[Comprehensive] Floating dream with one knife

Zhuang Zhou was indeed a hypocrite.

For example, he didn't really like the bowl of fragrant and salty noodles, but he was very hungry, so he ate four bowls.

For example, he actually heard Chu Qian say that when he missed him, he was neither satisfied nor happy, but Chu Qian probably wanted to see him happy and satisfied, so he showed it to him.

For another example, 15 years passed with a flick of a finger, like sand and stones passing through the gap, everything in the world is like flowers in the mirror of the full moon in the water, and everything seems to be floating in the clouds and smoke, which is not very real. It looks like a painted skin doll, with powder and ink covering its face.

These 15 years have been clearly free from disasters and disasters, neither a miserable life experience nor bloody hatred. Awakening in temples, growing up in temples, accompanied by ancient Buddhas with blue lamps and sandalwood scriptures all day long, even the secular world. The words of the market have never been heard or contaminated.

Oil, salt, firewood, rice, poverty and hardship, love parting, long-term resentment, can't ask for it, can't let it go, and never find him, just like the child of destiny.

This is clearly the life he looks forward to loving.

It was clearly the life he had wanted to pursue so hard.

Zhuang Zhou thought countless times without reason or basis.

But every time he wanted to be sincere, he would feel that countless pairs of eyes outside the universe fell on him like ice and snow, and the hot and beating heart in his chest seemed to be hollowed out, leaving only There is a void, desolate, and there is no emotion at all.

It's like the previous life has been exhausted, and there is no more in this life.

Sometimes I think about it, he is just an actor in the clay temple of the Wa people, appearing on stage.

Occasionally, when the moon is full and the moon is waning, the grass grows and the grass grows, and the butterflies fly around, there is a different kind of satisfaction, joy, tranquility and serenity. .

So 15 years.

So 15 years.

He never spoke with anyone to listen to.

Until he dreams about something.

Some trivial things that can no longer be linked together, some people he has never met, and years he has never met.

So, he pushed open the door of the temple.

So he walked into this dunya.This world of mortals.

as a hypocrite.

This hypocritical person is doing something that cannot be hypocritical at this time.

He is reading.

If the whole world can only choose two things that must be true to each other, reading is one, and achieving harmony in life is one.

In front of him was a book that could never be called thick.

On the blue cover, four large characters were written squarely on it.

"Yellow Dust Tales"

If Chu Qian were here, he would laugh at him unscrupulously.

The word huangchen is nothing more than another name for the secular world of mortals, and Zhiyi is nothing more than the whimsy of people who have nothing to do.

The demon fox enters the dream, the red sleeves add fragrance, the gold list is inscribed, the book is written, the evil is promoted, and the good is ranked among the immortals.Throughout the ages, people in the world are nothing but stories like Silian.

It seems that this man was born to enjoy himself.

It seems that good and evil will be rewarded in the end.

People who have something to do and smart people don't believe in this. They believe in the sword in their hands, in power, in love and hatred, in love and hatred.

But never believe in giving and giving.

Zhuang Zhou didn't believe it either.

But he still opened the book.

There is only one line at the beginning:

There are nine days above the nine heavens, and there are still blue sky under the blue sky.

Zhuang Zhou looked at this sentence carefully, as if he was looking at a flower blooming in another world, or a strange unsolved puzzle.

He has read this book countless times.

Since he woke up one night.

He knows every word, every illustration, and even every symbol written in this book.

But he still didn't understand whether the opening sentence was what he had in mind.

No one knows either.

Except for its author.

People from Xinghua Palace.

The author has something to say:

I'm sorry, I'm really busy entering the lab, and I can't spare any time. There is no weekend break or lunch break. From [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] pm, the winter vacation has just started, and the tenth day of the new year begins. I will try my best to update it during this period.Let me make a short chapter first, let me follow the outline!