, come here, yesterday's dreams are true." ”

I walked over a little blankly, and even a little doubtful that I was still standing in front of the wind gentleman, there were a lot of things I wanted to ask, but I didn't know where to start, and after waiting for a long time, I only said: "Yiyi, it's really pitiful!"

Feng Junzi looked at me and replied lightly: "Who in the world is not pitiful? This Liu Yiyi was only thirteen years old when she died. His father returned to China from the United States via Hong Kong in the 50s. Before the liberation, he had been propagating and educating the theory of national salvation, and after the liberation, he returned to his hometown and became the principal of Wucheng Middle School, and was a very respected scholar. It's a pity that he died at the hands of the villain, and after his death, his wife and children also suffered a dead end. Don't ask me how I know, in fact, there are some records in the school archives of Wucheng Middle School. ”

"Then why did Yiyi stay in the classroom after twenty years and become the yin god you said?, did she come back to take revenge?" "When I was a child, I also read some ghost stories, and I remember a lot of plots such as ghost revenge.

Feng Junzi frowned: "I don't know what's going on, Shang Yunfei, that guy refuses to teach me the bardo achievement method." I don't think it's because you've moved around with something, and I'm afraid it's because of that desk, have you noticed that the desk you saw in your dream yesterday is the one you're sitting on now, although it's been twenty years, and that desk has been in the classroom......

As soon as the wind gentleman reminded me, I also remembered it a little. The desks in our school are very interesting, and they are not uniformly replaced with the old with the new, but if the desk is broken, find a worker to repair it, and if it doesn't work, change it to a new one, anyway, the style is the same. It is possible that this situation has occurred in other schools. In this way, it is very likely that there is a desk that has been left in the classroom for 20 years because it has been well preserved and has not been damaged. Two days ago, He Jun carved words on the table with a knife, and the new lines exposed on the table were pure white and very hard. I know that this is wild walnut wood in the mountains, which is a very strong and durable wood, and it is entirely possible that our carpenters there generally use it to make furniture legs for decades. I was pondering when I heard the Wind Gentleman ask me, "What are you going to do, do you want to help her?"

"I did want to help her, but I didn't know how. ”

Feng Junzi sighed softly: "This kind of thing, either you don't touch it at all, if you interfere with it, you have to take care of it to the end, otherwise it will be very troublesome, but it's a pity that you just interfered." I've heard that some people don't know they're dead after they die, like in a dream, if they are awakened, it's a terrible thing, and the yin god may be held up by resentment until it dissipates or their wish has been fulfilled, and I don't want another resentment in this world. It's just that since I don't want to believe in the six realms of reincarnation, of course, I don't know how to cross the life, I can't help her, and Shang Yunfei is not willing to help her. ”

I seemed to hear something from the words of the Wind Gentleman: "What do you mean that Shang Yunfei has a way to make her disappear?"

Wind Gentleman: "I don't want to do this, making a person disappear is killing someone, making a ghost disappear is killing a ghost, killing a ghost is no different from killing a person, in my opinion. It's just that I don't know anything about ghost cultivation, so I want to find a chance to see how Shang Yunfei does it, but it's a pity that this kid is not fooled and is unwilling to teach me. ”

I suddenly remembered that last night, in a hazy way, I heard the conversation between him and Yun Fei mentioning the words "dream attainment" and "bardo achievement", so I asked, "I seem to have heard Shang Yunfei say last night that you want to fight the idea of tantric law, what is going on?"

Feng Junzi's face was a little embarrassed, and he replied with a dry cough: "I do have an idea to study and study their secret method, but the main thing is to help you...... Since Shang Yunfei is not fooled, you have to figure out your own way, and I called you here today to let you learn something. ”

"What do I want to learn? Are you going to teach me spells? That's great. ”

Feng Junzi shook his head: "Don't be happy too early, I only know Dan Dao, and you can't learn my Dan Dao at all now." The top priority is to solve the matter of that female ghost. I can't let her see Principal He back then, and once she has a grudge, it will be troublesome, so I plan to take her in for the time being, and then find a way when you can help her. ”

"Why can't you see Principal He...... What does it mean to take her...... When can I help her?"

Wind Gentleman: "Don't be in a hurry to listen to my explanation. Principal He is her enemy, but one person's fault is hatred, and everyone in the world is wrong, who should we seek revenge? We don't know about the events of that era, so there is no way to resolve this grievance. In your current situation, it's best to take care of yourself first, but when you see her in a dream, you're already half-dead, and if you want to help her, do you want to die? As for how to practice form, I can't teach it directly, you need to understand it yourself. ”

"If you don't teach me, how can I comprehend?"

Feng Junzi smiled mysteriously: "There is more than one master in the world, you follow me today, I will show you knowledge." ”

I followed the wind gentleman into the stadium, which is an open leisure place for citizens in Wucheng City. At about six o'clock in the morning, there were many people exercising on the grassland, some running, some in the middle of the Sword Dance Square, and a group of old men and women were doing Tai Chi. Feng Junzi nodded to an old lady who practiced Tai Chi, said hello, then turned back to the group of people and said to me, "I will test your eyesight, do you see anything special about this group of people who practice Tai Chi?"

I looked at it for a long time and didn't see any doorways, so I had to guess and ask: "Are you talking about the old lady who greeted you just now, I don't see anything special?"

Feng Junzi wanted to laugh a little, but held back: "That old lady is the head teacher of my elementary school, and her health is not very good, but I am not talking about her." Look at the old man in white. Looking in the direction of the Feng Junzi's finger, there was an old man about seventy or eighty years old, wearing a pure white practice uniform, and was gesturing in the center of the field. His movements seem to be much more standard than others, and there is an indescribable aura in his gestures, but I don't see anything else special.

I looked at the Wind Gentleman with a puzzled look in my eyes. The Wind Gentleman saw the doubt in my heart and smiled and said, "You really can't see anything else with your yin eyes. Didn't you bring a green mirror, just take a photo of the mirror. ”

I remember that I saw Yi Yi Yi with the Qing Ying Mirror, yes! Could it be that this sunny morning crane boy face old man would also be a ghost? I took out the Qing Ying Mirror and looked at the old man carefully, and from the mirror, I really saw that he was different.