Dreadful Radio Game Chapter 171: Stories of old photos
A faint wind blows from the Erhai Sea, bringing refreshing freshness;
Xu Fugui enjoyed this moment very much. He always felt that maybe it was because of his older age, and he also felt that he didn't have that ambition. In short, he was very greedy for everything in this world, just like just now When I returned to the city to enter the university, I always liked to sit in the flower garden of the university for most of the day. However, the college students who had just resumed the college entrance examination were older, so there is nothing to be embarrassed about. On the contrary, occasionally I can also meet a few like-minded friends, sitting by the flower garden, not chatting or talking, and occasionally delivering a few low-quality cigarettes to each other.
Standing on the high tower, looking at the beautiful scenery in the distance, holding a cup of Maotai in his hand, Xu Fugui feels that he is very comfortable now, at least much better than when he was an educated youth when he couldn't eat enough. many.
"Drinking alone?"
An elderly monk wearing a cassock walked up slowly. There is no monk in Chongsheng Temple. Although the state is funding it for renovation recently, it is still a little barren.
Perhaps, it will become a famous tourist attraction in twenty years.
"Well, drink alone." Xu Fugui responded, "Master, would you like to have a drink too?"
"Amitabha, poor monks are not willing to break the precept."
But as soon as the voice fell, the master's body suddenly trembled and became a little blurred. Then, a young figure came out of him.
This person took the wine glass handed over by Xu Fugui, took a sip of wine, and made a "click" sound in his mouth, "Wine is good wine, did you bring it yourself?"
Xu Fugui has been quite familiar with this for a long time. This Yunnan monk is relatively familiar with him. This guy has integrated the Dharma into the strengthening, and abruptly cultivated his own three generations of old, middle and young people. I can switch at any time, and according to him, when he first proved the Tao, he buried his middle-aged self.
Although the burial of the tombstone by the sermon is only a form, the middle-aged id of the master has not manifested since then.
According to the master’s own statement, the old self is the current self, and the young self was not a monk at that time, and can be used to drink and eat meat to enjoy life without being affected by the rules and precepts. Then, the middle-aged self I don't have any use anymore, so I might as well throw it away. The simplest meaning of being a monk is to leave home and throw away all the burdens you can throw away.
"Your friend, should be coming out soon." The master drank the wine and returned to the appearance of an elderly monk, his face full of wrinkles and gully, full of vicissitudes.
"Well, coming soon." Xu Fugui guessed.
Su Yuhang went to the place of proving the Dao to prove the Dao, this is a form.
"When will you go to preach?" the master asked again.
"Also coming soon."
"Haha."
The two were silent for a while, and the master took the initiative to break the silence:
"You can see things I can't see, touch the cause and effect that I dare not touch, so I can't give you too much advice, but I always think your friend is a bit strange."
The master seems to be hesitant to talk about this topic, because he can see that wealth and the young man named Su Yuhang have an extraordinary relationship. This relationship can be called "friendship", and " "Friendship" is definitely an extravagant thing among the audience.
"To be specific." Xu Fugui is still that simple and honest appearance. He has always been like this. He doesn't talk much and likes to agree with him. So when he is with Su Yuhang, Su Yuhang often says that he agrees, Su Yuhang What to do, he just stood by to help, like a shy big brother.
"He has a talent that shocks me." The master said seriously, seeming to have a little emotion, "but his speed of strength improvement is not that exaggerated."
"So what?"
"So, he has a big heart."
"A literati, he always pays attention to the world." Xu Fugui disapproved.
"Hehe, maybe, but the poor monk has lived almost a hundred years old, and there are so many things to see. I can't see through that one, and I don't dare to look."
"Okay, Master, you can still go to the sermon step by step when you are a listener in your nineties. You dare not look at him, I dare not look at you yet."
"You, you." The master shook his head and said nothing, but he could see that Xu Fugui was not afraid to look, but was "rarely confused".
Ahead, a young man came from the Erhai Lake. He walked very slowly, but his figure kept flickering back and forth, as if he had moved a few kilometers in between.
From Erhai Lake to Chongsheng Temple, he seemed to have taken a few steps.
Then in the next moment, he appeared at the top of the tower, standing behind Xu Fugui and Master.
The clothes are fluttering and unrestrained. Twenty years later, Hanfu has gradually become popular in many circles. But for adult men, if you don’t have a beard and wear Hanfu, you can easily get out of the eunuch’s. Both visual sense, but this kind of thing does not exist in this person, his temperament is so close to these clothes.
"Amitabha Buddha." Even though he has just said bad things about the other party, the master still salutes Su Yuhang with his hands together. He has lived almost a hundred years old, even if he has not become a listener, but at such an age, he has always maintained absolute His sobriety is enough for him to cultivate to perfection.
"How do you feel?" Xu Fugui asked.
"Fortunately, I just felt someone peeping at me during the sermon." Su Yuhang smiled, "Moreover, I think the person who peeped at me is not in the present, but in the future."
"It seems that you have learned my skills." Xu Fugui laughed, still so honest.
"I raised it casually. No matter who he is, I can always teach him a lesson." Su Yuhang turned around, looked at the master, and said, "Master, what you said was the place where you found you. , Can we go now?"
"But riches and honors have not yet proven the truth." said the master.
"I'm not in a hurry, I'm not in a hurry." Xu Fugui said, "It's the place you found, as the ancient battlefield that was isolated by the Qin army warlocks. Now that there is a tendency to collapse, we still Go in early and have a look, lest you leave any regrets."
"Things that should collapse will collapse sooner or later, and we are not in a hurry at this time. In addition, the isolated ancient battlefield has been riddled with holes for two thousand years, and I don’t know how many debris it has absorbed. Maybe it’s just a garbage dump, and there’s nothing to look at."
"Go and have a look." Su Yuhang looked a little impatient. "It is said to be the birthplace of hell."
Yes, maybe a long time ago, someone had entered there by mistake and saw the horrible scene. After returning and telling people, the legend of **** slowly evolved, and then the Shifang Hell and The story of King Yama and so on, even nowadays, there are occasionally people who enter that place by mistake, some people can't get out after they enter, and some people are sane after they come out, and they keep shouting the words of **** and the devil.
So, some myths and legends are not entirely groundless. Of course, word of mouth for thousands of years will definitely involve a lot of artistic processing, but this so-called **** does exist.
It’s just that it’s not the place of Yin-Yang reincarnation, and souls will not go there after death. It’s just a forgotten space. Two thousand years ago, a Qin army fought to death here, and it has become a deserted place. "The utility room."
Seeing that Xu Fugui and Su Yuhang are both insistent, the master no longer shirks, and nodded now, "Let the poor monk prepare first. It is not easy to enter the place physically, especially since two of us are already After preaching, when the body enters there, it is easy to directly crush that place, so we can only sneak in there in the form of soul."
Su Yuhang and Xu Fugui nodded upon hearing this.
"What do you want to eat at night?" the master asked, "I'll let someone prepare it. Let's leave at midnight."
"Whatever." Su Yuhang didn't care. He was not very interested in eating, except for his own cooking.
"I want to eat some meat and some wine." Xu Fugui said his request.
The master heard the words~IndoMTL.com~ smiled and walked down the tower.
"Your child, counting the time, he will be born soon." Xu Fugui asked Su Yuhang after the master left.
"Well, soon, after this **** walk, I will wait for the child to be born." Su Yuhang took out a cigarette and bit it in his mouth. It can be seen that he is not very interested. Even if he had just succeeded in preaching the Dao, he did not see the slightest energetic spirit in him.
"Why aren't you happy to be a boss?" Xu Fugui asked.
"No matter how big the big guy is, compared to other listeners, he is actually nothing more than a bigger ant in the eyes of the broadcast." Su Yuhang chewed the tobacco in his mouth, "No matter how big it is after the sermon, the broadcast is not big. "
"Yes." Xu Fugui echoed.
The two stood here again and blew the wind for a while and then walked off the pagoda. It happened that the master was still down there, as if talking about some details to the construction party. This renovation is actually a kind of cultural relic protection. Work naturally has to be more meticulous, after all, it is not building a building.
Someone in the construction team was taking pictures and archives with a relatively novel camera at the time. Xu Fugui came to be interested, beckoned to the young man, leaned in to whisper to him, and stuffed a pack of cigarettes. In the past, the young man was also fascinated and nodded.
"Come here, take a picture, as if you are traveling." Xu Fugui took Su Yuhang and the master together.
Su Yuhang is a little speechless, and the master is also a little smiling,
But the two were unwilling to take Xu Fugui's interest and stood side by side with him,
The young man took the camera and adjusted the focus,
Yelled: "Come on, laugh, it's done!"
"Crack!"
A photo,
In the middle is the young Su Yuhang, on the left is the old rich and wealthy, and on the right is the old master.
Behind the three,
The three towers of the majestic Chongsheng Temple.