Xinhua Road

If one day there is no internet, no communication, you only need to come to Langya Bookstore on the fifth floor of Xinhua Bookstore, and you will definitely meet me.

Every weekend, I would show up at Langya Book Bar on time early in the morning, looking for a book, ordering a cup of scented tea, and killing the whole day.

"What are you doing?" Meng sent a message.

"In the bookstore."

"What book did you read today?"

"Mo Yan's Frog"

"I don't like his books, it's too depressing. I like detective books. I have the whole set of "Detective Sherlock Holmes."

"Have you read "Tomb Raiders Notes"?"

"I've seen some of them. The beginning is good, but the end is a bit messy. It's not as good as "Ghost Blowing the Lantern"."

"Have you read all eight of them?" I was a little surprised that he also liked this kind of novels.

"Well, read it three times."

"I also like it very much. I have also read "Sixteen-Character Feng Shui Secret Art."

"Have you learned it yet?"

"No, but my grandfather knows Feng Shui."

While I was watching the WeChat message sent by Meng, I unconsciously raised my head and saw a rather temperamental old lady in front of me, wearing a dark red coat, sitting near the window of the bookstore, holding a A book, read attentively.I took a photo and sent it to Meng: Look at the book in the old lady's hand.

Meng sent several laughing emojis: Isn't that Shirley Yang? (Yes, the old lady is reading "Ghost Blowing the Lantern") Your grandfather is Hu Bayi, right?

I felt a little helpless about Meng's irrelevant fantasy, and replied to him: "It's too strange to chat with you, whatever you say."

"Not to mention that the temperament of that old lady is really similar to that of Shirley Yang, and her age is also similar. Go and recognize grandma."

"Are you trying to turn me into a zongzi?"

Meng didn't continue to reply, maybe I was busy with something, so I flew my thoughts outside the book.Thinking of some plots in "Ghost Blowing the Lantern", to be honest, I admired this novel written by Zhang Muye. I also had those terrifying dreams. Sometimes I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night and I would think of horror scenes that were ten times more tragic to practice. own heart.

When I was a child living in my grandmother's house, I had to pass a cemetery to go to school. Every time I walked, I felt a bodyless female ghost following behind me.Never dare to look back.Later, I told my mother, and my mother said that it was a guardian deity, and when I looked back, it was gone.

When I grew up, I lost everything, my family changed, and I never felt the presence of a protector.

In the afternoon, Meng sent a moving picture of secretly observing.

Me: Do you want a password or something?Heavenly King Gedihu?

Dream: Lixia in Pagoda Town.

Me: Where did the undercover agent come from?

Dream: I come from Huaguo Mountain in China.

Me: Bajie has also been there.

Dream: Tang Monk, Drifting Monk, neither of them have been there.

Me: Who do you think you can successfully pretend to be?

Dream: Tang Monk.

Me: Long-winded Elder Tang?

Dream: You are a monkey, and you are joking about being a teacher.

Me: I am not interested in Huaguoshan, I want to be a queen

Dream: Bone Demon...

Me: If you don’t become a Bone Demon, you won’t be able to accept Tang Seng.

Dream: Only the king of the daughter country is the true love of Elder Tang.

Me: So, I want to be the queen, but if you are Tang Seng, I will abdicate immediately.

Dream: Thank you Lord Ron.

Me: Abdicate and go to the West to learn Buddhist scriptures.

At this time, Meng sent a few expressions of covering their faces and crying.

Me: Is there any other trick?

Dream: Your Majesty, it is very difficult to go to the high mountains and long roads, full of ghosts and ghosts...

Me: It’s okay, it’s you they like to eat.

Dream: That's because they didn't see you.

Me: With Elder Tang's blessing, His Majesty will meet the Tathagata of the Western Paradise safe and sound.

Dream: Quietly ask the holy monk: Is my daughter beautiful?

Me: Elder Tang will not be lonely on this journey, and when he encounters danger, he will definitely smash himself to pieces and dedicate himself to those demons and goblins.On the day when my merits and virtues are consummated, I will definitely feel the deep affection of Elder Tang, and I will seek a god position for you in the Tathagata of the Western Paradise to support you for the rest of your life.

Dream: Your Majesty is already the queen, what more do you need?

Me: The head of a country also wants to live forever.

Dream: The poor monk still cuts a piece of meat and donates it to Her Majesty the Queen, so that he can suffer less from bumps and displacements.

Me: How can I bear it... Although I can live forever, I can't live forever, isn't it boring?

Dream: Wrong, the queen only wants this life, not the next life.

Me: Yes, you have achieved me in this life, and in the next life I will control where you go.

Dream: continue to learn from the road in the next life.

Me: The road to the afterlife, apart from the absence of the queen, has many difficulties, can you still go?

When I asked this question, my fingers were stiff on the keyboard, and my heartbeat seemed to have stopped. I knew the words I wanted to appear on the screen, but I was afraid that the words I expected would appear.Fortunately, Meng seemed to see through my heart, and answered the words that disappointed me a little.He said: "Although there are thousands of people, I will go! The poor monk devotes himself to the Buddha and does not ask other questions."

It was lower than my inner expectations, and I still typed out a line unwillingly: Then the king will ask the Tathagata Buddha to transform a Heart Sutra for you to recite day and night.I want to see how you pick it up, but who knows that Meng Meng sent directly a full text of the Heart Sutra: Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, who walks the deep Prajna Paramita for a long time, sees that all five aggregates are empty, and overcomes all hardships.Relic, color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, and the same is true of thinking and knowing.Sarira is the empty phase of all dharmas, neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor clean, neither increasing nor decreasing.That is why there is no color in the air, no thoughts, no eyes and ears, no color, no scent, no vision, no unconscious.There is no ignorance, nor the end of ignorance, nor even old age and death, nor the end of old age and death.There is no suffering to destroy the way, no wisdom and no gain, because there is no gain.Bodhisattva, according to Prajna Boromito, there is no hindrance in the heart, no hindrance, no terror, far away from reversing dreams, and finally Nirvana.The Buddhas of the third age, according to Prajna Paramita,Ayandro Sanchao Bodhi.It is known that Prajna Paramita is a great deity mantra, a great Ming mantra, an infinite mantra, and an infinite mantra, which can get rid of all suffering and is true and true.So sayPrajna ParamitaThat is to say, cursing: uncovering and uncovering, Boluo reveals, Boluo reveals, Bodhisattva.

I sent him a few sweats and said: I also have one in my bracelet, which I always wear and never leave.

Dream: Can you recite it?

Me: Well, it is necessary. I was able to recite it many years ago. Can you recite it?

Dream: unfamiliar.

Me: I still practice Buddhism.

Dream: The Buddha is in the heart, the wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha stays in the heart.

Me: So it's Jigong, I finally found out your identity.

Dream: The world of mortals came to cross the world, but still the Da Luoxian.

Me: Only when you can cross yourself can you cross others.

Dream: Amitabha, female donor, you are wrong again.

Me: Crossing others and crossing oneself? ?

Dream: To be alive, to be a human being, is to practice. The former head coach of the US National Swimming Team can't swim.

I asked in surprise: How did you teach the team members?

Dream: pointing.

Me: Just like crossing people?That kind of thing can only happen in America, right?

Dream: Buddhism is so vast, how can it not accommodate the United States?

Me: Where do you put God?

Dream: What belongs to God belongs to God, what belongs to Caesar belongs to Caesar, what belongs to Buddha belongs to Buddha.I come, I see, I conquer.

Me: Well, you have won. I saw a Zen poem a few days ago, which is very good. It comes without a trace and goes away without a trace. It goes with the current events; why bother to ask about the floating life, it is only floating in a dream.

Dream: Fame is never as good as leisure.

Me: After all the tossing and tossing is exhausted, people will always be there.

Dream: Do you know the couplets in front of the Hall of Yama?

Me: I forgot, you tell me to listen.

Dream: Traitors in the yang world, it is up to you to harm nature and reason, the underworld, who has been let go throughout the ages.Hengpi: You are here.

me?Is this a horizontal batch? ?I can always do good deeds, I won't enter the Hall of Yama

Dream: But don't ask about your future when you do good deeds.

When passing by the supermarket in the afternoon, I saw Kazuki's wintersweet flowers, which are the kind of elegant yellow flowers, and the fragrance can be smelled from a long distance.I took a short video of Kazuki full of wintersweet flowers and sent it to Moments.The dream told me it was: Gou Ya Mei.I asked him if he had a more elegant name.He said: I don’t know, but I know that the best poet who wrote plums was Lin Bu in Song Dynasty, who had plums as his wife and cranes as his son. You probably know the well-known song "Xiaomei in the Mountain Garden" written by him.

Zhongfang shakes down Du Fuyan, and takes all the style to Xiaoyuan.

Shuying horizontally and shallow water, subtle fragrance floating moon dusk.

Frostbirds want to steal their eyes first, and the white butterflies are like knowing and breaking their souls.

Fortunately, there is a micro-yin that can be linked together, and there is no need for sandalwood to share the golden statue.

There is also Lu You's "Bu Suanzi. Yongmei"

The bridge outside the station is broken, and loneliness opens without a master.

It was already alone at dusk, and it was even more windy and rainy.

Unwilling to struggle hard for spring, Renqun Fang was jealous.

Scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant.

"Plum Blossom" by Wang Anshi

There were a few branches of plum in the corner, and Ling Han opened it alone.

I know it is not snow, because there is a secret fragrance.

I saw these poems describing plum blossoms sent by Meng, and I remembered that Wang Wei also had a poem:

If you come from your hometown, you should know the affairs of your hometown.

In front of the beautiful window in the future, did Hanmei write flowers?

After talking about several poems, I seem to smell the aroma of plum blossoms in the room. I imagined such a picture in my mind. In a small garden with a faint fragrance at dusk, Meng and I sat under the plum blossoms and toasted.. ....