Reality is a beggar, in a dream is a king; reality is a king, a beggar in a dream. The question is, beggar and king who is happier?
It is a pity that I and other ordinary people have dreams of occasional dreams, just like the Wuling people entering the peach blossom source, wanting to find another way but not getting back. If someone can dream night and night, isn't it like the Eastern Han Dynasty, which can be called a land god? In the Qing Dynasty, there was a Taoist monk who claimed to be able to sell "dreams".
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="3" > boring</h1>
During the Yongzheng period, there were families in the capital surnamed Zhang, who operated casino silk, money and house ticket numbers, etc., and became extremely wealthy for generations. Unfortunately, the people are thin, and in this generation, there is only one seedling, which we call Zhang Dashao for the time being.
Zhang Dashao was born at the peak, and the family was spoiled incomparably, at the age of twelve or thirteen, he understood the affairs of men and women, and the maid of honor at home and the good family singer Ji ji outside did not know how much he played. So that Zhang Dashao was only seventeen or eighteen years old, and he had no interest in playing with women.
Later, he began to drink and gamble, but most of the casinos in Beijing were opened by the Zhang family, even if they lost ten thousand taels a day, they returned to the Hands of the Zhang family at night. Soon, Zhang Dashao was also lacking in interest.
Then later, Zhang Dashao began to smoke the five stone scatter, and at the beginning he could still want to die, but with the passage of time, even the effect of the five stone scatter on him was getting smaller and smaller, and there was no difference between smoking shisha in the back.
Poor Zhang Da was young and had already read all the prosperity of the world, so that he was bored and bored all day long, and he didn't know how to pass the day.
The main ingredient of five stones
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="7" > dreamer</h1>
One day, a small treasure was brought by his subordinates: Recently, a Taoist priest came to the capital, very magical, he was able to "sell dreams" to sell dreams. It can also be tailored to your needs, such as if you want to become a god, buy a fairy dream; if you want to become an emperor, buy an emperor dream; if you want to become a hero, buy a big hero dream. In dreams you can do whatever you want and do whatever you want. However, the asking price is very expensive, and it costs a hundred taels of silver for a dream.
Zhang Dashao lacks everything, that is, there is no shortage of money. Zhang Dashao, who was loveless, immediately found a Taoist priest and bought a big hero dream to try first. The Taoist priest gave him a delicate small porcelain vase, accompanied by a "product description", and instructed: The dreams I sold are too realistic to be distinguished from reality. But you just have to remember that as long as you see two suns in the sky, you are in a dream.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="9" > the first experience of the dream</h1>
Zhang Dashao returned home and couldn't wait to open a bottle of "Dream", and in an instant a colorful smoke came out of it. Zhang Dashao only felt that the sky was spinning, and immediately fainted, and the next moment he suddenly woke up, everything seemed to have changed from just now, but when he walked out of the door and found that there were two suns in the sky, he knew that he had entered the dream.
Zhang Dashao was walking slowly on the street, and suddenly saw a beautiful woman, Zhang Dashao tried to flirt a few times. Some passers-by saw the righteous courage to stand up to stop it, Zhang Dashao punched over, only to see that the man flew out several inches away, and he actually died like this. In the dream, am I really the invincible master of the world? Zhang Dashao's heart was full of flowers, and he actually took the woman as a street to correct the law. Those who were blocked were all killed by Zhang Dashao's punches.
Later, the more he played, the happier he became, and he actually broke into the palace alone, killed all the guards, even the emperor was killed by him, and then he wantonly "committed murder" inside, and the seventy-two concubines of the three palaces and six courts were all spared. He was having fun, when suddenly the sky was spinning again, and when he woke up and saw that there was only one sun in the sky, he realized that the dream had awakened.
This next Zhang Dashao finally found unparalleled fun, he spent tens of thousands of silver to buy hundreds of bottles of "dreams" from the Taoist at a time, all types are readily available, and since then he has been immersed in dreams every day, today as a hero, tomorrow as a god, it is simply cooler than "Westworld". There is no difference between dreaming and dreaming, the senses are exactly the same, and over time, Zhang Dashao has completely been unable to distinguish between reality and feelings in dreams, and can only barely rely on the number of suns to distinguish.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="11" > dreams and reality</h1>
When he woke up one day half a year later, Zhang Dashao didn't even remember whether he had smoked the dream fog, but saw two suns in the sky. He remembered that he was in a dream. Zhang Dashao thought, anyway, bored, it is better to kill people first.
He carried a steel knife and walked out of the courtyard door, two small squatters came to ask for peace, he killed them all with one knife, the blood of the two people splashed on him, and four eyes stared at him on the ground. He completely ignored it, thinking that he was in a dream anyway, so he killed people all the way.
Immediately his parents heard the news and came with the guards, and Zhang Father shouted: You evil beast! As a result, Zhang Dashao did not think about it, and he killed his father with a knife, and then picked up a stone and smashed his mother to death while everyone was stunned. He didn't want to kill his father with a knife, and in the stunned eyes of everyone, he picked up a stone on the side and smashed his mother to death. After finishing, he laughed and said, "It's all just a dream, it's all a dream." ”
The guards reacted to this, and rushed up to send Zhang Dashao to the official palace, Zhang Dashao twisted a little, huh? Why is there so little strength this time? But he didn't care too much.
Killing several people in broad daylight, and even killing one's own biological parents in full view of everyone, is simply unheard of. Because the case was so sensational that the whole country was shocked, the imperial court quickly sentenced him to Ling Chi's death, and the punishment department waiter served as the beheading officer.
Until the execution ground, Zhang Dashao was a little nervous, how could this dream be so long? Why haven't I woken up from my dream yet? He tried to break free of the rope as he had done in his previous dream, but found that the rope did not move at all. Before he could be shocked, the executioner in charge of the execution had already cut flesh on him, several knives down, Zhang Dashao was in pain, and in despair, he seemed to see a familiar face in the crowd of onlookers, it was the Taoist priest who "sold dreams" to him! Only to see the Daoist priest smile at him slightly, probe up with his hand, and actually pluck a sun, and shake the sun with his hand, it turned out that the extra sun was only made of paper by the Daoist priest!
Zhang Dashao was completely insane, crying out loud in severe pain about his grievances, but who would believe him? However, on the second day, Zhang Dashao was tortured with less than a thousand knives and died in a terrible despair.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="13" > Editor's note:</h1>
In reality, Zhang Dashao, bad things are done, even killing his biological parents, Ling Chi's execution is considered to be cheap for him. However, Zhang Dashao cried before his death and told about his own encounter, the Taoist who could "sell dreams", the ability to "create dreams", was it really someone, or was it because Zhang Dashao's usual five stones were scattered and eaten too much? Or is it just a hallucinogenic drug cloaked in "Taoism"?
Zhuang Zhou dreamed for Hu Die, and the lifelike Hu Butterfly also. This strange story, perhaps like the dream itself, is elusive and bizarre, and there will never be an answer.
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