In the next few days, Uncle Ma never mentioned the demolition again, and lived every day as before, as if he had never left home.
It's just that he is getting lazier and lazier. Every day after dinner, he will hold the tape recorder and listen to the show, squinting on the recliner and shaking his head.
The matter of reading divination basically falls on me alone.
I cherish days like this very much. When I have nothing to do, I just watch Uncle Ma talk and listen to him talk to me about all kinds of things.
Uncle Ma is always very interesting when talking. Whenever I chat with him, I feel like we are talking about cross talk. He is teasing and I am flattering.
In fact, I am not very good at words, and I don’t like the intrigues in the world. I like to be quiet, think alone, and sit at the door of my room every day, watching people coming and going on the street.
Whenever this happens, I will have a feeling, as if these strangers around me are just NPCs in the game, and as if they are chess pieces placed by the Creator on the big chessboard of heaven and earth.
I don't know them, and they don't know me either. Although we appear on the same street at the same time, there is no intersection.
Even sometimes when I go to Central Street, a place with bustling crowds of people, I feel the same way. It seems that this world is very real, but also very unreal.
I always feel that there is something controlling and designing behind this world.
I told Uncle Ma this, but he dismissed it and said that you have delusional disorder. You look at others like NPCs, and others look at you like NPCs. You said that you sit motionless at the door every day. Isn’t that just like a game? Are you the same as the shop owner here?
I couldn't help laughing. What Uncle Ma said is quite right. I said Uncle Ma, in fact, this world is like this. It's like a large game. Everyone is the protagonist, some people are also players, but some people are NPCs. , only when someone triggers the condition will the plot mission be started.
Uncle Ma glanced at me and said, are you using my computer to play games?
I said yes, you're not at home either, and I'm bored, why don't you let me play games?
Uncle Ma said again, have you watched the movie?
I'm speechless. I said Uncle Ma doesn't do anything like this. Can you draw inferences from one example? When did I mention watching a movie?
Uncle Ma laughed out loud and finally told me, don’t think about what is and isn’t all day long. We are all human beings, and we cannot see through the nature of this world because of the limitations of laws. If one day you really see through it, haha Congratulations, you can leave this world and ascend to immortality.
When I say the so-called ascension to immortality, does that count as a dimension ascension? Doesn't it mean that there are many different dimensions, not all in the same space.
Uncle Ma pointed to the entrance of the hall and said to me: "Let me test you, what do you think the Xian family is?"
I said without thinking: "The immortal family is a spiritual body, a kind of spiritual consciousness, including gods in the sky and ghosts in the earth. I think they are all like this. They belong to the same material and are separated from the body. It's just that ghosts are Yin. Immortals are yang.”
Uncle Ma nodded: "You're right. In fact, I think gods are higher-dimensional life forms, but first there must be some kind of energy to sustain them, otherwise they will not be able to survive. The same is true for ghosts."
I thought for a while and said, "You mean worship? Faith?"
Uncle Ma laughed: "Boys can be taught, and you are right, so why do they all want to worship them? The same goes for the gods in the sky. If no one in the world worships them and believes in them, they will slowly cease to exist. "
"Doesn't exist anymore? Don't gods and Buddhas have great magic power? How could they not exist?"
"Silly boy, existence is relative. If everyone in the world firmly believes that there is no God, then do you think this God exists or does not exist?"
I suddenly realized something, and after thinking about it for a moment, I felt a little chilly.
I didn't dare to ask any more questions, and I didn't dare to think too much, so I changed the subject.
"In that case, all the offerings, incense, and burned paper money and ingots are actually a kind of energy that sustains them, right?"
Uncle Ma gave me a thumbs up: "Absolutely correct, so why does the old immortal want merit? Why don't you let his disciples defraud people of money? Because merit is a very powerful thing, which is converted from faith, and is far greater than yours." The offerings on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month.”
Uncle Ma also gave me an example. He said, look at Mazu. She is the patron saint of the sea. She has countless beliefs and countless merits, and she becomes stronger and stronger.
If it were a dilapidated small temple in a remote village, and a small god of unknown origin was worshiped inside, it would take half a year for someone to go there, burn two sticks of incense, and say, God, please bless me.
In fact, that god has been unable to eat for half a year, his pants are all torn, and he is dying. Can he bless you?
That’s why people go to big temples to burn incense, go to crowded temples, go to famous temples, and even go to crowded temples. They don’t like to go to poor temples where there are no people.
It is because of the overwhelming power of faith in the big temple that a large group of people below are burning incense and worshiping the gods. A group of gods are in the auspicious clouds in the sky, and they are so happy that their back molars are exposed.
Look at that poor temple, which is deserted. It doesn’t receive any incense for ten days and a half. Even the gods don’t like to go there. Isn’t the incense burned in vain?
If not to say that Uncle Ma is better at giving examples than I am, this is such a real image, it makes me so happy.
But I’m a little puzzled. Uncle Ma, from what you say, are gods also snobbish? Don’t want to go to the poor temple? Do I really not save the poor?
Uncle Ma said that's not the case. Such an understanding is narrow. If you really have that sincerity and merit, you can still inspire gods and Buddhas at home, let alone a poor temple.
The so-called large temples have many gods and goddesses. That is because they have more power of mind and strong inspiration, so more gods and Buddhas will stay there. This cannot be said to be snobbery.
But if you are poor and lazy, recite the Buddha's name twice a year, and spend the rest of the time eating, drinking, whoring, and gambling, what do you think the Buddha would do to save you? Are you going to anger him?
I couldn't help laughing.
So I really want to chat with Uncle Ma, it is informative and interesting, just like listening to cross talk.
Then the two of us returned to the issue of high-dimensional life. Uncle Ma said that high-dimensional life is not limited by time and space at all. This is why gods are omniscient and can tell the past and future just by looking at you.
I said that this is also the case for medical treatment in the immortal family. Uncle Ma was right. High-dimensional life is not hindered by anything. People can directly see your internal organs, and of course they will know where you are sick.
Including the Immortal Family, when people are seeing people, they can be thousands of miles away in an instant. Don't think that they are flying there. They are using magical powers to travel through time and space instantly, and they are there in the blink of an eye.
Of course, whether you fly over or teleport there, running such a distance consumes a lot of energy.
So every time the Xian family came back from a long journey, they had to eat something and take a rest, because they were really tired.
I am convinced by what he said, because I feel the same way myself. Even if the Xian family takes me to fly every time, the speed is not very fast, but if they go to do things by themselves, it will be back and forth in an instant.
I asked Uncle Ma again. Nowadays, there are many people who read divination online. They can read it by sending a photo through QQ. Is this reliable?
