Harry Potter Morning Light

Haji heard Felix say that the "Professor" has a very magical magic tool called the Pensieve, which contains liquid and memory. When the user buries his head in the Pensieve, he will enter that memory and can see what happened in the past, but the people and events that appear in the memory cannot detect the existence of the user.

But the water in a basin is not as good as a bucket, a bucket is not as good as a stream, a stream is not as good as a lake, and a lake is not as good as the sea.

Haji looked at the small lake in front of him. There were two swans in the lake, and they paddled leisurely in the pond with several black-headed geese.

There are sphinxes everywhere in this park, and they are in different shapes. Some of them are Egyptian-style at a glance, and the other one has the face and upper body of a girl, and a child is riding on their back. Both sphinx hairstyles have French curls.

"Strange place." Haji said with trepidation.

"Good afternoon." A man said behind Haji.

Haji turned his head, even a person as familiar as he could not help but be taken aback by the person in front of him.

He was wearing a robe, but it was not an ordinary robe. To be precise, he was wearing a monk's robe with a bald head. There are also monasteries in London, which means that it was a French monk who disturbed Haji's cleanliness.

"Good afternoon." Haji also said in English.

"I heard about you from Mrs. Gnife, and you plan to send your son to learn ballet," asked the monk.

"I'm thinking about it." Haji looked at the monk. "Are you also here to appreciate the ballet?"

The monk laughed, "Do you know how this garden came about?"

"I heard it was done by Marie Antoinette," Hage said.

"In fact, she made a bet with the Duke of Artois. This place was funded by the Duke."

"Oh." Hadji said dully.

"Do you like this place?" the monk asked.

Haji wanted to be polite.

"No," Haji replied, "I find it annoying."

"Why?"

"It's all fake," Haji said.

"Why do you feel that way?" said the monk.

"I'm different from you, I was a soldier..."

"The first ruler thinks so too." The monk interrupted Haji, "I saw his eyes and felt that he wanted to destroy it rather than spend money to rebuild it. There is a racecourse next to it, rather than admiring it." Ballet, he prefers to go there to watch people race horses, sometimes they will bet a little money."

Haji thought of the British racetrack, and recalled the cheers of the audience in the arena, and felt a lot more relaxed.

"She is very good at flattery. I heard that she ordered a ceramic table at the Sevres ceramic factory as a birthday present for him." Monk said.

"who?"

"Mrs. Sevres, or you can call her Princess, that command table can be used to place maps." The monk sighed, "She positioned him as a commander, although about Serphine calls the First Consul General."

"What's the difference? Aren't they all flatterers?"

"I told you the story about the command table, don't you still understand?" the monk asked.

Haji looked at him ignorantly.

"The first ruling marshal's baton will be pointed on the map on the table, and you imagine yourself in that position."

"Oh!" Haji suddenly realized.

"That's why the First Consul, who doesn't like gambling, allowed them to bet on horses under his nose."

"I don't think this is something a monk should know," Haji said.

"The First Consul doesn't like atheists." The monk said, "Kant believed that moral teleology was a theology established to make up for the defects of natural teleology. It can be based on a kind of ghost theology."

Haji was stunned.

"Do you believe in heaven and hell?" the monk asked.

Haji didn't know how to answer, but the monk went on self-sufficiently, "People will go to heaven or hell after death. The same is true in Buddhism. After death, the soul will enter the six realms of reincarnation. If there is nothing after death If there is no soul, there will be no ghosts, so whether it is heaven, hell or the six realms of reincarnation, people will not be able to maintain awe. If we do not do good deeds while alive, it will not affect the judgment after death. We are afraid Looking at the afterlife, fearing the omniscient gods who will watch our every move, so that people will do moral things, it is not a wise choice to be a priest now, so I chose to be a monk."

"Why are you telling me this?" Haji asked.

"You and I are not from the same world. Where are you serving as a soldier?" the monk asked.

"Caucasus," Hadji said.

"Ever been to the Alps?"

Haji shook his head.

"I have been there, and it was winter, even the locals stayed indoors and did not go out for activities." The monk said, "The king and the parliament did not issue expulsion orders to the nobles, which prevented us from crossing the border. Many people made up their minds to do whatever they could. The price is fleeing to Switzerland, Italy and Germany, the Alps are full of dense forests, we are rounded up like wild animals, and if we are caught, we are brought home and then executed by guillotine, Choiseul and others Some unfortunate people were abandoned in Normandy because of a shipwreck. International law was not enough to protect them, but they got the mercy of the people and temporarily saved their lives. I lost my sister in the mountains. I tried to save her, but she stepped on the ground. Everything happened too fast.”

Haji was silent, waiting for the monk to continue speaking.

"A robber may be tried by a tribunal, but an exile may be shot on the spot, without even the briefest legal procedure. When I have gone through all this, and come back to this garden, I have the same feeling. This feeling, it is not real at all, it is illusory, at this time I thought of Buddhism, the Buddha let people see through the red world, I read a book written by the monk 'One Line' translated by a missionary, in a rainy season, Ananda Buddha proposed I asked a question of distress. The reason why people have suffering is because of birth and death. The thought of death is because of the thought of birth. These delusional thoughts are all because of the independent individual existence of "I". Grasping, grasping is because of love and desire, we are trapped in the contact of the six sense organs and the six dusts, and the mind cannot be kept clear and peaceful. A female believer named Qingxie comes to the monastery every day to listen to lectures. She always wears a beautiful sari, holds a bouquet of flowers, and smiles on her face. After a few days, her belly gradually grew bigger, and one day the Buddha preached At that time, she suddenly stood up in front of everyone, "Master Gotama, you are so eloquent and have such respect for your status, but you completely ignore me, a woman who has been pregnant by you. My child is yours, and you are willing to do it for me." Is your own flesh and blood responsible?" There was a commotion among the crowd, everyone looked at the Buddha, but the Buddha smiled and said, "Girl, only you and I know whether your birth is true or not." Everyone couldn't bear their surprise. Standing up angrily, Qing Xie suddenly felt frightened, afraid that someone would beat her up, so she wanted to run away. In the panic, she accidentally fell down, and when she was struggling to stand up, a big, round wooden block hit her. She fell from her stomach to the ground, and then her stomach became flat. The Buddha did not pursue her responsibility. After she left, he said, "Believers, just as light dispels darkness, the way of enlightenment can pull down the blockage of ignorance, like a lion." Roaring through countless false views and heresies, shocking the heresies, and immediately awakening the ignorant and stunned people', I came here to practice the 'lion's roar', do you want to beat me now or listen to me continue Go on?" the monk asked.

"Why did I hit you?" Hadji asked.

"Let me tell you, I am an exile. The reason we desperately want to flee is because this country is no longer safe for us. There are many people who want to hurt us." The monk said calmly, "I lost everything, my family All the wealth has been divided up, and I don't want to come back, and I don't want to take revenge like everyone else."

Haji didn't answer.

"If a nobleman were spared, the Jacobins would all be guillotined, as they had done to the nobles, but the First Consul banned this murderous decree and allowed a part of the amnesty to go to Holland Frontier, I suppose he differs from the common Jacobins, provided that he demands that the exiles cease to be armed against the republic."

"I've heard of exiled nobles who have gone to England," Hage said.

"That's right, those people won't give up." The monk said, "I was educated since I was a child to be loyal and loyal to the king, but now my family members are loyal to the first ruler, I think I will go crazy if I don't go out. "

"Didn't you say your sister died?" Haji asked.

"Maybe it's because everything I just said was a lie to you," said the monk.

"A monk can't lie."

"But I'm not a monk. I'm married and have two children," said the monk.

"You're crazy," said Haji impatiently.

"People suffer because of obsession and love. I don't have it now, so I don't have any distress." The monk smiled and said, "Don't you envy me?"

Haji looked at the monk.

"I once had a dream. In the dream, I dreamed that I was lying in a stream, but when I 'woke up', I was still alive. People who commit suicide will go to hell. So, am I in hell? " asked the monk.

"I think you should see a therapist," Haji said.

"I served Louis XVI's family here, and they looked very happy at that time." The monk said, "Now I am serving the new royal family, and they look very good, especially when they are racing horses."

Hage thought of the Bonapartists shot by Louis XVIII, and those deported to America.

"It's a hell of flowers," Haji said. "Behind the flowers are traps."

The monk smiled.

"Those ballet girls are the 'spies' of the first ruling. They are cultivated by spying on the political positions of the actors backstage. If you are a smart person, don't send your son or daughter to this school."

"Why are you telling me this?" Haji asked.

"It's because you've listened to me for so long." The monk said with a smile, "If you leave halfway, you won't know my last suggestion. This is our fate, not to mention who would believe that those little girls are spies. ?”

Haji looked at the two swans.

"Do you want to leave here?" the monk asked.

"You know how to leave?" Hadji asked.

"No." said the monk.

"Then you still ask?" Haji rolled his eyes impatiently.

"That's why some people choose to stay instead of fleeing, because they don't know how to leave, and they don't know how to browse the Alps." The monk said, "Even if they may go to the guillotine or be put in a prison at any time, they don't know How to break through the blockade."

Haji looked at the monk again.

"They fled at the risk of their lives just for safety and the freedom to pray to God, why are they so devout and God doesn't protect them?" the monk asked.

"God doesn't always open his eyes." Haji sneered, "It won't watch us all the time."

"Excluding the first ruler, his police often monitor us near our house." The monk finished with a smile, then turned and left.

Haji froze for a moment, and looked around, as if looking for where those monitoring eyes were.