Poor Ghost Up and Down 2000

One day, a pilgrim wearing a bamboo hat walked into the back mountain alone.

There is a thin smoke in the back mountain, except for the sound of chanting sutras and the reverberation of bells in the distance, there is no other sound.

There is a temple in the mountain, and an old monk stands in the temple. He stands in front of a Buddha statue, reciting Buddhist scriptures in a low voice.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind him.

"Monk, let me ask you a question. The Buddha said put down the butcher's knife, so what's the point of killing?"

The sound of chanting stopped, the old monk opened his closed eyes and turned his head.

He saw a man wearing a bamboo hat and a black rapier hanging from his waist.

After staying for a long time, the old monk laughed, shook his head and said.

"Xuanzang, I still don't understand."

It's like he still doesn't understand why his Buddha heart moved when she wrote her name on his palm.

There are always things in the world that the Buddha cannot explain, in that one cause and one effect.

Uh, I forgot yesterday, I only remembered after seeing the comments, although it is late, but I still wish everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival.

Chapter 477: Beans and Rice

It is the festive season under the moon in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and the lanterns in Chang'an are like daytime.In a pavilion, the two drink together.

Gu Nan held the wine glass in his hand, the wine swayed in the glass, reflecting the light, and there were many empty wine jars on the floor of the pavilion.

But most of these wines were not drunk by her, she was not such an alcoholic person, it was another person who drank these wines.

She raised her eyes and looked to the other side of the pavilion. It was a literati, wearing a loose white dress, leaning on the railing of the pavilion, holding a wine glass obliquely.

It seems to be drunk, but it also seems to be very clear.

"Taibai, you drank too much." Gu Nan put down the glass and said, "How about I take you home?"

The person who was called Taibai by Gu Nan shook his head, looked at Gu Nan with sleepy eyes, and smiled.

"Not much, the alcohol is just right, why are there so many?"

"Then if you get drunk to death again." Gu Nan said helplessly, "Don't blame me for leaving you here."

"The wine is still warm, with old friends by your side, how can you not get drunk?"

Taibai laughed out loud, stood up, and walked to the side of the pavilion with some trembling.

Looking at the street far away from the pavilion, the lights were brilliant, maybe the lights were too bright, so he closed his eyes slightly.

"Besides, it's good to be able to die drunk in the lights of this world, isn't it?"

He raised his head and slowly drank the wine in the glass in his hand.

Seeing that this person refused to leave, Gu Nan could only have another drink with him.

Li Taibai was stunned for a moment after drinking, then pointed to the streets of Chang'an and said.

"Gu Layman, ten years ago today, you and I were also drunk in Chang'an City. The scene at that time seems to be still in my mind, but I didn't expect it. Thinking about it, ten years have passed."

Hearing his emotion, Gu Nanxu nodded while holding the wine glass: "Yes, it's been ten years."

Li Taibai laughed again, with a half-drunk and half-awake expression: "Next year today, will the layman come again?"

"Who knows, maybe it will, maybe it won't." Gu Nan's voice was soft, and she seldom promised others anything, because she was afraid that after a long time, she would forget.

It may be that Gu Nan's answer was within his expectation, Li Taibai sat on the ground with his usual expression, and patted the empty wine jar on the ground drunkenly: "Then next year, Taibai will wait for the layman for a while. If the layman doesn't come , I drank the wine myself."

Looking at this drunkard, Gu Nan smiled wryly, but did not speak.

The empty wine jars fell to the ground, and Li Taibai sat between the wine jars, probably drowsy from the wine, shaking his head.

"Layman, Taibai has always called you a layman, but I don't know if a layman has a name?"

"Font size." Gu Nan thought for a while, then looked sideways at him and said.

"Just call it Changsheng."

"Longevity." Li Taibai read these two words, and the corners of his lips curled up: "It's a bit vulgar, but it's just right for a layman to use."

"It's just right." Gu Nan agreed, and seemed to be talking to himself.

It's cool at night.

In the pavilion, Li Taibai raised an empty wine glass to the stars and moon in the sky.

"Baiyujing in the sky, twelfth floor and five cities. Immortals caress my top, tie my hair and receive longevity."

The poem was chanted with a long voice, as if it had really been transmitted to the Baiyujing in the sky in the poem, and an immortal listened to it.

Things change.

In the Song Dynasty, when Hu captives entered the country, one of them rushed to the crown and became angry. He sang songs all over the river and rode all over the place.

In the Ming Dynasty, when the waves were raging, one person stood on the prow of a giant ship with a cloak behind him.He held a map in his hand. This map was given to him by a person back then. He said that it was on it, which depicted the world.

Before the waves, he opened the map, and the world drawn on it was a sphere.Clenching his hands tightly, he raised his eyes to see the endless waves, took a deep breath, and waved his hands to the countless ships behind him.

"Sail!"

After the Ming Dynasty, I heard that there was a person named Pu Songling who liked to collect strange things all his life. Every day he would set up a small table outside his house with a pot of tea, and invite passers-by to sit down and drink together and talk about strange things.

And he himself will write down these anecdotes one by one, polish and integrate them.

One day, he set up a tea table in front of his house as usual, and at noon, a man came over.

Wearing a bamboo hat, she asked at the tea table, "I have a story, do you want to hear it, sir?"

Pu Songling smiled and said, "Naturally."

The man with the bamboo hat sat down and said slowly.

"This story is called Longevity."

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The long flow of history is like a rolling river, carrying countless old things and old people far away, but there is one person who has been standing outside the river.

She has experienced the Battle of Changping and witnessed the murder of tens of thousands of people.She once led the great Qin iron cavalry to conquer the world with the six kingdoms.She has seen three parts of the world broken into mountains and rivers, and she has also heard the curling sound of the Longzhong piano.She was drunk in the prosperous age of Zhenguan, and she traveled all over the rivers and rivers in the fleeting years.