? The starry sky

? Zhan Dan

? First time

? Desperate scholar sleepwalking in pure land? The devil in heaven is a disaster

Pingbo is a small city in the northwest. There are beautiful scenery, simple people's feelings and people living and working in peace and contentment.

To the west of Ping 'an Street in the east of the city, there are fifteen one-story six-story buildings. On the second floor in the middle, there lived a down-and-out scholar named Meng Mingyu.

it's late in the morning, and the warm sunshine shines through the cracks in the curtains, revealing the flying dust that is usually invisible, which is particularly eye-catching. At this point, he is staring at the curtain dust become speechless.

Last night, he stayed up all night reading. When Dongfang vomited white, he felt sleepy, so he leaned back on the sofa and took a nap. After a sudden gust of wind blew, a young monk with a frock and a bald head appeared in front of him, saying, "The little boy is as empty as a Buddha and respects the law. Please come to him."

"What is as empty as Buddha?" Meng Yu is puzzling.

"We'll know when the donor goes."

Meng Yu saw that he was beautiful, childlike and sincere, so he followed him.

There's no one on the road, only different mountains, different waters, even flowers and trees, which are different from what we usually see. It's a world of Huang Chengcheng.

Soon I came to a cave. Above the entrance of the cave, there was a couplet:

Non-heaven is everyday;

It's a cave; it's a cave; it's a cave; it's bright;

It's vigorous and elegant, and it's easy to write; The handwriting is embedded in the natural green slate, which seems to be written directly by divine power, and there is no trace of carving. The grotesque rocks in the cave, the spring ding dong, the white clouds on the floor, the purple air around, the yellow crane standing still, the bluebird flying.

Meng Yu felt strange everywhere along the way. He grew up in a flat wavelength, and he knew all the surrounding mountains and rivers like the palm of his hand. Why has everything changed today? All the caves in this area have been drilled. Why is this cave so strange? Why do you feel light when you go out, as if you want to get rid of gravity and fly away? He's really worried that the earth can't catch himself, and he's a little scared, but a kind of comfortable feeling that he's never had before has diluted this fear, and when he sees the jade bird and the yellow crane, he has a warm feeling of wandering home. Jade bird stared at him as soon as he saw him, thinking thoughtfully, and then rushed to him to sing endlessly, showing his joy and feeling deja vu. The yellow crane flapped its wings at him and made a welcome gesture. His voice and eyes showed kindness. All this has puzzled Meng Yu, as if it were a lifetime ago. But where did he know-he had set foot on the pure land of Buddhism. Later, there was a word "Sauvignon Blanc Never Knowing" to describe this unusual encounter between people and birds:

Never knowing, it seems like knowing, and the sound jumps according to the time when people meet. I am so grateful.

it is bizarre, not bizarre, and everything is appropriate. The bird is stupid and I don't know.

The young monk led Meng Yu to turn a corner along the cave wall and enter a cave. A kind-hearted, slightly thin old man, dressed in patchwork clothes and with a string of bodhi beads hanging around his neck, is sitting on the lotus seat, and the halo on his head shines brightly on the inner hole without window lighting. Seeing this, Meng Yu was greatly surprised and paid tribute. He thought that this wonderful and solemn old man must be as empty as a Buddha statue, so he bowed his head and said, "Wang Meng Yu is as empty as a Buddha statue!"

"Star Scout, please get up quickly!" Empty as Buddha left the lotus, helped Meng Yu up and looked at him again and again.

The Star Patrol God-this sudden name made Meng Yu blindsided.

Empty as Buddha smiled: "Come, come, have tea first!"

They both sat down on the stone bench around Shijie. I saw the lad reach out his hands, and there was a tea tray in his hand, and he heard a few drumming noises. I don't know where teapots and teacups flew, and they landed on the tea tray, flat and steady, like magic tricks.

tea hasn't arrived yet, but the smell of fragrance is fragrant, and it seeps into the heart and spleen. Meng Yudun feels comfortable all over and refreshed. Compared with the previous comfortable feeling, this feeling is not equal, and it is simply fascinating. I can't help but praise: "Good tea, good tea!"

"Buddha tea also likes people who are predestined friends. People who are predestined friends can't stop drinking it if it is like jade liquid and nectar, and people who are not interested in it can't drink it. Donor Meng was originally a star-patrolling god in the upper bound, so he was predestined. Drink, drink, drink! " Empty as Buddha personally poured tea for Meng Yu.

As empty as a Buddha mentioned again, Meng Yu was dazed. He thought he had misheard him at first, so he became suspicious.

Buddha knows Meng Yu's perplexity. He said, "Yes, benefactor Meng used to be a star-patrolling law enforcement god in the celestial headquarters of the Milky Way, but later he was demoted to the human world for violating the dogma, and it has been immortal ever since."

This made Meng Yu even more confused, like falling into a fog.

Empty as Buddha continued: "This was a secret, but it is also an act of god to tell you now."

"What do you mean?"

Empty as Buddha put away the smile that had been hanging on his face, looked solemn, and solemnly said, "Now the earth is about to face a catastrophe, and the opportunity to resolve it falls on you. Letting you know this past identity is to enlighten you to see through life and death, and to give you courage and courage, so that you can complete this extremely arduous, dangerous and glorious sacred mission with the greatest initiative. "

"This is ridiculous!" Meng Yu thought so in his heart. However, seeing the emptiness as Buddha is so serious and knowing that the Buddha is right, I am skeptical: "I am a human being now, not a star-wandering god, but a poor scholar who can't even catch sheep. Why should I resolve this catastrophe on earth?"

Empty as Buddha knows that Meng Yu still doesn't believe in this matter, and he solemnly says, "The catastrophe of the earth is going to happen. This is not an alarmist talk. It concerns the survival of the earth and the fate of all beings. You must never take it seriously! The reason why the opportunity to resolve this catastrophe falls on you is due to many causes and combinations. You must be fully prepared. As long as you are careful, you will be able to complete this task. "

Meng Yu felt nervous when he heard this. "Can I-I-I be a scholar?"

"of course! The world is the softest and the world is the strongest'; Although the weight is small, it can weigh a thousand pounds. "

This is really incredible. How can Meng Yu accept it? She was at a loss for a moment.

As empty as Buddha's eyes, he patiently said, "It's not that you can't carry a heavy burden, so you have to carry it. As long as you remember what the old woman just said and keep this string in mind, you will have an instinctive reaction, and you will do what you should do. If you are sincere, a stone will open and a miracle will appear!"

As empty as Buddha has repeatedly stressed, Meng Yu's heart has been heated, and it is by no means nonsense to think that there is no reason for anything. He was a warm-blooded young man with great ambitions, but he had no way to serve the country, suffered setbacks and hardships. If such a burden really fell on his shoulders, it was a dream, so he bowed down in awe and said, "Thank Buddha for his kindness in rebuilding! Meng Yu went through fire and water, and he did not hesitate! "

"I know you don't care about God's will." Smile like a Buddha, and help him up quickly.

"Buddha, whatever you want me to do!" Meng Yu has high morale.

Empty as Buddha said, "Don't worry, it will come naturally." After a pause, he added an emphasis. "Here's a proverb:' A spring is dead, but bamboo chopsticks can be broken'. You must keep it in mind and use it naturally."

"The spring is dead, but bamboo chopsticks can be broken." Meng Yumo read it several times and keep it in mind.

"After your success, you will travel the interstellar space as a demigod. Remember to take it as your duty to benefit mankind!" As empty as Buddha, he said earnestly.

Meng Yu's eyes shone with excitement at this, but he heard it in clouds and fog, and I really didn't know what to do. When I wanted to ask in detail, I saw nothing like Buddha's fingers and said, "Time is running out, go!" After that, the rosary flashed in front of Meng Yu.

When Meng Yu closed his eyes in a hurry, he felt empty under his feet and the wind whistling in his ears, as if he were tottering in the air, and he was startled. When I opened my eyes, it was as empty as a Buddha, or the cave was gone, only to see a curtain of dust. It turned out to be a dream of Nanke.

Meng Yu looked bleakly at this curtain of dust, and the scenes in his dream floated with the dust, and the video tape was replayed.

is this a dream? It must be a dream. However, this dream is too complete, not as fragmented as the usual dream, and there are couplets, prophecies and so on, all of which are clearly remembered. How did he make couplets in his dream? He couldn't help asking a question mark, and suddenly he realized that there was still that unique tea smell in his mouth. No, this is not a dream, this is a real adventure in the form of a dream. He has heard many stories about fairy dreams.

I can't help sweating when I think about the theme of my dream. The catastrophe of the earth-what a terrible word! The stakes are too high. I'd rather believe it than not.

I can't help feeling deeply when I think of the mission I received in my dream, that "heaven will descend to a great position, so people are also human beings", and all kinds of experiences and misfortunes in the world.

I look at the dust and mud with my eyes closed.

Turbulence floating shadows, confusing dreams.

Red Ai is at the end of the road, and Pure Land has a new opportunity.

I have no doubt that I was ordered to live in Huai 'an.

He conveniently picked up a pair of chopsticks used for dessert last night on the coffee table and muttered to himself, "Is this the spirit to solve the catastrophe on the earth?" I have been playing for a long time, and I can't see the clue. Open the curtains and push open the window sashes-Lang Lang Gan Kun, the vast Yu Yu, there is no sign of catastrophe on the earth.

while I was in a daze, suddenly the house shook, and the street was in chaos, shouting. Meng Yumeng Province: Earthquake! It's too late to rush out of the door. A few loud bangs, the house collapsed, rushing, bricks, cement blocks, etc., smashed on his head and body, and he was black at the moment and lost consciousness.

I don't know how long it took him to wake up, and he felt that his bones were intact, and there were no internal injuries, only skin injuries, which made him feel glad. However, the heavy reinforced concrete pressed on him made him feel numb and suffocated, which made him feel that his life was like the morning dew, which was unsustainable. It suddenly occurred to him that his father was still next door, and I don't know where he came from, and his voice cried out. After shouting for a while, there was no reply. It seems that the old and frail father is doomed, and he can't help crying and grief.

He is an only child. He lost his mother at the age of three, and his father brought him up by himself.

My parents have deep feelings. After my mother left, my father stopped his second wife. He transferred all his feelings for his wife to his son and cultivated Meng Yubei carefully.

My father, a scholar, is a Chinese teacher in Pingbo No.1 Middle School, a director of the Municipal Religious Association, a consultant of the Buddhist Research Association, and a teacher of the aged university. His work is very busy, and he has been even more busy since he shouldered the responsibilities of his parents.

In Meng Yu's memory, when he was a child, his father got up early every day to cook. After dinner, he sent him to school first, and then he went to do his own thing. After school, he picked him up at the school gate on time. For several years, it was rain or shine, and only when he was tied up with business could he entrust others to pick him up. In the evening, or tutoring Meng Yu to study, or sewing, until he goes to bed, he starts to change his homework, prepare lessons, or handle official business and learn, until late at night, sometimes all night.

Seeing that his father was overworked, relatives and friends advised him to entrust his child to someone else's care or find a stepmother for his child, but his father did not agree. Later, after repeated persuasion, I found a nanny, but I paid a month's salary in a few days and dismissed the nanny. The reason for dismissal is that the nanny is suspected of poor quality and has many bad habits, fearing that she will lead the children astray. He didn't find a nanny again. He had high hopes for his children and would rather be tired by himself. He would use his profound self-cultivation of Chinese studies to train his children into first-class talents, and he would not tolerate those factors that are not conducive to family education.

Father's spare time basically belongs to Meng Yu. It seems that he has no hobbies except looking after children and being a tutor for children. He teaches in the details of life, and even taking Meng Yu out to play on holidays gives educational content. Like a craftsman, he patiently shaped a nearly perfect statue bit by bit.

Meng Yu learned early. When he saw that his father was ill because of overwork, he felt sad and often burst into tears behind his back. When he was a little older, he insisted on taking a bath and washing his feet. His father asked him to change his clothes and wash them. He insisted on wearing them for a few more days to reduce his father's burden.

I woke up in the middle of the night and found my father still working at his desk, so I was very anxious. Knowing that urging his father to rest is impossible, he burst into tears. Father was surprised to ask him why, and he said with tears in his eyes: "Dad doesn't care about his body, but he doesn't love Mr. Meng." If dad is exhausted, what shall I do? " My father looked at Xiao Mengyu in surprise: I'm still a child in kindergarten. This really doesn't give people any room for manoeuvre, and I'm still crying and remonstrating. Liandao: "Good, good! Dad will go to bed immediately. " He lovingly dried his son's tears, stood in front of his wife's portrait and said tenderly, "Hui, did you see it?" How lovely and clever our children are, and when they grow up, they will certainly have a bright future. You can die with a smile! " Meng Yu heard this, tears welled up in her eyes again, and she choked: "Dad, I miss my mother, I want my mother!" " So the father and son hugged each other and cried.

Later, there was a phrase "Midnight Song: A widower stays up late to urge":

A widower stays up late to urge, and his voice is sad and cold. Embrace each other in sorrow and talk about the portrait as soon as possible.

I don't care about people, but the waning moon serves as a window. The moon is broken and reunited, and the family is complete.

Meng Yu's eagerness to explore the secrets of the universe and pursue the truth of the universe is nurtured by the scholarly family. He loved to observe life phenomena since he was a child. He often dug grass from the wild, caught bugs, transplanted them and stocked them in the backyard, and learned about their life and death, prosperity and decline, and all kinds of habits. His young mind was full of question marks about life phenomena.

Meng Yu once asked his father, "The earth keeps spinning, and all kinds of life are turned out. Why can't a chair and a table be turned out?" My father thought this was not a question that a six-year-old child would ask. It seemed simple, but in fact it was profound. He couldn't answer it himself. After thinking for a while, he said, "Life is natural, and tables and chairs are artificial, just as cats can only have cats, but dogs can only have dogs, but dogs can't have cats. The earth can turn out all kinds of life, but it can't turn out artificial things." Meng Yudao: "I feel strange that the earth can't even turn out such a simple thing as a desk and chair, how can it turn out such an advanced and complicated life?" The father was speechless, so he found that his son was good at exploring and thinking, and he developed and cultivated in this respect.

Meng Yu also likes to look at the stars. Are there people on other planets? Why don't businessmen meet each other? Why does Sirius rise at night and it's almost the New Year? Why doesn't Polaris keep moving? Such questions often revolve in his little head, dreaming of going to the sky to have a look one day. To this end, the father transformed the sloping roof of his house into a flat roof, so that the children could