What is a dream?

Back then, Zhuangzi turned into a butterfly without knowing it. The spring flowers and autumn moon were gone for a moment. When he woke up, he didn't know whether he was a butterfly or Zhuangzi.

What is fate?

Sacrifice one's life to go to the country's disaster, and regard death as a sudden return. Life is the road you have to go on no matter what.

What kind of world do we live in, what role do we play, and what kind of things do we do? But what is all this for?

The story begins in a past that is far, far away from us. That day, everyone began to wake up before dawn, people with a rich nightlife began to fall asleep, and those who were late at night had already gone home. The waiter in the shop began to open the door.

The sesame seed seller next door has already begun to greet customers. The noise in Yihongyuan next to it has just stopped. The scholar who is getting up with the chamber pot is sluggish, and the horse racing and helpers are starting to load the goods. Everything is almost the same as usual, the only thing is that today

The sky seemed a little brighter than before. The waiter raised his head and looked, it seemed that the sun would not rise for another half an hour, so the waiter didn't think much about it.

On the mountain not far outside the town, three people, one monk and one Confucian, sat in a circle. The monks and Taoists each held black and white chess pieces, frowning and staring at the chessboard. The Confucian scholar, however, looked at the chessboard leisurely for a while, and then

After looking at the sky for a while, he finally said to the monk with a smile: "The master's chess skills are superb and admirable. Since the time of Danzhu, there have been very few people who can do it right."

But the monk shook his head and said: "Sir, that's ridiculous. I don't know much about Go. It's just that the monk has more free time and just uses it to kill time. The two chess skills are even better than those of the poor monk. In this sixth game, the poor monk

The monk is afraid that he will not be able to win."

The Taoist priest held the black piece in his hand: "The great monk is not honest. There have been five changes in these more than one hundred moves. The ghosts and gods are unpredictable. If it weren't for the old Taoist, I still have some skills, and I would have lost yesterday. Monk, it seems that you are serious.

Do you really want to win?”

After hearing this, the monk smiled and said: "I came here to ask for advice just to confirm each other. Whether it is preaching or fighting, even this small chess game is just to prove my own shortcomings. I have benefited a lot from asking for advice these days."

When the Taoist priest heard this, he slowly put down the chess piece in his hand, then raised his head and said to the monk with a solemn face: "Old monk, isn't the Western Self-Contained Heaven bad? Why do you have to come to the East?"

The monk sat upright and said: "It is our duty to educate the world. How come we come from the West and the East?"

Seeing that the monk was still the same, the Taoist priest shook his head and said nothing to him. He turned to ask the Confucian scholar: "Fu Ru, how long have we been competing?"

The Confucian scholar silently calculated in his mind: "It's been more than three months."

After hearing this, the Taoist priest didn't know what he was thinking. He muttered something silently, then sighed and continued to speak to the monk.

"Old monk, when you were talking about Tao a month ago, you said that there are six reincarnations and that cause and effect will lead to retribution. Then I ask you, are there more good people or more evil people in this world?"

"Good people are like crucian carps crossing the river, and evil people are like phoenixes."

"Okay, then are there more animals or people in this world?"

"Of course there are a lot of beasts. I don't know what Master Dao means by asking this?"

"Well, the great monk said there are more animals? But you said that in the six paths of reincarnation, cause and effect are rewarded. Since there are many good people and few evil people, why are there so many animals and so few people in this world?"

After hearing this, the monk closed his eyes and thought carefully about what the Taoist had just said. Seeing that the monk did not answer, the Taoist turned around and asked the Confucian scholar: "Fu Ru, what do you think?"

The Confucian scholar laughed loudly: "You are so strange and powerful, but I am asking the wrong person. The great monk should answer."

At this time, the monk opened his eyes and then said: "I heard that in ancient times, the heaven and earth were in chaos. Pangu was angry and opened up the sky and the earth. When the clear air rises, it is called the sky. When the turbid air falls, it is called the earth. All things in the world can only be lived by birds and animals.

Between heaven and earth. Is the sky bigger, the earth bigger, or the world bigger?"

Before He could wait for the Taoist priest to say anything, he continued: "The heaven and the earth are naturally bigger than this world. The distinction between heaven and earth is pure and turbid. Human beings and animals are just a drop in the ocean between heaven and earth. If you are a very evil person, you need to go through the hell realm and the hungry ghost realm."

, the path of Shura, the path of animals, all kinds of reincarnation, Taoist priest, you are obsessed with it."

The Taoist priest shook his head when he heard this: "Monk, you said that I am in bliss. But I remember you said that vision comes from the heart. The world is in your heart. A single thought can create hell or bliss. Then monk, you said that I am in bliss now.

Or hell?”

The monk recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, if the mind is in bliss, the body will eventually be in bliss. If the mind is in hell, even if the body is in bliss now, it will eventually fall into hell."

Seeing the two of them starting to argue again, the Confucian scholar said helplessly: "You two, the discussion is over. Our sixth game is about chess. This hundred and fifty-eightth move has been a day and a night. I think the three tribulations

The series is inevitable, how about a draw between the two?"

The Taoist priest was free and easy. When he heard this, he grabbed the fly whisk in his hand and laughed loudly: "What this rotten scholar said is right. Old monk, it has become a series of tribulations. There is no winner in this game."

The monk frowned and looked at it for a long time, then slowly put down the chess piece in his hand: "It is indeed a series of tribulations. But..." After saying that, the monk stood up and took the tin staff next to him, and then continued: "The chess game has not been divided yet.

Win or lose, the poor monk will give you some advice for a while."

The Taoist priest didn't seem surprised after hearing this: "When the old monk talks about teaching me, should I ask the poor Taoist to teach me or the rotten Confucian?"

The monk chanted: "Amitabha, of course I want you two to teach me about the formation." After saying this, the monk struck the tin stick in his hand on the ground. The tin stick stood firmly on the rock. Then he took off his cassock and raised it to the sky.

Throwing it, the cassock opened up and then grew bigger and bigger, covering the sky in the blink of an eye.

The Taoist priests and Confucian scholars looked up and saw that the originally black night sky had been completely covered by their cassocks, and all they could see was red.

"Buddha said: First, the cassock is used to cover the body, freeing oneself from shame and being ashamed; secondly, it is free from cold and heat, mosquitoes, and evil beasts; thirdly, it shows the appearance of an ascetic, and those who see it are happy and free from evil thoughts; fourthly, it has the appearance of a jeweled banner between humans and gods, which can lead to the birth of Brahma.

Blessings; when wearing the five robes, the thought of the pagoda arises, which eliminates all sins; the six stains are bad color, and the five desires are cut off, and greed does not arise; the seven cassocks are the pure robes of the Buddha, forever eliminating worries and making fertile land; the eight cassocks are eliminated

The ten good deeds arise from sin; the nine are like fertile fields, which can increase the path to Bodhi; the ten are like armor, which cannot be harmed by the poisonous arrows of troubles. The poor monk uses the cassock on his body to make a formation. This formation is called Xumi!"

After hearing the word Xumi, the Confucian scholar's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he said to the Taoist priest: "Does the Taoist know what Xumi is?"

The Taoist priest laughed: "The old monk said that Mount Sumeru is the center of heaven and earth and the foundation of the universe. It is said that this mountain goes down to 80,000 yojanas underground and is 80,000 yojanas above the ground. Could it be that the old monk wants to imitate your Tathagata?"

, see if I can get out of this Xumi formation?"

The monk nodded: "It's embarrassing. Sumeru's situation covers the heaven and the earth, but the Buddha said that it covers the heaven and the earth. It is not complete. You two can't think of any way to solve it."

After hearing this, the Confucian scholar snorted coldly, flew into the sky, pierced his cassock and flew away. After a while, he disappeared into the night sky. The Taoist priest looked at the monk with some doubts after reading: "Old monk? Your formation is a piece of paper.

Is it blurry? This furu seems to have no energy at all?"

The monk smiled slightly: "Master Tao, please wait for a moment. Look, the Confucian scholar is back again?"

Just as he was talking, a white dot appeared in the night sky, and then it turned into a Confucian scholar in a white gown. The Confucian scholar was obviously surprised when he saw the monk and Taoist. Just as he was about to fall to the ground, the Confucian scholar suddenly spun twice in mid-air.

, and then landed firmly on the ground.

"Paint the sky as the earth? Old monk, you have also reversed the directions in all directions. The Sumeru Formation is really a good trick!"

After hearing this, the monk's face showed neither sadness nor joy, and he continued to say to the Taoist priest: "Does the Taoist master want to break the formation?"

The Taoist priest heard what the Confucian scholar said and saw the monk insisting on breaking the formation by himself. He smiled and said: "If I guess correctly, the only flaw in this Xumi Formation is you as the eye of the formation? As long as the two of us can defeat you.

, this formation will be broken, but if Shimen knows that we will kill you, then what we have done in the past three months will be in vain. Monk, do you really want to get involved?"

"If I don't go to hell, who will?"

"Good sentence, if I don't go to hell, who will? Stop! Stop! Stop!" The Taoist said three words in a row, not trying to persuade the monk.

"Fifty is the way of heaven, and one is missing from four or nine. Following the way of heaven, four or nine is the general trend that cannot be changed, and missing one is also a glimmer of hope. Furu, let me, the old Taoist, take charge of this formation."

The Taoist priest waved the dust in his hand, looked at the boundless cassocks in the sky, and said with a smile: "If master knew that his disciple was so useless, what would he do? Old monk, the Sumeru formation is not weak. Let me hold it up and see.

Whether it can be broken, this formation is called Twenty-eight Sus. Look carefully, Pindao is about to break the formation."

After saying this, the Taoist priest bowed three times to the heaven and the earth, and the dust in his hand started to rise without any wind. Then a white light flew away from the Buddha dust, followed by the second, third, and countless white lights soared into the sky like flying stars. Pierced.

Behind the cassock, he escaped into the night sky.

After escaping into the night sky for a long time, there was no change in the surroundings. The monks and Confucian scholars looked at the Taoist priest with some doubts. The Taoist priest sat cross-legged and laughed loudly: "I'm a poor Taoist, take the first step!" As soon as the words fell, the Taoist priest raised his eyebrows.

The beard hair fell out one by one, and the whole person suddenly looked unkempt.

"Five declines of heaven and man?! Not good!" Seeing this, the monk hurriedly flew to the Taoist priest, but saw that the old Taoist priest had given up his life!

The Confucian scholar stood still and did not move. Seeing that the old Taoist priest actually used this method to break the situation, Qi Qiran said: "Settled the world's affairs and won a reputation after death. There are not many people in the world that I can truly admire, and Taoist Master is one of them."

The monk seemed not to have expected that the Taoist priest was so resolute and would rather die than admit defeat. The monk stared at the old Taoist priest's body for a long time without saying a word.

At this time, a meteor flashed across the sky, and the Confucian scholar said: "In life, there is a gap between heaven and earth, just like a white horse passing by, just suddenly. Master Tao is really free and easy. Old monk, Master Tao has entered reincarnation. You said he is now in

Bliss, or deep hell. But it doesn't matter, no matter where he is? The Sumeru formation can no longer trap him. The formation has been broken, do you have anything to say?"

The monk clasped his hands together and sighed: "Amitabha, the Taoist Master has won this round. But the three of us have set a rule. If I can win two people, I can teach the Dharma in the East. If the Taoist Master wins this round, Mr.

If the situation can be broken, the old monk will go west from now on and never come to the east again."

After hearing this, the Confucian scholar couldn't help shouting angrily: "Old monk, are you going to change your mind?"

"When will the old monk change his mind? When the formation begins, I said, please two of us break this game together. Master Tao has broken the game, sir, please do the same. In Xumi's game, the sky will accept the earth, and Master Tao will enter reincarnation.

To break the situation, sir, should you change the way to break it?"

The Confucian scholar glared angrily, but when he saw that the old monk refused to give in, the Confucian scholar changed his expression and laughed.

"Hahahaha..., old monk, you are right! But, did you understand what the Taoist just said?"

"What words?"

"The way of heaven is full at fifty, and one of the four is missing. The general trend of the forty-nine is irreversible, and the lack of one is also a glimmer of hope. I originally thought that the Taoist gave himself a glimmer of hope, but now I think about it, he didn't leave it to himself at all. Old monk, you

Do you know what the twenty-eight constellations are?”

"Twenty-eight constellations? Stars in the sky!"

"Yes, just take a look!" After saying this, Confucian Chang Hong pointed his finger and pierced his cassock. Outside of his cassock, countless meteors streaked across the sky.

"Do you remember that Master Tao just asked me how many months we have been fighting? When he learned that it was three months, he secretly said that the world is unkind and troubles will arise! Hahahaha..." The monk didn't care to listen to the Confucian scholar at this time.

He pulled out the tin stick from the ground, and then ran away. The Confucian scholar didn't pay attention to him at all, and continued to laugh.

"Old monk, the battle of wits is not over yet. Come with me to find the Taoist master! Hahahaha..."

At this moment, the red clouds coming from the northeast covered the entire earth in just a few breaths. People in the small town in the distance looked up at the sky in panic.
Chapter completed!