"If you have hands and feet, you will be a waiter, and you will get 2,000 yuan a month, so you won't be living on the streets! I think they are a group of three great gods, staying in Shenzhen for three days! The price in Dali is low, so play for five days a day! "
I didn't contradict each other for the first time. A few days ago, after dinner, I rode a small electric donkey borrowed from the landlord and came to Wu Temple alone.
Walking into the alley where the Wu Temple is located, I saw stools on both sides of the road, and a group of men, women and children were sitting and eating with cartons. It turns out that "Yirantang" is here! A bowl of vegetarian rice noodles in the ancient city has been sold for ten yuan, and a vegetarian box lunch of five yuan is still being served here.
There are several outdoor tents on both sides of the entrance of Wu Temple, and the zipper is not zipped. It can be clearly seen that most of them are serious quilts instead of inflatable cushions and sleeping bags. I don't seem to live here temporarily, but for a long time.
When a young boy handed it over to another man with a shaved head, I saw a philosophy book in his hand. The little boy returned to his tent facing the main hall of Wu Temple and sat on the stone steps to study the wound on his toe. He was wearing a pair of sandals and slippers, and the carapace of his two toes had been broken into red meat and frozen again.
I casually sat next to him and asked, how did it happen? He didn't guard against me, an ill-timed stranger, saying that he had just walked back to the ancient city from Shimonoseki and kicked a stone while walking. I asked him why he didn't wear sneakers. He pointed to a pair of black sneakers beside the tent behind him and said, I have sneakers, but I still like to wear slippers! It's already six or seven o'clock in the evening. I wear wool socks and feel chilly in my boots. I asked him, it's so cold, why don't you stay in the youth brigade for the winter? He said, this one suits me better! Get up every morning to practice yoga. During the day, the sun is shining and the scenery is first-class. ...
During the conversation, I learned that the boy graduated from college and his hometown is Lishui, Zhejiang. After coming to Dali, I sold tea for a living, and the warehouse was in Shimonoseki. Choosing such a lifestyle is a rebellion against parents. When he is at home, his parents have to take care of everything and have no freedom at all. Now that the mountain is high and the emperor is far away, he feels freer than ever. I didn't ask in detail how his parents disciplined him. From his appearance, I can imagine that he is domesticated.
On Lu Yu Road in the ancient city, there is a public vegetarian restaurant named Ciyuanzhai, which provides free lunch and dinner six days a week. On Wednesday, when Ciyuanzhai had a routine rest, they ate in Yirantang next to the Wu Temple, two meals a day, totaling ten yuan.
Yirantang provides hot water for free all day, which solves the problem of drinking water every day. After brushing your teeth and washing, you go to the nearby public toilet. I asked, how to take a shower and wash your hair? Boys say that they hardly take a bath, and people's bodies have the ability of self-purification. I agree with him that the boy has no peculiar smell except some dandruff on his head.
I am a sensitive person. Many men are separated by half a meter, and their unclean breath will spread to the point where I feel uncomfortable and get goose bumps. This impurity comes from years of smoking and drinking, overeating, physical and mental indulgence and bathing twice a day, all of which are of no help. When I was in a first-tier city, I would rather walk, ride a bike and take a taxi than squeeze into the subway during the rush hour. I don't want to see these people. Although they are well dressed, their eyes are too bitter and even hollowed out, which is very frightening.
While chatting with the boy, the bald man took off his blue robe and began to practice his long stick accurately and powerfully. After a while, he found two foam cushions to put together, took off his shoes and began to practice yoga like an ascetic. The boy took out an old laptop from the tent and began to process tea orders from the online shop. I started talking to the bald man.
Cut to the chase, is it a monk? He said, you think I am, but you don't think I am.
Why not go to the temple? What about food, accommodation and wages?
He said that he had been to the temple full of intrigue, which was not clean at all.
After the exercise, the bald man went to get a pen and paper and drew while playing music. Consciousness flows with music, without skill or rhythm. This painting is ugly and clumsy, but it reminds me of the pencil drawing that Yayoi Kusama drew when he was a child suffering from schizophrenia.
It's getting dark, and people living in the Wu Temple are coming back one after another. A buddy rode 60,000 kilometers across Southeast Asia at home and abroad. There is a middle-aged monk-like man standing motionless, as if in a state of concentration. On the way back from riding an electric car, my teeth trembled involuntarily with cold. Compared with them, I am much better in diet and nutrition supply. What I lack is the spiritual strength to fight the cold.
After I went back that day, I found three movies, The Matrix, and had a brainstorming. Choose blue pills, live in the matrix, participate in track competitions, and live a glamorous life; Choose red pills, live soberly, wear rags, eat porridge and rice paste. The truth is cruel, the lie is beautiful, the mother is powerful, the individual is small and powerful, and it is impossible to reach the truth and truth, but at least, he is approaching. I don't care about losing my life
Yesterday, I saw in my circle of friends that a female friend who works in HSBC was invited to attend the Forbes China Top 30 Summit. At her age, I have no car, no house and no social security, and I am still a tramp who resigned for a year and a half. This friend, with excellent family conditions, has become an elite, which is the established path she must take; My family condition is not good, because of the IQ advantage and the pressure of parents' expectations, I once met the "elite life" briefly.
I began to question the social evaluation system formulated by the rule designers; I started asking, who am I? I chose to pierce the nutrient solution, all kinds of death, and finally fell into the so-called bottom pile to find another possibility.
According to the explanation of Encyclopedia, the Three Rivers God refers to a new generation of migrant workers wandering in the Three Rivers. It turned out that they came to Shenzhen with the dream of making money and getting rich. However, the reality ruthlessly shattered their dreams, and they chose to indulge in the online world built by elites and gain a sense of existence by playing games.
Chains are everywhere, and humans are born free. This group of people living in Wu Temple are Dali gods, not Sanhe gods. Ordinary people live in a matrix constructed by society, family and others; God Dali lives in his chosen matrix.
Rousseau said: "He who thinks he is the master of everything else is a slave more than everything else."