Who will wake up first from the big dream? I know it in my life.
Looking at the awakening Fahai, Zhang Heng asked: "What did you dream about?"
Fahai answered truthfully: "Woman!"
Zhang Heng asked again: "What did you realize?"
Fahai remained silent.
Friendship, love, compassion, passion.
What exactly does he want for the girl?
Fahai couldn't think clearly and was confused. Fahai looked confused.
Seeing the expression on his face, Zhang Heng spoke for the third time: "What did you get?"
"What did you get?"
The confusion on Fa Hai's face became even stronger.
Yes, what did you get?
After a burst of greed, instead of being fulfilled, his heart became increasingly empty.
He seemed to have gained something, but also seemed to have gained nothing.
"Dream."
Zhang Heng once again used his dream technique.
In this life, Fahai was no longer a monk, but was born into a family of officials.
Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. When he was three years old, his father, who was an official abroad, died of illness while on duty, and the mainstay of the family collapsed.
When she was seven years old, my mother accidentally caught a cold and fell ill.
Before leaving, he spent all his family savings to find a matchmaker for Fahai.
She is the daughter of the pig butcher at the east end of the village. She is nine years older than Fahai and is sixteen this year.
Being a pig butcher was a lowly profession in ancient times. Although you had no worries about food and clothing, your status was not high and you were mostly despised by your neighbors.
Taking Fan Jin's election as an example, Hu Butcher's daughter was already in her thirties when she married Fan Jin.
A young girl in her thirties would definitely be a leftover fighter in ancient times.
Doesn’t Butcher Hu not want his daughter to get married?
Of course not, it was because there was no good man willing to marry her, so matchmakers came to her door, and the man was either cross-eyed or lame, and it was delayed every time he came.
The same goes for Liaozhai World.
The daughters of pig butchers generally cannot marry into good families.
Although Fahai's family was defeated, they still had a seventh-grade county magistrate, so Zhujiang was quite satisfied with the marriage.
Go to church, get married, everything is simple.
The daughter-in-law came in, drank two sips of tea, said hello three times, and Fahai's old mother left.
Today we are happy, tomorrow we are mourning in vain.
Yun Niang, a newcomer, said she was Fahai's wife, but Fahai was only seven years old and she was sixteen, almost like a little mother.
As spring goes and autumn comes, Fahai grows up day by day.
Yun Niang is good at housework. She helps people with laundry and chores on weekdays. In addition, her father, who is a butcher, helps her a little, so she can still have three meals a day.
In the blink of an eye, Fahai turned twelve.
Yun Niang was twenty-one this year. She looked no different from a thirty-year-old woman because she worked often and was exposed to wind and sun.
Privately, peers of the same age call Fahai my little husband.
Because the gossipy women in the village tease Yun Niang all day long: "Yun Niang, where is your little husband?"
Over time, "Little Husband" became Fahai's exclusive title.
Another two years.
Fa Hai is fourteen years old and Yun Niang is twenty-three.
Over the years, the family had saved some money, so Yun Niang wanted to let Fahai go to school and revive the family.
Unexpectedly, Fahai has a high level of understanding and is an excellent reader.
He was selected as a scholar in just three years, and he was selected as a scholar four years later. At the age of twenty-one, he became a well-known talent.
At this time, Yun Niang was already thirty years old, and she looked as if she was forty.
In the past, when friends from his classmates came to visit, Fahai never introduced Yun Niang to his friends.
He had had enough of the word "younger husband" and just said he was a distant relative staying at home.
Yun Niang saw it and kept smiling, and from then on she rarely went out.
Next, Fahai became a civil servant and fully enjoyed the privileges of feudal society.
Every day, many people come to flatter him, some give him land, some give him shops. The squires from ten miles and eight villages all know that the 21-year-old Juren, even if he fails to pass the Jinshi examination in the future, just to fill the vacancy, at least
He is also a county magistrate, and everyone is happy to make friends with him.
After all, Fahai is young and can afford to wait.
If it doesn't work in one year, then it will be two years; if it doesn't work in two years, it will be three years. Wherever there is an official vacancy, it can be easily filled.
What's more, for a 21-year-old Juren, who dares to say that he will not be able to win the Jinshi in the future.
So all of a sudden, Fahai's family changed every day. They had land, a shop, a house, and even some ruins. The couple came to work as servants for protection.
Yun Niang saw everything with her eyes.
In just a few days, Fahai earned money that she had not transferred to her for more than ten years of housework.
There are also shops queuing up to ask him to write inscriptions, and they don’t even have to ask for the retouching fee, which starts at just one hundred taels, claiming that they are lucky enough to be blessed by Wenquxing.
Is this a good thing?
That should be the case. There is plenty of food and fish at home, and there are even servants to call on you.
But Yunniang couldn't laugh. She married Fahai at the age of sixteen. These roles have always been in demand.
Nowadays, Fa Hai no longer needs her. Her younger husband is Wen Quxing, a 21-year-old Juren, and she herself is a 30-year-old butcher's daughter who has never seen the world and can't read a bunch of Chinese characters.
, a vulgar person.
"So I heard, the origin of love is hatred, Hu Han's point of no return, one side loses, one side weeps, one side is satisfied, one side is cruel."
Yun Niang lived in seclusion and made offerings to the Bodhisattva in her room.
She has never read a book and cannot understand Buddhist scriptures. Even the word "Hum" in "Om", "Mah", "Ne", "Ba", "Mi" and "Hum" is pronounced as "cow".
But she read it very seriously because she wanted to pray for Fa Hai.
Although Fa Hai did not admit it, in Yun Niang's heart, she would always be the wife he married in eight sedan chairs.
The year of twenty-six.
Fahai went to Beijing to take the exam and came second in the high school exam.
This year, Yun Niang was thirty-five years old. Because she had been helping people wash clothes when she was a girl, she suffered from severe rheumatism and her back was not straight.
In the same year, Fahai went to a banquet in Qionglin and beat his horse in front of Yujie in the middle of the night.
The next year, I returned to my hometown honorably and took leave of absence.
When I got home, no one answered the door and there were weeds growing in the yard.
Fahai looked confused and called his neighbors to ask questions.
After asking, I found out that in the second month after I went to Beijing to take the exam, Yun Niang contracted the plague.
In order not to delay his imperial examination, no one was allowed to notify him, so he had to suffer hard at home.
Two months later, Yun Niang still couldn't get over it and died of illness.
The funeral was organized by my maternal uncle, and the person was buried in the woods to the east of the village, the one without a tombstone.
Hear these words.
Fahai hurried to the woods east of the village.
When he saw it, he saw a new grave without a tombstone, standing at the feet of his parents.
According to funeral customs, the graves of children are placed at the feet of their parents, which represents filial piety.
The wordless tombstone means that Yun Niang doesn't know what happened to her.
She is said to be Fahai's wife, but the two have never been married.
He said that she was not Fahai's wife, but that she was the daughter-in-law who was brought back in a big sedan chair and handed tea to her mother-in-law.
Fortunately, there is no word left on the tombstone, so you can write whatever you want.
If you don't recognize her as your wife, it will be a lot of trouble to change it if you write it down.
Before she died, Yun Niang was still thinking like this.
"Yunniang!"
Looking at the tombstone without words.
Fahai burst into tears, feeling extremely reluctant and heartbroken: "Is this love?"
Huangliang is a dream.
The third life.
In this life, Fahai became an abandoned baby and grew up among beggars.
I spent every day begging and competing with vicious dogs for food. It was a bit hard, but I grew up safely.
Until the age of fourteen.
The old beggar who adopted Fahai passed away. Seeing that he was young and relatively fair, the other beggars became ill-intentioned.
Fahai is young, but not stupid.
Some beggars have far more vicious hearts than ordinary people imagine.
So Fa Hai began to plan how to escape from the group of beggars without starving to death.
Soon, he thought of a way.
In recent years, a Marquis of Jinling has appeared in Jinling City.
It is said that this man's surname was Lin, and he was born as a servant. He later joined the army and was awarded the title of Marquis of Jinling due to his military exploits. He was granted the title of 3,000 households. His rise to prominence is quite legendary.
Currently, the Jinling Marquis Mansion is recruiting slaves. If you can become a member of the Marquis Mansion, not only will you not starve to death, but you will also be able to escape from the group of beggars.
Just do it.
Fahai went to Jinling Houfu to register.
Because of his good looks and young age, Fa Hai was easily selected.
The assigned tasks are relatively simple, such as raising horses and driving.
Fast forward a year.
The time in the Hou Mansion passed very quickly.
Fahai, who is fifteen years old, is already proficient in driving a carriage, and is no worse than those who drive a carriage.
On this day, when Fahai was about to drive to pick up vegetables outside the city as usual, he was stopped by the third housekeeper in the house.
"Your name is Fahai, right?"
The third steward is responsible for the carriage and horse travel.
He is not tall, slightly fat, and always smiling, but Fahai has seen with his own eyes the angry look of the third steward. He even knocked out the teeth of a groom who made a mistake. The groom was eight feet tall, two heads taller than the third steward.
, but he was beaten like a turtle grandson, which was so cruel.
"Meet the butler."
Fahai hurriedly said hello.
"Well, it's just as I said, he looks quite handsome."
The third housekeeper came up with a smile and asked: "How old are you, how long have you been here, and how are your driving skills?"
"I'm fifteen, and I've been here for a year. There are probably few people in the family who can match me in driving skills."
Fahai is very confident.
"good!"
The third housekeeper was even more satisfied: "Someone told me that you are a good prospect, you are very smart, your wealth is clean, and you have traces to follow, so I decided to support you and let you experience it."
Fahai didn't know what this meant and could only wait for the third steward's words.
The third housekeeper was happy and said bluntly: "The Marquis is currently fighting in the northwest, and the second lady is going to Hanguang Temple to pray for the Marquis. This is a good thing. Who knew that last night, the old Zhaotou who drove the second lady drank too much?
I drank a few cups and fell into a ditch. I broke my leg and it looks like it’s not going to be of much use anymore.”
"From now on, you will take over Old Zhao's place and drive the car for the second lady."
"The rules are still the same as before. Don't look, don't ask, don't listen. Just do whatever the second lady asks you to do. Otherwise, you will do the wrong thing. I have a good heart and can tolerate you, but this family law cannot tolerate you."
Looking at the third housekeeper with a sneer on his face.
Fa Hai was neither sad nor happy: "Yes, steward."
"Well, get ready."
The third housekeeper snorted from his nose: "You are still young. It is your blessing to be able to drive the carriage for the second lady. If you are chosen, the family has a big business. There are hundreds of shops in various places.
If you go to work as a second treasurer somewhere, it's just a word from the second lady."
Fahai responded repeatedly.
afternoon.
A young woman in her twenties walked out of the mansion accompanied by her maid.
Fa Hai looked up and saw that the second lady was wearing a veil on her face and couldn't see clearly at all.
However, there are rumors outside that Mr. Lin has eleven confidantes, all of whom are as beautiful as gods.
Among them, the second lady, whose nickname was Qiaoqiao, was the most lenient towards her servants and never punished her servants. She was a kind-hearted person.
"I don't have many rules. Please drive the car for me from now on."
The second lady's voice was very pleasant, giving people a feeling of tenderness: "Do you know the way to Hanguang Temple?"
"Know."
Fahai replied.
"Let's go."
The second lady got into the car with her maid.
Fahai did not dare to delay and hurriedly drove to Hanguang Temple outside the city.
When they arrived outside the temple, the second lady did not let him follow her. She led the maid and walked inside on her own.
People arrived at noon.
It was already evening when we came out again.
When getting in the car, Fahai found that the second lady's clothes had been changed, and she still smelled of jasmine, making her look particularly lazy.
The next half month.
The second wife goes to the temple every now and then to pray for blessings.
Occasionally, the second lady would also talk to Fahai for a few words, and they were no longer as strange as they were at the beginning.
Another half month.
On this day, Fahai was waiting at the door as usual.
As luck would have it, someone from the house said that there was a report about the Northwest War, and the eldest lady asked the second lady to go back immediately.
This kind of thing cannot be delayed.
In the past, the second lady went in to pray and usually came back in the evening.
It's just afternoon now, so I guess I can't wait any longer.
what to do.
Fa Hai thought about it, and ignored the rules. He walked in three steps and two steps at a time, preparing to inform the second lady.
Speaking of which, Hanguang Temple is not big, but I can't find any trace of the second lady even if I look around.
Fa Hai was spinning around like a headless fly.
Not long after, I found an open-air bath behind a sign that said forbidden area.
When I catch my eye, the second lady is playing the flute by the pool, and every mouthful is very affectionate.
"lady."
Fa Hai lowered his head, not daring to look: "Someone came from the house and said that the battle report of the Northwest War has arrived. The eldest lady asked you to go back immediately."
"knew."
After a while.
The second lady without a veil, accompanied by her maid, appeared in front of Fa Hai with a deserted expression.
Fahai sniffed subconsciously.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but the scent of jasmine seems to be stronger today than in the past.
"The monks in Hanguang Temple have all taken medicine."
Sitting in the carriage, the second lady said something without thinking.
Fahai seemed to hear it, but seemed not to hear it, and didn't say a word.
silence.
The second lady lay lazily in the car, and after a while she said again: "Brother Lin lives in the northwest and has been away for more than two years. If he doesn't find some fun for himself, how can he survive this long night?"
Fahai still pretended not to hear.
Seeing that he didn't speak, the second lady said gently: "I'm pretty well-behaved, unlike those few who kept people at home one by one. One wanted to play the piano, and the other wanted to study medicine. They were locked up in the summer.
I don’t want to argue with them about which piano or medicine I studied, otherwise, if we really talk about it, I didn’t drink the abortion pill."
Fahai lowered his head, pretending to be an ostrich.
The maid on the side saw her and whispered something into the second lady's ear.
After hearing this, the second lady's eyes were filled with maternal brilliance: "You were born as a beggar, you are so pitiful, you must have had very bad food before, right?"
Fa Hai was stunned and nodded hesitantly.
The second lady was as warm as water and said softly: "Have you ever heard of Kung Pao Chicken?"
Fa Hai shook his head.
The second lady rolled her eyes at Fahai: "Madam, I have a kind heart and feel sorry for your misfortune. I will give you one or two alms today to give you a taste."
A little.
The carriage stopped at the edge of the woods.
Well, Kung Pao Chicken is so delicious.
The noble Mrs. Qing, the kind-hearted Mrs. Qiao, the naughty and fun-loving Mrs. Qin, the shy Mrs. Yu, the simple Mrs. Frost...
The fist of light breaks the demon of obsession, and the sea of love carries the ship of great wishes.
Love, respect and love.
It is sinking, it is liberation, it is a village under the aurora, it is fireworks in the middle of the night.
"I understand."
Wake up from a dream.
Fahai's eyes were calm.
Zhang Heng smiled and asked, "What did you realize?"
Fahai replied: "With no worries, the four elements are empty, empty and miserable, and the qi turns into the shape of the breeze and returns to the earth."
Zhang Heng asked again: "What does the four elements mean?"
Fahai answered again: "Whether it is empty or not, whether it is existence or not, existence or not is just a thought in the dusty mind. Therefore, the Buddha is not Dharma, does not arise, does not cease, does not reason, is not mind, is not matter, is not time, is not empty, has no origin, is not
The constant state is just like a bubble."
Everything is false. The Buddha in your heart can determine everything and can also veto everything.
In this case, how can love and love trap the Buddha's heart?
Zhang Heng thought for a while, nodded and said: "Good!"
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