The Buddha said that all conditioned dharmas are the sum of causes and conditions. Dependents arise from time to time, and when conditions cease, they are nothing more than this.
I have been watering it on the bank of the Wangchuan River for three hundred years, but it has never bloomed. I don't know whether it is because the time for karma and fate has not yet come, or because the fate between it and me ended long before it sprouted.
It was simply like this, it couldn’t bloom. So, I recited the Buddha’s words silently and watered it again.
This flower is not a datura flower. In fact, Po Meng doesn’t know what kind of flower it is. She said that if this flower cannot be named, it can only be attributed to one kind of flower, called "Niehai flower". I carefully turned over its leaves.
I turned over it and read it countless times, but I still can't figure out why I planted a "Niehai" flower.
Since it is a "sea of evil" flower, let's shovel it, but thinking about it, I can't bear to let a sea of evil into the Wangchuan River, so I have to put down the shovel, cultivate the sand under its feet again, and then plant it again.
Pour some water.
As for me, who knows if I shovel him down, it will be the beginning of another bad fate?
Later, I thought about it, since it has grown out, let it take its course. After all, it is a life. There should be no difference between standing at the feet of Buddha and growing at my feet, so let it go.
Just let it go!
Let it go?
Just let it go!
Just let it go...
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I often stand by the Wangchuan River and water it day and night. I probably watered it too much in the Wangchuan River, and it became a little wilted.
But I have never drank Wangchuan water.
A soul cannot feel thirsty.
For many years, Mrs. Meng often tempted me to drink her soup, but I often saw her intention at a glance and said, I remember I came here to find something, and then I just looked at it. The world is a mystery.
Yes, the ghost world is simple. When Po Meng saw that I didn’t drink soup, she stopped teasing me and gave me two bamboos she had recently picked up from the Wangchuan River. She said, go and make your shed look better.
After it is completed, it will be more enjoyable for my guests to sit there, drink soup and enjoy the scenery.
I turned my head and took a closer look at the empty Wangchuan River, and then looked at the empty sea of sand on the river bank, and asked, this... I can't see anything, how do I feel?
Mrs. Meng hit me on the head with a bamboo pole and said bitterly, "You also know that there is no scenery, so you haven't drank soup for three hundred years, but there is no bridge. What are you looking at?"
I swallowed my saliva and answered cautiously, I am really looking for something. Of course, I will stop by to accompany you. Look, there are so many passers-by, but they don't talk to you very much. Aren't you feeling lonely?
Mrs. Meng hit me on the head with a stick again and said, I am used to it, but what if you set a precedent and no one on the river bank is willing to cross the river?
I thought about it and said, they are not qualified to stop for such a long time!
Mrs. Meng stopped talking and concentrated on opening the next pot of soup. She said, "Are you so confident that you can find it?"
This time it's my turn and I can't answer. Souls are relatively simple and can't lie.
So I picked up the shovel, left Po Meng's stall, and then continued back into the sea of sand, continuing to dig inch by inch. Taoist Zhen's last words said that he buried the bones on the bank of the Styx River. It should not be false.
Yes, because the punishments I inflicted on him with the body of the resentful soul were not fake.
I don’t know how long I have been digging, but I still found nothing. There is no sun or moon on the bank of the Styx River, only eternal gray and white, and I can’t tell the time. Anyway, when I am tired of digging, I will go to sleep in my shed or go to Po Meng’s stall.
Just talk to him and see what day it is, and you won't have any other thoughts, so you won't have any worries.
One thing I don’t know whether Po Meng knows is that you can often tell how much time has passed by looking at his guests. Because the souls who come in summer wear less clothes, and the souls who come in winter wear more clothes. Just based on this
With just one click, you can know how much time has passed, that is, by counting the number of such rotations, you can simply calculate how many years have passed.
I calculated based on this fact that I have been here for three hundred years.
You wouldn't know if you didn't dig, but you'd be surprised when you dug. It turns out that there are many things under the sand, but because no one had dug them and the wind had blown them for a long time, they were all buried underneath.
I don’t know if I am a good person, but digging for these things is like digging for treasures. It has become the only bright spot in my monotonous life for so many years.
For example, the day before yesterday, I dug up an embroidered shoe with a pair of mandarin ducks embroidered on it. It was very beautiful. I gave it to Po Meng. Po Meng was very happy and asked me for another one. I said, "I didn't dig it out."
He said it was a pity, and then threw the beautiful embroidered shoe into the Wangchuan River without my consent.
I stamped my feet anxiously, this thing is a handicraft! It's fine to just leave it where I am to look at it.
Po Meng's face darkened and she spat, "Do you think this bank of the River Styx is a market?"
What I dug up the day before yesterday was a handkerchief. I don’t know which woman’s embroidered handkerchief belongs to which life. There are four lines of poems written on it: The green lantern faces the solitary shadow. The man walks on the ridge. The moon is as thin as a hook. When I enter the dream, I accompany the slave heart. I
Although I felt that the poem was not too formal, it was very picturesque, so I couldn't help but show it to Po Meng.
Po Meng smiled, threw it back to me, and said with a smile: "Go, do you think of the brothel's little soul's thing as a treasure?"
I smiled and stuffed the handkerchief into my waist, and said, just think that she is thinking of me, that's good.
Just because it was so exciting, I suddenly remembered that in the three years of my previous life, Yanran had never written me a love poem, let alone embroidered a handkerchief for me. All she had given me were pages and pages of how to publish them.
Strategic articles based on your own opinions are as tasteless as chewing wax.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but slap myself. Why am I thinking of her again?
So for the sake of balance, I thought about Tianyao.
At the beginning of my previous life, I was just an ordinary scholar. My poor family meant that I had to work part-time to complete my studies. I had to go to the fields to plant rice in spring, harvest wheat in early summer, pick melons in midsummer, and harvest in autumn.
In autumn and winter there was not much work to do, so I went into the mountains to cut firewood and burn charcoal and then sold it to rich families, so that I could earn enough books to study.
After being selected as a scholar, I have some capital, so I don’t have to do these physical labors, but can teach while taking the imperial examination. I think I am relatively lucky, and I passed the imperial examination smoothly, but the imperial examination is not so easy. 10
When I was eight years old, I failed the imperial examination.
I thought about giving up. Anyway, I can already live and work in peace as a civil servant, so why bother to force myself to become a Jinshi?
When my classmates went to a brothel, I went without thinking.
But they drank flower wine, but I drank too much and couldn't spend it. I vomited so much that I almost drowned in the vomit. The boss saw that no one paid the bill, so he kept me in the
I was waiting in the woodshed to wake up, but I woke up before he could wait until the next day.
In the middle of the night, I was a little panicked. How could I drink and become a prisoner?