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The slightly drunken wind blows from the Erhai Lake, bringing refreshing freshness;

Xu Fugui enjoyed this moment very much. He always thought that maybe it was because he was older, and he also felt that maybe he didn't have the ambition. In short, he was very greedy for everything in this world, as if he had just returned to the city to take the exam. When I was in college, I always liked to sit in the flower garden of the university for most of the day. However, the college students in the few years after the college entrance examination were just resumed were older, so there was nothing to be embarrassed about. On the contrary, I could occasionally meet them. I met a few like-minded friends, sitting together by the flower garden, not chatting or talking, and occasionally passing a few low-quality cigarettes to each other.

Standing on the high tower, looking at the beautiful scenery in the distance, and holding a cup of Maotai in his hand, Xu Fugui felt that he was very comfortable now, at least much better than when he was an educated youth and couldn't eat enough.

"Drinking alone?"

An old monk wearing cassocks walked up slowly. There are no monks in Chongsheng Temple. Although the country is funding its renovation recently, it is still a little deserted.

Perhaps, in twenty years this place will become a famous tourist attraction.

"Well, let's drink alone." Xu Fugui responded, "Master, would you like to have a drink too?"

"Amitabha, a poor monk is not willing to break the precepts."

But as soon as he finished speaking, the master's body suddenly trembled and became a little blurry. Then, a young figure came out of his body.

This man took the wine glass handed over by Xu Fugui, took a sip of wine, and made a crisp sound with his mouth, "The wine is good, did you bring it yourself?"

Xu Fugui has long been used to this. This eminent monk from Yunnan is relatively familiar with him. This guy integrated Buddhism into strengthening and forcibly cultivated his three-generation self, old, middle and young, and It can be switched at any time, and according to him, when he first became enlightened, he was buried with his middle-aged self.

Although Zhengdao's burial with a tombstone was just a formality, the master's middle-aged self has not manifested since then.

According to the master himself, the old self is the current self. The young self has not yet become a monk. It can be used to drink, eat and enjoy life without being affected by the rules and regulations. So, what is the middle-aged self? If there is no use for it, it is better to throw it away. The simplest meaning of becoming a monk is to leave home and throw away all the burdens that can be thrown away.

"Your friend should be out soon." After the master drank the wine, he returned to the appearance of an old monk, with wrinkles and ravines on his face, full of vicissitudes of life.

"Well, soon." Xu Fugui guessed.

Su Yuhang went to the place where he attained enlightenment to attain enlightenment. This was just a formality.

"When are you going to attain enlightenment?" the master asked again.

"Soon."

"hehe."

The two were silent for a while, and the master took the initiative to break the silence:

"You can see things that I can't see, and touch causes and effects that I dare not touch, so I can't give you much advice, but I always feel that your friend is a bit strange."

The master seemed to be hesitating whether to talk about this topic, because he could see that Fugui had an extraordinary relationship with the young man named Su Yuhang. This relationship can be called "friendship", and the term "friendship" Planting something is definitely a luxury that cannot be more luxurious among listeners.

"Tell me more specifically." Xu Fugui is still the same honest and honest person. He has always been like this. He doesn't talk much and likes to agree. So when he is with Su Yuhang, Su Yuhang often talks about it. He agrees. What does Su Yuhang do? He was there to help, like a shy big brother.

"He has a talent that shocks me." The master said seriously, seemingly with a little emotion, "but the speed at which his strength improves is not that exaggerated."

"so what?"

"So, he has a big heart."

"Literati always pay attention to having the world in mind." Xu Fugui said disapprovingly.

"Haha, maybe, but the poor monk has lived for almost a hundred years and has seen many things. I can't see through that one, and I don't dare to look at it."

"Okay, Master, you are over 90 years old and you are an audience member and you can still reach enlightenment step by step. You don't dare to look at him, and I don't dare to look at you."

"You, you." The master shook his head and said nothing, but he could see that Xu Fugui was not afraid to look, but was "rarely confused."

Ahead, a young man walked from the Erhai Lake. He walked very slowly, but his figure kept flickering back and forth, as if he had moved several kilometers in a blink of an eye.

From the shore of Erhai Lake to Chongsheng Temple, he seemed to have only walked a few steps.

Then the next moment, he appeared at the top of the tower, standing behind Xu Fugui and the master.

The clothes are fluttering and unrestrained. Twenty years later, Hanfu has gradually become popular in many circles. However, for adult men, if you wear Hanfu without a beard, you will easily look like a eunuch. , but this kind of thing does not exist with this person. His temperament fits so well with these clothes.

"Amitabha." Even though he had just spoken ill of the other party, the master still saluted Su Yuhang with his hands clasped together. He has lived for almost a hundred years. Even if he is not an audience, he has always maintained absolute sobriety at such an old age. It was enough for him to become a master through cultivation.

"How do you feel?" Xu Fugui asked.

"Fortunately, I just felt someone was looking at me when I was enlightened." Su Yuhang said with a smile, "Moreover, I feel that the person looking at me is not now, but in the future."

"It seems that you have learned my skills." Xu Fugui chuckled, still so honest.

"I raised it casually. No matter who he is, I can always teach him a lesson." Su Yuhang turned around, looked at the master, and said: "Master, the Shura field where you said you were found, now we Can you go?"

"But wealth has not yet been enlightened." The master said.

"I'm not in a hurry, I'm not in a hurry." Xu Fugui said, "But the place you discovered was an ancient battlefield that was isolated by the Qin army's warlocks. Since it is already on the verge of collapse, we'd better go in and take a look as soon as possible. Let’s see, so as not to leave any regrets.”

"Things that should collapse will collapse sooner or later, and we are not in a hurry at this time. In addition, the isolated ancient battlefield has been riddled with holes for two thousand years. I don't know how much debris has been absorbed. Now it may be a There’s nothing to see in the garbage dump.”

"Go and have a look." Su Yuhang seemed impatient, "It is said to be the birthplace of hell."

Yes, maybe a long time ago, someone entered there by mistake and saw that horrific scene. After returning and narrating it to others, the legend of hell slowly evolved, and then the hells of the ten directions and King Yama appeared. According to the story, even now, people occasionally enter that place by mistake. Some people enter and fail to come out. Some people are confused when they come out, and they keep shouting words about hell and the devil.

Therefore, some myths and legends are not completely groundless. Of course, thousands of years of oral transmission will definitely require a lot of artistic processing, but this so-called hell does exist.

It’s just that it’s not the place where yin and yang reincarnate, and the soul of a person doesn’t go there after death. It’s just a forgotten space. A Qin army fought here two thousand years ago, and it was so abandoned that it has become a “junk” now. between".

Seeing that Xu Fugui and Su Yuhang were so insistent, the master no longer shied away, and nodded immediately, "Let the poor monk prepare first. It is not easy for the body to enter that place, especially since two of the three of us have already attained enlightenment. , entering there in the physical body can easily crush that place directly, so we can only sneak in there as souls."

Su Yuhang and Xu Fugui nodded when they heard this.

"What do you want to eat tonight?" the master asked, "I'll have someone prepare it. Let's set off at midnight."

"Whatever." Su Yuhang didn't take it seriously. He wasn't very interested in eating except what he cooked himself.

"I want to eat some meat and some wine." Xu Fugui stated his request.

The master heard this and walked down the tower with a smile.

"Your child, counting the time, will be born soon." Xu Fugui asked Su Yuhang after the master left.

"Well, it's almost time. When this hell is over, I will wait for the child to be born." Su Yuhang took out a cigarette and bit it in his mouth. It can be seen that his interest was not high, even just now The enlightenment was successful, but there was no trace of high-spiritedness in him.

"Why aren't you happy when you become a big boss?" Xu Fugui asked.

"No matter how big the boss is, compared to other listeners, in the eyes of the broadcaster, he is just a bigger ant." Su Yuhang chewed tobacco in his mouth, "No matter how big the boss is after his enlightenment, he is still bigger than the broadcaster."

"Yes." Xu Fugui agreed.

The two of them stood here and blew the wind for a while before walking down the pagoda. It happened that the master was still down there, seeming to be talking to the construction team about some details. This renovation was actually a kind of cultural relic protection work. Naturally, You have to be more careful. After all, you are not building a building.

Someone in the construction team was taking photos and archiving them with a camera that was relatively new at the time. Xu Fugui became interested and waved to the young man, leaned over and whispered a few words to him, then stuffed a pack of cigarettes over. Young and sensible, he nodded.

"Come on, come on, take a picture, just treat it as a trip." Xu Fugui pulled Su Yuhang and stood together with the master.

Su Yuhang was a little speechless, and the master also smiled a little.

But neither of them wanted to dampen Xu Fugui's interest, so they stood side by side with him.

The young man took the camera and adjusted the focus.

He shouted: "Come on, smile, it's done!"

"Crack!"

a photo,

In the middle is the young Su Yuhang, on the left is the fat old Fugui, and on the right is the old master.

Behind the three people,

It is the towering three pagodas of Chongsheng Temple.