Chapter 7: Many Dreams, Thousands of Chapters 51: The biggest fake room in the world is located in the easternmost corner of the temple, and the side door of Puruo Temple is right next to it. A few years ago, I felt itchy in the temple.
I once wanted to take a walk out of this locked side door to have a look, but the young monk in the temple told me that the side door leads directly to a dense forest, and those who are not good at martial arts will never come back.
I glanced at the side door that was still locked, and then entered the room where my father had stayed for many days.
Facts prove that it’s not that I don’t have sunshine in my heart, but that my father actually hides more secrets than I expected—every autumn in previous years, my father would lead the escort team to go hunting. And my mother was in a certain place.
While playing cards in Nian, she read a few playbooks. Unfortunately, she read a few of them, and she deeply felt that the hunting ground was very dangerous, and a woman could be shot out if she was not careful.
In order not to increase the number of outsiders in the family, but also to express her love for her, every time before my father went out hunting, she would hand over a yellow handkerchief embroidered by herself, and also told my father to tie it to a branch in the hunting ground.
To represent her feelings and fly with my father...
Guess how many I saw in this room?
Oh, my good father, he is really capable! These few yellow handkerchiefs embroidered by my mother are enough to prove: not only did he lie last month, but he has never hunted at all!
I adjusted my breath secretly, what on earth is going on?
On the dusty table, a pile of rice paper had turned yellow, and on the jade penholder, a stick of dried ink was hanging quietly. I walked closer, picked up a page of paper with words and looked at it carefully, and found that it said:
It's all in my name.
Countless words of "heart, heart, heart, heart" were flashing before my eyes. If I hadn't recognized my father's notes, I would have thought that someone loved me badly, so I sought relief from the Buddha in the temple.
But I didn't expect it. After turning a few pages, I was suddenly stunned - "Sacrifice to the Heart and Liver" Yuan Qian's soul returned to the sky and mist, laughing day and night, thinking like crazy.
The little grave is fragrant, but the glass of wine is cold.
It seems that the stars are not like last night, smiling and comforting my father's heart.
When will I be able to enjoy joy again at my knees? How can I be so kind when my life is cut short?
Longing for battles will last forever, and tears will flow thousands of times.
In the autumn, when I return to the festival every year, don’t be panic-stricken and feel at ease.
——Fu Changliu My father is Fu Changliu, the king of Heshun. I think this funeral poem can be called the most rare and sincere piece of poetry he created in his life!
But then I thought again, no, no matter how unconventional poetry creation is, he can't drag me down! If a living person is written in the funeral poem, wouldn't that bring a lot of bad luck to me?! No wonder that in recent years,
I've been unlucky all over the year, and it turns out it's my dad who's holding me back!
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I ate quietly without saying a word.
Puruo Temple's signature dish has already been revamped, and a new partner has been added to the stewed cabbage with radish, potatoes and cabbage: vermicelli. The master chef also gave the new dish a name that reflects Buddhism - "Worldly Chaos Stew"
.It is said that after eating this dish, many donors were cleansed and decided to convert to Buddhism.
After I finished eating, I didn't have the consciousness to get closer to the Buddha. I was thinking that maybe my wisdom root was not enough. Otherwise, how could I not understand what my father was doing even after thinking about it over and over again?
Want to pay homage to me?
As soon as the sunset began to rise, I lay down on the clean and simple bed and fell asleep. If the Buddha appears, he will definitely come and study my life chart, which is entangled with worries and troubles throughout my life. I am a special case and a typical example. It is rare to see one in a thousand years.
In the hazy moment, I saw a man approaching me. He was covered in blood, and a long feathered arrow was lodged in his chest. Under such terror, his expression remained calm and calm. He was clearly that unpredictable person.
Fu Donglou.
"Why did you betray me? I would risk my life to protect you, why do you still want to eat my heart?"
"I didn't!" I stretched out my hand to him, but was shocked by the bright red blood on my hand. I noticed that the corners of my lips and chin were sticky and wet. I wiped it with my cuff, but it was still full of blood! I had just finished eating the human heart,
It's his heart!
As I kept retreating, I felt that I had done a lot of wrongdoing, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it."
"You said you had no intention of betraying me, but what about them?" Fu Donglou looked behind me.
When I looked back, I saw Jiang Huai and Lian Zheng covered in blood. They were holding their own beating hearts and handing them to me. I opened my eyes. There was only a flickering candlelight in the room, and there was already blood on the table.
A stream of candle tears. Maybe my heart is not sincere, the Buddha has not appeared, I have been sleeping in the temple, and I still have such a chilling nightmare.
I got up and poured myself a bowl of water. After pouring it down my throat, I just remembered the fishy smell in my dream. Uh... it was so strong. I always fainted. How could this happen in reality?
Come on!
Fortunately, I slept relatively easily in the second half of the night. When the bell of Puruo Temple rang in the morning, I woke up. After a simple cleaning, I opened the door and prepared to go to the host who was doing the morning class to clarify my doubts.
Unexpectedly, I saw that the side door of the temple was open and a young monk was coming in from the outside. I quickly stopped him and said, "Young master, isn't this door closed all year round?"
"The donor doesn't know something. When he practices in the forest, he often rescues some injured animals, and then releases some of the injured animals back into the wild."
Something suddenly flashed through my mind! Could it be that the injured chickens and sick rabbits my father brought back were all shot in this dense forest? If he really shot and injured animals, how could he be considered a subconscious Buddha?
I pushed away the young monk and ran through the dense forest, as if I wanted to stand on the land where my father once stood, to feel his mood and figure out his motives.
The dense forest in winter is almost full of bare tree trunks, which looks particularly deserted and desolate. I don’t know how long I walked, but when I saw a small lonely grave, I finally understood the puzzle for myself - ha, I always don’t like to see fakes.
But I never expected that the biggest fake in the world is me.
Gently stroking away the dust on the tombstone, the powerful words "Heart" in the sky were indeed engraved by my father. He was still young and beautiful, so I am really curious now. If you are a heart, then what will happen to you?
Who am I?
My throat seemed to be blocked by something, and I found it increasingly difficult to breathe.
It turns out that no secret in this world can be completely hidden, and the same goes for sin.
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