I half-leaned on the bed, wiped the saliva from the corner of my mouth, looked at my wife who was knitting a sweater, and said:
"Nearly forty years ago, Fatty Wang and I, who left a few days ago, went to Luoshen County together.
It was like a dream that time, and now I can’t tell if it’s real or just a dream
That dream started from a heavy fog."
I babbled to my wife, telling the story that I couldn’t tell whether it was a dream or reality.
It's strange to say that my memory, which was a bit hazy at first, became clearer and clearer as I continued to talk about that past event.
Suddenly, the floodgates of memory seemed to be opened. Things that had already passed forty or fifty years seemed to be the same as what had been experienced just a few days ago.
My wife was so mesmerized that she no longer cared about the sweater in her hand.
She walked up to me, leaned against me and asked me about the details of the dream:
"Is that Zhuge Zhengqi really that ugly?"
"Qiu Beidou is really interested in you. It's just that the old Taoist Bu Liuxian is not good. You trust him so much and you say he won't harm you.
What’s the result? I’ve always been scheming.
Old man, you are good at everything, but you are too easy to trust.
Go on and tell me about the little goblin named Gege. What happened to you two? I like hearing this."
Seeing an older woman still jealous of my dream, I grabbed my wife's hand, rubbed it, and continued:
"Me and Gege? If I didn't wake up from that dream, the outcome would probably be that she killed me.
That little girl is really unreasonable to you. She just raises her hand and talks.
I still call you doggy things.
We have been married for so many years, but you are not willing to lay a finger on me, so why should she hit and scold me?"
"Then don't talk about her and continue talking.
That sick man named Jia Lan asked you to go see him, what happened next?"
I organized my thoughts and continued to talk about the end of the dream.
But when I entered Jia Lan's room, I suddenly felt that the body of this woman who had lived with me for decades tensed up instantly.
Although it only took a moment and she returned to normal immediately, it still made me a little alert.
When I mentioned my narrow escape from death, the person I had lived with for forty or fifty years didn't show any sign of it. He even laughed at me for being cowardly. If you encounter a bank robber, you have to rush forward. Maybe the bank will still be interesting.
But now when it comes to Jia Lan meeting me, why does she become nervous?
Could it be that these forty or fifty years of life are all fake? Just like Bu Liuxian’s dream, are they all artificially created?
You have gone to such trouble to set up a trap for me for more than forty years just to get Jia Lan's words out of my mouth?
It's impossible, I'm just too nervous.
I began to be dubious, and as I continued to talk, I began to pay more attention.
At first, I just said it from memory, but when Jialan talked to me in ventriloquism, I still added some private information:
"I was shocked at the time. After listening carefully, I realized that the sound was coming from Jia Lan's belly.
He asked which god sent me here? He also mentioned the names of several gods, including Wu Jun, He Nanxing and Yang Jian.
Of course I couldn't admit it and just kept talking to him.
He also talked about his mother, Mrs. Muyun.
Let me take myself as an example. My mother didn't care about me when I was a child. If I had a biological mother like Mrs. Muyun, I would live ten years shorter.
When he said this, Jialan changed
When he was in the mental hospital before, he didn't even want to mention his mother, he just talked about her.
That time, he seemed to be a different person. Maybe he knew that his end was coming soon, and he felt guilty about his mother.
What he said originally was that he originally wanted to bring this secret into another reincarnation.
But now he suddenly changed his mind. This secret will hurt his mother, Mrs. Mu Yun. In this case, it will be easier for me.
He told me that the secret lies in the sixth floor of the Hanguang Cave in Chongxiao Mountain.
Something is in the belly of the stone statue.
But he didn't let me take it out myself. He just asked me to use it and sell it at a good price.
As I said, if I see that thing, it will be a reminder of my death, so I might as well sell it to a rich man for the rest of his life.
Old lady, if that wasn't a dream, now we both would be rich men with at least ten thousand taels of gold.
Rongrong can be considered a moderately rich second generation.
It’s a pity, it’s just a dream after all, and there’s nothing when you wake up from it.”
Before the word "you" could be spoken, the scene in front of him changed drastically.
I actually lay down on the marching field in Luoshen Temple again.
A thin man with a razor-sharp face stood in front of me, staring at me with a faint smile, speaking in a Sichuan accent with a bit of a drake voice, and said:
"Huangliang dream always wakes up.
How about it? The life I designed for you is quite satisfactory, right?
I originally planned a scene where you die in your wife's arms, but it's no longer necessary."
Although I was mentally prepared, I was still frightened by this sudden and huge change.
I looked at my hands. They were tender and tender, not like a seventy-year-old man.
He touched his old face again, which should have been full of wrinkles. The wrinkles were no longer palpable and his face was tight.
Why, are all the previous forty or fifty years of experience false?
I can almost recall all the major events that happened in the past forty or fifty years.
My wife was pregnant and gave birth to a daughter. The daughter grew up, got married and had children. I also played with my grandson and granddaughter. Is everything that happened over the decades fake?
Suddenly, my head was filled with all this information, and I felt like it was going to explode.
The knife-faced man smiled and said again:
"Does your head hurt so much that it's about to burst?
It's okay, everyone is like this after Huang Liang Meng wakes up.
But what’s fake is fake. In less than two days, you will have forgotten all about these fake things.
I have to thank you. I have been looking for him for so long in heaven and on earth, and finally I found him.
I remember it in the stone statue on the sixth floor of Hanguang Cave in Chongxiao Mountain."
Just as Dao Tiao Lian said this, Qiu Beidou's voice sounded outside the door:
"Wu Jun, you know everything you want to know, why don't you leave?"
It turns out that this knife-striped face is Wu Jun in Jia Lan's mouth. He was the first to mention this god just now. It seems that this surnamed Wu is no small matter.
Wu Jun turned around and said to Fatty Qiu outside the door with his Sichuan accent:
"Old Qiu, why are you so anxious?
Do you feel uncomfortable knowing that I am now the deputy commander-in-chief of the Fengtian Shenwu Army and in charge of the 800,000 heavenly soldiers, the Fengtian Great Sage General?
There will be times when you will be even more uncomfortable later. With this credit, when you return to heaven, my immortal position may be above yours.