When the soul enters a dream, Xiao Yu was once dreamed by the city god back then, and he did it several times, so he can be considered a semi-expert.
In the beggar's dream, a man wearing Taoist robes was looking at him with a smile.
"Do you know who you are?"
Xiao Yu asked with a smile in the beggar's dream.
"Great Immortal, my name is Song Fugui. My father didn't choose the name well, so all his wealth was given away to others, and I became a beggar."
The beggar knelt on the ground, a little annoyed.
"Haha, giving away wealth and honor to others is a very virtuous thing, so why complain?
Do I know the identity of my ancestors?"
"I heard from my grandfather that we are descendants of the royal family, but I don't believe that they fooled me. If I were really a descendant of the royal family, I wouldn't be so unlucky now."
The beggar was also very talkative. It seemed as if no one had told him about his years of sorrow. When he saw Xiao Yu, he began to talk endlessly about his history.
It turns out that this guy used to be a boss. He partnered with a few brothers and opened a packaging box business. The business was very good.
But later, the brother took the money and went abroad, and his wife also left with the children because of his foreign debt.
In the end, he became disheartened and lived outside the home, no longer in contact with his parents. This gradually became like this.
Xiao Yu also had nothing to do and actually listened to what the other party had to say, but he would not help the other party.
"I came here today to give you an opportunity."
After Xiao Yu finished speaking, he waved his hand, and a stream of information entered the man's mind.
"Descendant of Song Dynasty, treasure?"
It took the man a while to digest the information, and then he looked at Xiao Yu in surprise.
"Yes, someone wants to see you, please prepare."
After saying that, Xiao Yu disappeared, and the man was also smart at this time and woke up instantly.
When the other party suddenly saw him appearing on the mountain, he thought he was dazzled, but when he saw Xiao Yu, the other party was extremely shocked.
"I've told you everything you need to say. Just clean yourself up and we'll set off right away."
Xiao Yu said simply, then walked to the side and sat down.
An egg could fit into the man's mouth at this moment, and he suspected that he was still dreaming. However, after being slapped twice in a row, he realized that this was all true.
"Am I hallucinating?
Or is the end of the world coming?"
The man muttered to himself, but he still entered the pool, washed himself quickly, then took out a suit from his bag and put it on, and he instantly changed into a different person.
Xiao Yu glanced at the other person, nodded, and waved his hand again to collect the man.
Song Yingying, this woman Xiao Yu saw when he returned from visiting Master Gui. She was in an office building in Guangdong.
So this time Xiao Yu entered the office building with ease and stood in front of Song Yingying's desk.
But I haven't seen her for a few years, and this Song Yingying is already a boss, and she has her own independent office and secret skills.
Based on the experience last time, Xiao Yu did not take the other party away directly, but made the other party unconscious, and then used sound transmission to tell the other party where to meet whom.
This method was really good. Song Yingying woke up again after falling asleep for a while, but Xiao Yu's voice kept ringing in his mind like a curse.
"Mount Putuo, Mount Putuo, who is the True Lord Yuhua? Why do I suddenly want to go somewhere?"
Song Yingying rubbed her head and said inexplicably.
"Chairman, you work overtime every day. You are too tired. You should go for a walk."
Mi Shu poured Song Yingying a cup of coffee and dissuaded her with concern.
"Well, I want to go for a walk. There seems to be a voice in my heart that keeps asking me to go to Mount Putuo. It feels so strange."
"Chairman, Putuo Mountain is Buddhism. Since that voice suddenly appears in your heart, you should go there. Metaphysical things are really wonderful sometimes.
Maybe after this trip, our company will make further progress."
The secretary was a woman and her words were pleasant to listen to. Song Yingying also nodded.
"Okay, help me book a flight ticket. The meetings in the past few days are canceled and I will go there."
Seeing that the other party was so polite, Xiao Yu also breathed a sigh of relief. If the other party didn't go, it seemed that he would repeat his old tricks again.
Xiao Yu had already sent a message to Monk Da Song, so he had been waiting there.
Everyone on Putuo Mountain attaches great importance to Xiao Yu's arrival, because Xiao Yu's status is different at the moment.
Even several great monks who were in retreat in the underground palace came out to receive him in person after hearing that Xiao Yu was coming.
Just as Song Yingying said, she climbed Mount Putuo the next day, and after being reminded by the voice in her heart, she went directly to the pagoda where the monks of the Song Dynasty practiced.
"This is it, hey, that feeling is gone."
Song Yingying stood in front of the pagoda, looking at the four-sided Bodhisattva inside, full of curiosity and doubts.
"Donor, the elder has invited me."
While Song Yingying was looking around, a monk wearing monk's robes came out and bowed to her.
"Looking for me? But I don't want to see him?"
A woman's caution is instantly revealed at this moment.
"Amitabha, the donor came here according to his heart. Don't you want to solve the doubts in your heart?"
The monk seemed to have known for a long time that the other party would say that, so he had prepared his lines.
"Come as you please?"
Song Yingying muttered to herself, with a strange expression on her face, but she was too embarrassed to ask directly, so she could only nodded.
Before leaving, Zhao Yingying looked around, and she suddenly felt as if she was being watched.
But seeing the endless stream of pilgrims here, and seeing that she was not as beautiful as a flower, she dismissed the idea of being kidnapped.
With curiosity and nervousness, Song Yingying was invited to the second floor of the pagoda.
On the second floor of the pagoda, there are fewer pilgrims here. Most of them are monks chanting sutras.
Xiao Yu was sitting in a room on the second floor with Monk Da Song, and the two of them looked down from the window.
"If all living beings can give up fame and wealth, they will surely be able to escape the sea of suffering."
The monk of the Song Dynasty sighed.
Xiao Yu smiled, patted the window, and casually agreed, "If it weren't for people who seek fame and fortune, the pagoda we are in would have no value in existence.
Mortals seek fame and fortune, just like we do for immortality. In fact, if there is no pursuit, life will be like a walking corpse, without any meaning."
At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and then the young monk brought Song Yingying into the room.
Seeing the monk and a Taoist in front of her, Song Yingying instantly became wary.
"You don't need to panic. We are all monks and we are not as dirty as you think."
Xiao Yu made a gesture of asking him to sit down, which made Song Yingying feel a little relieved.
But then, she became nervous again, because Xiao Yu's voice was very familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere.
Monk Da Song was even more direct. He took out half of the jade tablet and placed it on the table, then sat aside.
"Two masters, what do you want me to do?"
Song Yingying did not look at the jade pendant that the monk took out, but looked at Xiao Yu and asked.
Xiao Yu didn't say anything, but clapped his hands. In the corner of the house, another person came in, it was the beggar.
"Taoist Priest, are they all the same as me?"
When he saw the monk and the woman in the room, the beggar asked immediately.
