People like to imagine that there is such a strange underworld for fictional characters, that there is such an incredible and imaginary place. There, Fielding's dandy can still pay attention to Richardson's beauties.
Beauties woo ardently, Scott's heroes can still hold their heads high, Dickens's cheerful Londoners can still joke and laugh, and Thackeray's philistines can still go their own way and do evil.
In this forbidden area where no one can climb, there is really a monster from the "Book of Mountains and Seas", which is lying across this bottomless underground, ceding the territory to itself, blocking everyone's way, and leaving everyone at a loss as to what to do.
"brush--"
Only the faint mist flows on the lake, dotted with the pavilion's leaves, like the skirt of a pavilion's dancer, floating on the water, showing a radiating pattern. The round green king lotus leaves bloom, and of course they can also become a springboard for everyone to jump over.
But once you step onto that springboard, it's a dead end.
The 14th-century French scholastic philosopher Buridan gave an example when discussing freedom of will: a donkey was between two haystacks of the same distance and size. Because it could not decide whether to go left or right, it had to starve to death.
Man is born free, he is a free man, even if he is in a pond.
But now they are facing a dilemma.
"The chill of the frost brought down Kutetuania and Paphos."
Legend has it that Aphrodite was born from the waves of the sea and drifted to the island of Cyprus and the city of Paphos, where there is the Temple of Aphrodite, which means poetry.
Now that poetry and life are unwilling to favor them, how can they escape from this desolate place?
After eating and drinking enough, the two dogs and the big dog began to snore each other. Li Gengfa had no intention of sleeping, and the Iron King Duzi began to blow wind in front of the pond. Everyone only kept a flashlight to save some electricity.
Li Gengfa wanted to bring a thin blanket to cover the Iron King in his backpack, but unexpectedly found a piece of stumbling rope.
This stumbling rope was brought by him to the tomb to prevent accidents. When it suddenly appeared in front of Li Gengfa, he looked startled, and in the light of the calcium carbide fire, he came up with a brilliant idea.
"Everyone, everyone, I have an idea!"
I don’t know which dynasty or generation, year or month, people always tie a stumbling rope to the deceased before he is buried. As the name suggests, the stumbling rope is to block or entangle the feet to prevent death.
A rope that prevents normal movement.
But why do we tie stumbling ropes to the dead? There is a legend here.
Once upon a time, there was a family of four in Hebei, Old Man Wang and his three sons. Old Man Wang lost his wife in his early years, and he acted as both father and mother.
Pull adults.
One midsummer year, when the red sun was scorching and the sun was like fire, Old Man Wang was hoeing grass in the field when he suddenly fell down and never got up again. The local custom was that the corpse would be laid to rest for three days and his children would keep vigil for three days.
The two sons took turns keeping vigil that day.
The first two days passed peacefully. On the third night, suddenly dark clouds gathered, lightning and thunder began, and it rained heavily. The thunder exploded one after another, which was shocking to hear.
Trembling with fear and shuddering. At this time, the boss was keeping vigil. With a "bang", Old Wang on the coffin bed blinked his eyes twice. When the boss saw it, he was very frightened and shouted, "Lao Er Er Er! Come quickly!"
"What's the matter, brother?"
"I really can't hold it in any longer, so I went out to relieve myself. You can take care of me."
Later." After that, he slipped out.
"Boom", there was another thunder, which shocked people's hearts. The second man slapped his head violently, and when he saw Old Man Wang twisting his body a few times, he panicked and shouted: "Lao San Lao San!"
"Hey, what are you doing? Second brother."
"My cold legs have come back again, and the pain is unbearable. You stay here for a while, and I'll get some more clothes." After that, he hurriedly hid.
"Boom, boom, boom!" There were several loud thunders in a row. Old man Wang suddenly sat up, jumped out of bed, and rushed towards the third child. When the third child saw this, he was so frightened that he turned around and grabbed the door and ran away. He had heard that
The dead "pretended to be corpses" and chased the living, killing whoever they caught. So they ran lifelessly into the rainy night without looking back.
Old Man Wang didn't pounce on the third child. As soon as the thunder stopped, he fell to the ground with a "clud". The thunder sounded again, and he got up and ran a few steps. Just like that, he staggered out of the courtyard like a drunkard.
Disappeared into the rainy night...
The next day, after the rain, the sky cleared up. Although Old Man Wang's three sons were so frightened last night that their hair stood on end when they thought about it, they still traveled all over the country to look for their father, but they couldn't find him.
People died with no bodies and no traces, so we had to give up.
Three years have passed.
On this day, one of Old Man Wang's neighbors went to Henan, a few hundred miles away, to do business, and unexpectedly met Old Man Wang here. During the conversation, Old Man Wang said that he happened to encounter a very high-level Shinto in the rainy night, and he discovered that
Mercy rescued him and went to Henan to do business. He also said that the shop he opened was prosperous and had abundant financial resources. Soon his family fortune became prosperous and he became rich.
I am married again, and my life is quite comfortable and comfortable.
Old man Wang entertained this neighbor warmly and thoughtfully. Before parting, he also gave many coins and antiques. He said with tears in his eyes: "Alas! I am far away from my homeland, like a kite with a broken string. It is rare to come home. See you here.
You have made me even more homesick and worried about my children, and I really can’t get away from it. I don’t worry about anything at home, but I am a little worried about my third child. He is still young and has not married yet. Please excuse me.
Send a message home, I really want him to come here and see me." At this point, I broke down in tears.
The neighbor comforted him and said confidently: "Brother, don't worry, this letter will definitely be delivered to you. If he knew you were still alive, he would be so happy! Usually you are the most loved and dearest to me.
Three, he will definitely come to see you." After that, he happily left Henan and returned to his hometown.
Wang Laoyuan's three sons have now grown into strong men. They heard from the villagers that their father was not only alive, but also living a pretty good life. They didn't believe it at first. It's been three years, and they didn't believe it at all.
, why did the letter come all of a sudden? How did his old man come here in the past few years...I thought again, what the neighbor said vividly, he still lives there
After a few days, maybe it won't be fake.
After much deliberation, Lao San decided to go there himself. So he hitched the carriage and hurried on the road, heading straight to Henan.
The third child was tired from traveling through mountains and rivers. This day he came to a place with no village in front and no store in the back. His throat was so dry that it was about to smoke. Where could he find a bowl of water to drink? He kept swallowing it at first.
The sleep foam, and eventually even the sleep foam was gone, it was sticky and squeaking, and the more he swallowed, the thirstier he became. Finally, he was so thirsty that he no longer had the energy to shout at the animals.
Suddenly, he found that there was something vaguely like a villa in front of him, and he couldn't help being pleasantly surprised, and he immediately became energetic. He drove quickly to the front, and when he saw it, it turned out to be a temple, with the words "Fuyou Temple" written on the door shed.
Three large gilt characters.
The third child was about to go up and knock on the door, but he only heard "吖喖-"
At the sound, a monk came out of the temple door, bowed to Lao Sanyi and said: "Amitabha, King Almsgiver, poor monk, please be polite. My Master Jingkong ordered me to wait for you for a long time, please invite King Almsgiver to come into the temple to have tea."
After hearing this, the third child was shocked and said: "Ah? Master, how did you know that my surname is Wang? Why did Master Jingkong ask you to wait for me? How did he know that I am coming today?" As soon as he finished speaking, he saw an old man who was over seventy years old.
The monk came smiling all the way: "Hahahaha! Donor Wang has worked hard all the way. Not only did Lao Jingkong know that you are coming here, but he also knows why you are here. Come! Please come to the temple to take a rest before leaving."
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The third child followed Jingkong into the temple full of doubts.
The two of them went inside and sat down. The young novice brought tea. The third child was not humble and drank three large bowls in succession. Then he wiped his mouth and took a breath and said, "Thanks to the kindness of Master, I would like to express my gratitude to you."
"
Jingkong smiled and waved his hand: "No need to be polite." After saying that, he kept staring at the third child. The third child was so helpless and frightened. He was about to open his mouth when he heard Jingkong say: "Almsgiver.
, I see that your complexion is not good, and your hall is dark, and there may be some disaster that may happen to you in the near future. It will be a bad time for you to go away!"
"Ah? What's the worst? Where do you start talking about this?!" Lao San asked in surprise.
"Let me ask you, do you still remember what happened after your father died three years ago?" The third child nodded.
Jingkong asked again: "Has your father's body been found?"
The third child shook his head.
"From that night on, your father's body came to Henan, opened a shop, made a fortune by doing business, and had a second wife. Now he is doing everything well, and he only cares about you still living in the world.
I always want to kill you, but I have no choice but to take advantage of it. At this time, your neighbor came here to see him, and he set up a trap for you to throw yourself into. His desire to miss you is false, but his revenge is true. "
When the third child heard this, he shook his head and said, "No way! Of the three of us brothers, I am the one who is dearest to me and loves me the most. Why do you have any grudge against me?!"
"The grudge is that three years ago he 'pretended to be a corpse' and pounced on you before he could catch you. You are still alive in the world, but he is still a ghost."
"A neighbor said that my father ran away on a rainy night three years ago. He was rescued by a Shinto man and was able to come back to life and go to Henan to do business. How could he be a ghost?"
"Donor Wang doesn't believe what I said. When the time comes, you can secretly ask your stepmother how it was when you slept with your father at night. Then you will know that what I said is not wrong."
"In that case, I can just go home, why should I take such a big risk?"
"You must! Your father knows your nature well and knows that you are already here. If you don't go, you will be harmed."
"In Master's opinion, what should I do?"
"That's all it will take then..."
The third child followed the address mentioned by the neighbor and found Old Man Wang.
With a smile on his face, Old Man Wang let his third son into the house and said loudly: "Hey, mother, come out quickly, our third son is coming to see us from his hometown! Hahahaha."
At this time, Lao San's heart felt as if he had swallowed a fly. The "father" in front of him was no longer his biological father, but he still had to call him father and treat him as his son. When he thought of this, he couldn't wait to see him.
Pulling off the old ghost's painting skin, but at this moment, Monk Jingkong's confession echoed in his ears again: We must get along as intimately as we did three years ago, without revealing any flaws, and we must act according to the plan.
Be emotional, remember! Remember!
So he suppressed his anger and chatted with Old Man Wang, making daily arrangements, asking about business, and talking about farming. His enthusiasm was stronger than the true love between father and son back then.