On the other side, Cai Maofei closed his voice and said, "Brother, the director is talking, I'll reply to you later." Then he hung up the phone.

Nishino put away his cell phone, drove the car back to the large yard of the villa, got out of the car, and sat on the stone table in the yard with Xiaoxiao, asking Amin to take him to see the poppy flowers in the "ecological farm".

"Boss, look, some of the more than 50 poppy plants bloom and some bear fruit. The flowers are large and gorgeous, red, purple, and white, and bloom upwards. The flowers fall early and bear spherical capsules, with small and numerous seeds inside." Amin stood at the corner of a messy wall and said, "Poppy flowers are also called hero flowers. They are the raw materials for making opium and the most beautiful flower in the world."

"Amin, what medicinal value does this poppy have?" Xiaoxiao saw such a beautiful flower for the first time, but was also called the "flower of death", which was very puzzled.

"Long, poppy, and fruit are mainly used to produce crows, slices, sea, loin, and beans, which can be used as pain relief, sedation and sleeping agents. In ancient Greece and Roman times, it has been highly valued by doctors." Amin squatted down, picked up a blue poppy, and held the fruit in his hand and crushed it.

"It seems that our China is not the origin of poppy, right?" Xiaoxiao kept taking photos of the uprooted poppy flowers.

"Yes." Nishino took over the conversation, "poppy is native to the mountainous areas of the eastern Mediterranean and Egypt in Asia Minor. In the early AD, poppy was introduced to ancient Egypt from the Greek and Mesopotamian plains. In ancient Egypt, poppy was called the divine flower."

"Then why did Afghanistan, Iran and the Golden Triangle in Asia become the origin of poppy?" Amin scratched his head.

"Poppy was introduced to Southeast Asia in the 7th century. For a long time, Southeast Asians regarded poppy as a medicinal plant rather than as a cash crop. Therefore, the puffs and flakes did not flood and harm society.

It was not until the British colonists occupied India, Myanmar and other countries that they frantically planted poppies on the South Asian continent and the Indochina Peninsula. In 1624, opium was introduced to China, and there were gladiators in our country…” Nishino still had a certain understanding of opium, especially the history of the Opium War.

"Boss, now Yuanxing and a few people are secretly planting poppy in the yard, why do outsiders know?" Ahming asked.

"What accent do those fake policemen have?" Xiye looked at the fish in the fish pond as he walked.

"Hong Kong Mandarin... One of them spoke very stiffly, with a thorny beard under his nose and a gun on his waist, and he looked fierce." Ah Ming strongly recalled the situation at that time, "The police car they drove was a cheetah, and the license plate number was police ·大全 a00098."

"Let's go, let's go to the traffic police brigade to check the information about this car." Xiyehuo said anxiously.

"Don't go, don't go. This police car is a deck, so it can't be found." A monk wearing a cassock drove in a Mercedes-Benz and stopped in front of Nishino with a creaking sound.

"Master **, what advice do you have?" Nishino's palms were combined.

"Donor, you have lost yourself on the road of the world. Amitabha." The master got out of the car and walked to the stone table.

"Master, what is yourself?" Xiaoxiao doesn't like the mysterious and mysterious monks, and pretends to be profound. She clearly has a good husband, her career is as high as the peak, and her family is harmonious. Where did she lose herself? Xiaoxiao really can't figure it out.

"The so-called self is nothing more than a concept, which cannot be used as a substance, and cannot be hoarded and preserved. The meaning of life is used to express concern for others. Only by doing this can it have permanent value. This ideal is similar to the teachings of Brahmanism and Buddhism in ancient India. The thinkers of ancient India believed that the self is an illusion, and that what truly exists in the world is only countless cycles of cause and effect." The master said slowly.

"But Confucianism believes that a person must constantly contact the outside world to be a person in society. Leaving the outside world, an individual is equal to a piece of white paper. In the middle of contact, he may not only show selfishness, but also eliminate selfishness and achieve benevolence, so as to be kind and do major events in the world. Long Xiaoxiao said, "Chinese Buddhism is no longer the original Buddhism of ancient India. To a large extent, it has been transformed by Confucianism and Taoism, integrated with Confucian and Taoist elements, and has Chinese characteristics, haha."

"The female donor's knowledge is indeed amazing... Taoist selflessness and selflessness are forgetfulness on the basis of inaction. You are not you, but you are still you. When your thoughts cannot reach the height of selflessness, they will be full of **, and pursue fame and profit, and yin and yang cannot be coordinated, and you are no longer the primitive you." The master closed his eyes and pinched the Buddhist beads.

"Wow, mage, aren't you a tongue twister?" Nishino looked confused.

"Let the donor laugh, I can't tell the tongue." Master ** slowly took off his sunglasses, "Brother Nishino, do you still know me?"

"I don't know..." Nishino was stunned.

Then the mage sat cross-legged on the stone bench, his body was slightly fat, and the muscles on his face were shaking naturally for a few times, and he laughed, like a Maitreya Buddha, "Brother, take a closer look."

Nishino looked at the master, and after looking for a while, he couldn't recognize who the master was. He smiled and said, "I really can't remember it, Master."

"Brother, you are so forgot about it." The master smiled and took out a paper bag and a wine gourd from his bag, put it on the stone table, opened the paper bag, exposed a few chicken feet, a few chicken heads, as well as chicken butts, and stretched out his hands, grabbed two chicken feet and started to chew, and chatted while eating: "Brother, remember who I am?"

Nishino pointed at the large pack of chicken feet, chicken head, chicken butt, and suddenly realized: "Liu Sanchi, Liu Sanche—"

"Yes, right! I have entered the Buddhist holy land, and went to Jinshan Temple to practice calligraphy and copy scriptures, so I called myself a monk." Liu Sanchi took out another hardcover version of the Diamond Sutra, "Brother, do you want to read it?"

"Thank you, I don't have time."

"This is the Diamond Sutra I copied by myself. I don't have any money, so I'll give it to you." Liu Sanchi took out his signature pen, wrote down his name on the title page of the book in a few swishes, and handed it to Nishiye.

"Boy, you can do it. How long has it been in Jinshan Temple? Your calligraphy has made great progress. Is there any expert guidance?"

"Some. I met a monk in the scripture copying room of Jinshan Temple. He was from the Heishan area and was named Master Huiwu. He devoted himself to studying calligraphy and scriptures, killing two birds with one stone."

"Ah, such a coincidence. Master Huiwu was my history teacher in high school!" Nishino screamed.

"I know, Master Huiwu often mentions you to me and says that his most accomplished student is brother."

"Master Liu, I am just a businessman and I have no sense of accomplishment. I can't compare with those government civil servants."

"This is a bad word. Civil servants should stand aside. Ordinary salary of several thousand yuan a month, and their lifetime salary is not enough for you to eat or drink.

"Civil servants have first-insurance hardware, but I don't."

"Five insurances and one fund are considered a bird. I have been a civil servant for several months, working from nine to five, with too many restrictions and not free, so I quit. I told fortunes and feng shui to others, how quickly the money comes, and when I have time, I can write poetry or online articles. That is the life I like."

"Then why do you want to go to Jinshan Temple? Liu Sanchi."

"Seeing through the world, the evening drum and morning bell of Jinshan Temple cleansed my heart. The Dharma is boundless and the sea of ​​suffering is boundless. The monk travels all over the world to save all living beings. He wants to persuade the world to accumulate good deeds and achieve virtue, and repay grievances with virtue."

"Master Liu, can you have any in your previous life?" Nishino asked.

Liu Sanchi put down his unfinished chicken feet, remained silent for a while, then calculated it, and then said something that seemed to be unaware: "How many dreams in life are there? How many people know that after decades of hard work, the regrets cannot be pursued. I hope that the leaves in my hometown have gone, and the ghost clan has urged each other. The pine nuts in the Cangshan Mountain fall, the cold wind chaotic wild walnuts. The world is depressed, the flowers die in the world, the sadness of the world. The frost at night rises, the dew is cold and the tears are sagging..."

"Master, why do you feel so emotional?" Nishino seemed very sad when he saw Liu Sanchi.

"I never regretted escaping into a monk. If I wanted to return to secular life one day, it would be OK."

"You can't let go of someone, right?"

"I have no worries and are lonely. I met a Japanese woman on the road of the world. When I was about to let go, I was often there..."

"Dad, what are you talking to this monk?" Sijie pulled Ximin and ran happily towards the stone table.

"Dad and this uncle are talking about Buddhist principles... Westjet, Westminster, call the master." Nishino said, holding the hands of the two children.

"Hello, uncle, master!" The two little guys bowed to Liu Sanchi in a silence.

"Hello, children." Liu Sanchi smiled and greeted Westminster. He looked closely and immediately folded his hands together: "Good, all, Hualubai and Cai Linna are here. The past lives of these two children are..."

"Master, you are not dazzled..." Xiaoxiao felt deeply uneasy when she heard this, and interrupted Liu Sanchi's words, "Xijie, take your brother to play elsewhere."

"Well, OK." Sijie took Ximin to the flower bush to catch butterflies, "Mom, goodbye--"

When the child walked away, Liu Sanchi took off a string of Buddhist beads hanging on his neck and hung them on the tree. One of the Buddhist beads was transparent and crystal clear. Then Liu Sanchi rubbed them with his hands a few times, and after a while, the Buddhist beads shone brightly.

"I am not dazzled. Please read the two donors... This is what is called past and present life." Liu Sanchi said.

"Master, there is a video on your Buddhist bead. It's not a high-tech product, right?" Nishino said with a smile.

"Where, where. This is not an ordinary Buddhist bead. Only those who are destined to see such a mirror image." Liu Sanchi replied, "Amitabha."

The scene of Hualou shooting at Cai Lina with a gun appeared on the Buddhist bead. Hualou fell to the ground and was not dead yet. The image became clearer and clearer. Nishino helped Cai Lina to walk slowly towards the villa gate.

"Husband, the one who holds the gun is really Hualubai, that's right." Xiaoxiao pointed to the Buddhist beads and said, "You are here too. The woman in red is Lina--"
Chapter completed!