Chapter 39 5. The secret meeting with Mei Xuanzi

The Buddha said: "All dharmas are empty, cause and effect are not empty, and cause and effect reciprocate, like a shadow." People can disbelieve in everything, but you can't hide from cause and effect.People are doing it, the sky is watching, every action you make, God will keep an account for you.The coffin of Wufa, the mutiny at Batou, the storm of ghost generals, the assassination of Xiyalou, the imprisonment of the puppet Manchuria, the choice of life and death... the one after another made the grandfather feel very tired.Can not blame others, this road is his own choice.Thinking back to the years of Jiang Xiang's years, besides cheating, he was still cheating, fighting, fighting and killing all day long, and now he finally got himself on the cutting edge!

For the first time, he reflected on whether he was right or wrong to join the "Jiang Xiang faction".He thought of Zhang Dancheng, majestic and all-powerful, so what happened in the end?No wife and no children, she left with tears incompletely; he thought of Qiao Wumei, who was black and white, and calculated all the secrets, but he didn't think that he would die suddenly; In the gossip furnace; the next one may be myself... The grandfather even began to envy Liang Wenqiu, envied him for having a good master father, and envied him for being able to start a new life.But I was riding a tiger and couldn't get off, and my feet were empty!

Grandfather is not afraid of death, but he knows that his work is not finished yet. Everything has a beginning and an end, and no matter how heavy the burden is, it must be carried on. This time it is not for himself, let alone for "Jiang Xiangpai", but It's for Greater China!Grandpa began to think about the next strategy. This move is very dangerous, and if he is not careful, he will lose everything.One's own life or death is not important, what is important is where China's "Guidaomen" will go, what will happen to the Japanese next, and what will happen to the Chinese nation.

Over the years, grandpa has played countless games. He has never been afraid of anything, but this time he is afraid. He can't afford to lose. If he loses, he will be a sinner through the ages.Grandpa thought hard and thought about the method of layout, and finally, he found a breakthrough. At night, he took two close-fitting little feet to the "Plum Blossom Club" to meet Mei Xuanzi in secret. "Master Mei is safe and well!" Grandpa greeted with a clasped fist after entering the door. This made Mei Xuanzi feel a "thump" in his heart, he was already at a loss about his grandfather being a traitor, but his late-night visit made him even more suspicious.

"Grandfather is here, what advice do you have?" Mei Xuanzi asked. "I'm here to talk to you about how to better serve the Emperor of Japan." Grandpa said with a fake smile. "Oh." Mei Xuanzi was taken aback, "Grandpa just joked, based on my knowledge of Grandpa and the 'Jiang Xiangpai', Grandpa will never be a traitor!" "Haha!" Grandfather laughed loudly, "Master Mei is over-rewarded, a mere scumbag, living in troubled times, liars like us, live every day counting, people are dead and the ball is up to the sky, it doesn't matter what morality is."

Mei Xuanzi was taken aback again, Grandpa rarely swears, this time it is very abnormal. "Isn't Master Mei also a traitor?" Grandpa asked back. "Hehe." Mei Xuanzi chuckled, "That's right, liars like us live every day, and we're dead." The grandfather smiled slightly, Mei Xuanzi really was not simple, when both sides tested each other's depth, no one dared to speak falsely. "This is the number one chair in the south of the Yangtze River. I think Master Mei should come to sit." Grandpa said. Mei Xuanzi shook his head and chuckled: "The 'Plum Blossom Club' has a shallow foundation, so it can't compare to my grandfather's 'Jiangxiang School', which has stood firm for three hundred years. Some time ago, the Japanese supported us, and we have raised our heads , and now my grandfather has also received the "Gongjialing" bestowed by the Japanese Emperor, the number one in the south of the Yangtze River is none other than my grandfather."

The grandfather also shook his head: "Master Mei is too modest, if you and I are not suitable, then I have to let Xianyu the left head of the 'Tianshengdao'!" the opinion of. Mei Xuanzi finally broke out and said, "That bastard! Zhang Jiyao was killed by him! He is a teacher for one day and a father for the rest of his life. Regardless of righteousness or evil, a master is a master. Killing a master is like killing a father. Is he still a human being? " The grandfather kept his composure and murmured: "Live every day counts, people die..." Before he finished speaking, Mei Xuanzi interrupted Grandpa: "Grandfather, stop acting! We have been dealing with each other for a long time, I know exactly what Grandpa is like. If you dare to be a traitor, you will not be afraid of the Ninth Master behind you." (Wang Yaqiao) cut you?"

The grandfather smiled again: "People are bound to die, being a traitor is also death, not being a traitor is also death, and the glory before death is worth it!" Mei Xuanzi stood up abruptly, fixed his eyes on his grandfather, squeezed out a few words between his teeth: "I - despise - you!" The grandfather still sat steadily and said, "Master Mei, turn around." Mei Xuanzi was taken aback for a moment: "What... what do you mean?" Grandfather pointed to the diorama behind Mei Xuanzi, and said, "Look at the man inside, you should tell him first."

Mei Xuanzi turned around angrily, stared at himself in the mirror without moving his eyes, and suddenly shouted: "Fuck!" With a flick of his long sleeve, he knocked the mirror over with a bang, turned back to his grandfather angrily, and said coldly : "I know you are not a traitor, and you will not be a traitor. Now let me tell you, listen carefully, I—Mei Xuanzi, am not a traitor either!" Grandfather felt excited, this is exactly what grandpa wanted. In the early years, when Mei Xuanzi set up his own family in Shanghai, the grandfather sent someone to investigate his details, and when he learned that he was the disciple of Mr. Mei Fuzu, a master of Chinese studies, he took a special look at this young man.Mei Fuzu is a master of Chinese studies, with first-class character and talent. The old man taught and educated people all his life, and he was full of peaches and plums. After he became a monk, he devoted himself to pure cultivation. He and Mr. Li Shutong have a Buddha and a Tao, and they have learned from each other on different life trajectories. Depending on the realm of life, one will become a Buddha after Nirvana, and the other will become a fairy.

The upper beam is upright and the lower beam is straight.The students taught by Mei Fuzu would not be bad no matter what, so Grandpa was very puzzled at that time.As for the reason why Mei Xuanzi returned from the Taoist sect and established himself in Shanghai Beach, no one knows the reason. "Grandfather comes with me." Mei Xuanzi calmed down a little. Grandfather knew that the real secret was about to be revealed. The two entered the west side room, and the grandfather saw that it was a memorial tablet, on which it was written: "the spiritual tablet of the ancestor Mei Gong (taboo)".

Mei Xuanzi took out three sticks of incense, lit them, inserted them into the incense burner respectfully, and kowtowed three times.Then he told his grandfather why he returned to vulgarity. It is difficult to be at home, and it is even more difficult to become a monk.Regardless of monks or Taoists, true monks do not hide in order to be pure. That is called escaping, not pure cultivation. There is a saying in "Avatamsaka Sutra and Universal Worthy Actions and Vows": "Just like the lotus does not touch the water, it is like the sun and the moon do not live in the sky." The state of freedom, elegance and etherealness cannot be achieved by avoiding.Countless eminent monks and great virtues in history are examples of diligence and diligence. Under the compassionate vow of taking the common people as their own responsibility, they think about the common people in every action and every minute and every second.At the moment of Nirvana, I was still thinking about the common people, making a vow in the sky, and not giving up all living beings, just like Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, who "swears that he will not become a Buddha until the hell is empty, and only when all living beings are exhausted can he realize Bodhi." Therefore, it is easy to become a monk for a while, but it is difficult to become a monk for a lifetime.Mei Xuanzi confirmed this sentence, he has too many bad habits.Especially gambling, he couldn't quit. Despite Mei Fuzu's repeated teachings, he still can't get rid of eating shit, and sometimes he even wants to chop off his own hands with a knife.Later, by chance, he heard his seniors discuss in private that there was a book annotated by Mei Fuzu hidden in the "Sutra Pavilion" in the backyard. This news shocked Mei Xuanzi! "Qimen Dunjia" is the highest level of forecasting in the Book of Changes. It was called "Emperor's Learning" in ancient times. It covers five elements, stems and branches, nine palaces, gossip, star gods, etc. Elements are the culmination of Chinese mysterious culture.The ancients had a saying, "If you learn Qimen Dunjia, you don't need to ask people who come here", which means that if you know "Qimen Dunjia", you are sitting at home drinking tea, and someone knocks on the door, but he hasn't spoken yet. , you will know why he came.This kind of fairy-like praise makes "Qimen Dunjia" the object of pursuit in the minds of countless people. Throughout the ages, researchers of magic numbers have flocked to it. After Mei Xuanzi learned about the "Sutra Pavilion", he did everything possible to get this book. Once he learned this skill, he would have no worries about eating and drinking. He could "start the game" at any time and choose a Gamble on a good day, and then choose a good position on the gaming table. In the time and space of auspiciousness, you will definitely win! Little do they know that all forecasting techniques are spiritual, and all forecasting methods based on the Book of Changes follow a rule: a family that accumulates goodness must have remembrance celebrations, and a household that accumulates bad deeds must have residual disasters.The purpose of the sage to make changes is to educate all living beings, seek good fortune and avoid evil, not to satisfy selfish desires. If the forecasting technique is used in crooked ways, then the sword will go astray, and it will eventually destroy itself.Some people among the people who went to learn "Qimen Dunjia" with the dream of getting rich eventually got mad and became mad. Old Mr. Mei Fuzu saw through Mei Xuanzi's state of mind, and said to him earnestly: "All virtuous dharmas are just illusions. Your six sense organs are not clean, so you are not suitable for learning metaphysics, or you will be tired of it!" Mei Xuanzi nodded deeply. In fact, he didn't listen at all. The thought of "stealing the book and leaving" rose in his mind.At three o'clock the next day, Mei Xuanzi came to the backyard alone, sneaked into the "Tibetan Scripture Pavilion", lit a candle, covered the candlelight with his sleeve, rummaged through the box, and finally found a manuscript "Qi Men Dun Jia Ji Zhu". The Taoist priests also noticed the flickering lights in the Sutra Pavilion and shouted: "There are culprits! There are culprits!" Mei Xuanzi hastily hid the scriptures in his bosom, flew out through the window, climbed up the pre-placed ladder, climbed over the high wall, and ran down the mountain in the dark. After dawn, Mei Xuanzi ran forty or fifty miles, sat under a big tree, wiped the sweat from his brow, and laughed loudly.Then he took out the book from his bosom, opened it, and was immediately discouraged. It turned out that this was just a general outline, that is, an outline. The specific operation method is not involved at all, and Mei Xuanzi discovered that the title of this book is "Qimen Dunjia Collection Annotation Volume 1", and if there is "Volume 1", there must be "Volume 2", "Volume 3", and even "Volume 1". One hundred", he stole the book and ran out in a panic last night without seeing the name clearly. Thinking of this, Mei Xuanzi felt regretful and angry! He wanted to go back and continue stealing, but reason overcame madness, and he knew that it was impossible, maybe after going back, he would be beaten to death by his seniors, and the master would also expel him from the school.Mei Xuanzi thought about it, and decided to leave this place forever. He still had a good conscience, and kowtowed a few times in the direction of Plum Blossom Temple, and disappeared from sight. Two years later, Mei Xuanzi saw a newspaper news on the street, saying that Mr. Mei Fuzu, a senior Chinese scholar, had passed away.He ran back to the Taoist temple desperately.The incident of stealing the book two years ago was still vivid in his mind. When he reached the door, he was a little hesitant. At this moment, the door opened, and it was Senior Brother Xuankong. Xuankong said: "Come in, Master was still reciting your name before he left." When Mei Xuanzi heard this, tears welled up. Kneeling in front of Mei Fuzu's memorial tablet, Mei Xuanzi was full of thoughts, and the scenes of Master's life turned back and forth before his eyes. Xuan Kong cried and said: "Before Master left, he said a lot to our brothers and sisters. He said that the biggest regret in his life is that he didn't save you well. He has five hundred disciples and students, and each of them has gone the right way. , just didn’t drag you back, but he believes that one day you will be able to return from the wrong way. He believes that everyone has good roots, but the opportunity is not enough, and the day of germination has not yet reached, so he made a great wish: If he says something wrong If he was right, the iron tree in front of the door would bloom immediately. As a result, the next day after Master passed away, the iron tree at the door that hadn’t bloomed for ninety years actually pulled out bright yellow stamens! " "Master—" Mei Xuanzi looked up to the sky and burst into tears.The autumn wind was rustling, the vegetation was mournful, and Mei Xuanzi's wailing resounded through the sky.