Love in a mental hospital

Chapter 322 Shakyamuni
We also went to Jiming Temple.

There are rumors in the world that they will break up, but it is the bad fate that is cut off, and the good fate will not be affected, so Gu Ran must be full of confidence.

The temple is not big, and not many people come to pray for marriage. Most of them come to pray for wealth. This is also the only practical action taken by young people who want to get rich quickly. They still don't even buy lottery tickets on weekdays.

If there is not even a chimney left for the God of Wealth, how can he come to your house?

Not even talking about love. Look at Gu Ran, he became rich just because of love. Wait, he didn’t seem to get rich overnight, but instead spent money like water?

Coming out of Jiming Temple, it was getting dark and the evening breeze was chilly.

"Isn't South City one of the four furnaces? Why is it so cold in autumn?" An Yao, who was wearing less clothes to look better, crossed her arms.

"How about we go back first?" Fei Xiaoxiao suggested, "We can have hot pot in the yard for dinner, and then go to the Qinhuai River for a walk to digest the food?"

Everyone's initial plan was to eat some special delicacies.

But if you think about it carefully, it is unlikely that any delicious food can only be found in one city. This is the era we live in nowadays.

So they went straight back.

On the way, Fei Xiaoxiao, who had promised to treat everyone to a meal, ordered takeout and bought a lot of ingredients.

By the time they returned to the B&B, the takeaway had arrived.

I borrowed the pot from the landlord and started lighting the charcoal again. Soon, pleasant gurgling sounds were heard in the yard and the aroma of the hot pot spread everywhere.

The tabby cat also came, as if it was supposed to have a place there.

"Do you want some pea tips?" Gu Ran asked.

"A little more rain." Su Qing said.

Just blanch the pea tips.

"Which season are pea tips from?" asked the princess in confusion as she picked up a piece of pea tips with chopsticks.

Gu Ran looked around and saw that everyone was eating pea tips and pretended not to hear.

He couldn't help but sigh.

"Why?" Fei Xiaoxiao scolded with a smile, "Wouldn't it be easy to find out if you just search online?"

"I sighed because I was the one who scalded the pea tips, but I didn't catch a single one." Gu Ran sighed again.

"Haha~" Everyone laughed.

An Yao laughed the loudest and couldn't stop laughing, so much so that the others were puzzled: Is it so funny?
After everyone had eaten two bites of the food, An Yao smiled and explained, "Actually, when I picked up the food, I was thinking of not leaving any for him, hahaha!"

She laughed again.

"Be careful," Fei Xiaoxiao, who was holding a bowl and chopsticks, said to her, "Don't become a weird person."

An Yao laughed even harder.

Gege was amazed: "It feels like my funny spot has been hit!"

After dinner, since we used disposable tableware, it was easy to clean up. We just put everything in the trash bag, and all that was left was to wash the pot and return it.

While the girls went back to their rooms to rinse their mouths and put on makeup, Gu Ran was responsible for washing the pot.

The tabby cat jumped onto the chair and wagged its tail while warming itself by the fire.

Gu Ran couldn't bear to watch it, so he washed the pot and flicked it with two fingers with his wet hands as he passed by.

"Ha——" The tabby cat raised its head and bared its teeth at his back, as if a sleeping old man was bumped into by a playing dog. It was unwilling to get up and could only curse at the dog verbally.

When they returned the pot, the girls were already standing in the yard. Under the light of a simple light bulb, they surrounded Su Qing and He Qingyan.

The two of them actually changed into Song Dynasty Hanfu, Su Qing's apricot yellow skirt and He Qingyan's pomegranate red skirt. Both of them tied their waists, with slim and graceful figures.

Seeing Gu Ran, Su Qing felt a little embarrassed and said, "He Qingyan insisted that I wear it."

"Does it look good?" He Qingyan asked Gu Ran with a smile, then turned around on the spot. Her skirt fluttered, showing how light it was and how many pleats it had.

Time seemed to slow down between the girl's skirts.

"Fairy Concubine." Gu Ran clapped softly.

The other girls also praised and expressed their envy.

The group left the B&B and not far away they arrived at Confucius Temple and Qinhuai River.

Walking in it, Gu Ran recalled the scene of Chinese lanterns reflected on the water and painted boats floating on the waves in his dream last night.

"What are you thinking about?" Su Qing walked beside him.

Gu Ran smiled and said in an intimate tone: "There is a bamboo forest behind the mountain in my hometown. Even at noon when the sun is shining brightly, walking alone in it gives people the illusion of being oppressed by the green shade. The lights in front of me remind me of that time."

"You are not alone now." There was a gleam of fire in Su Qing's eyes.

Gu Ran took her hand.

Xie Xiya took a picture of this scene, and Gege said on the side: "It seems like a time-travel drama. Sister Su Qing is an ancient beauty, and Gu Ran is a modern psychologist."

"How about this?" He Qingyan leaned on Gu Ran's shoulder.

"No, this is turning into a moral drama." Gege pretended to scream in a low voice.

"How about this?" Fei Xiaoxiao pushed Chen Ke up.

As expected of a lawyer, he was very good at finding angles. Chen Ke, who was unsteady on his feet, simply snuggled into Gu Ran's arms.

Gege pushed Xie Xiya in as well, then said with a snicker, "Fight! Fight! I love watching bloody dramas the most!"

"Cough." Gu Ran coughed lightly.

They are in front of the Confucius Temple.

It's not that it's wrong to do this in front of Confucius, but there are too many people around. An Yao looked carefully at the couplets in front of the Confucius Temple and pretended not to know them.

Chen Ke was so embarrassed that he beat Fei Xiaoxiao, Xie Xiya took pictures seriously, and He Qingyan smiled and didn't care.

Su Qing waved the palace fan in her left hand and felt a little hot, with her face flushed.

Nowadays, there is a Hanfu craze and she and He Qingyan are not the only ones wearing Hanfu on the street. But they are the only ones who look as light as if they are riding the wind.

When the warm yellow lights on both sides of the street shine, they are like fairies from heaven, coming down to earth to see the Qinhuai River today.

Walking in Wuyi Lane and passing by Zhuque Bridge, although what I hear are car horns, songs coming from the stereo and neon lights everywhere, somehow, perhaps it is the rippling breeze and the swaying of the water, these sounds still seem retro when they reach my ears.

It seemed as if there were sounds of conversation and laughter from ancient scholars, beautiful ladies, merchants, and prostitutes.

Gu Ran stood on the bridge, looking at the river water under the bridge.

No matter how lively the bridge is or how blurry the reflections in the water are, the river still gives people a sense of quietness and loneliness, like a ruthless dream.

He thought of the "Iceberg Therapy" again. No matter whether it was a dream or reality, only 20% of his mind was moved, and the remaining 80% was unmoved.

But even a psychologist like Tong Ling, who started early and has high talent, can only perform the "Iceberg Therapy" in dreams.

In reality, not counting those with special psychological problems, among normal people, as far as Gu Ran knows, perhaps only Zhuang Jing, who developed the "Iceberg Therapy", can think only 20% of the time in everything.

After buying some food in Laomendong, everyone returned to the B&B leisurely.

It was getting late and it would take another hour to get back, so everyone tried to persuade Chen Ke to stay.

"Can you sleep well?" Chen Ke was also somewhat tempted.

The B&B is not big, with just a yard and five rooms in total, four for guests and one for the landlord.

"Sleep with Gu Ran." Fei Xiaoxiao ate sweet potato with a spoon.

Eating sweet potatoes with a spoon! How dare you!
"We two are quite thin, so you can sleep in the same room with us." Xie Xiya said.

"Xiya." Gege covered her face, "When you offend someone, can you pretend not to know me and not bring me in?"

"She did it on purpose." He Qingyan said with a smile.

"Sleep with us." Su Qing ate the grilled tenderloin, "I need someone to share the risk of sleeping with a female pervert with me."

"Who is the female pervert?" An Yao blinked.

Gu Ran looked at Chen Ke - Have you talked to Fei Xiaoxiao about this? Chen Ke smiled and shook his head gently.

There was a kind of graceful beauty between her eyebrows and eyes that made Gu Ran forget about An Yao and think of the sound of the oars of the black-sailed boat.

That night, everyone chatted until they felt cold but didn't leave.

The colder it is, the more comfortable the fire in the stove feels, and the more fun it is to get together and chat. Together with the autumn chestnuts, my heart becomes sweet and full.

After 12 o'clock, the cats fell asleep, and they went back to their rooms to rest.

After taking a shower, Gu Ran wrote in his diary and vented a few times - in fact, every day after returning from Europe, he lay on the bed and fell asleep quickly.

When he opened his eyes, he was standing in the Buddha's Crown Palace on Niu Shou Mountain. In front of him was a huge stone statue of Sakyamuni lying horizontally, snoring softly.

Gu Ran wondered if he had too many dreams recently.

Could it be that kidney deficiency causes frequent dreams?
But he was full of energy, walked briskly, had great strength, and reacted quickly, without any signs of weakness.

The snoring stopped and the sudden silence was like thunder. Gu Ran quickly came back to his senses and looked at the reclining statue of Sakyamuni.

"You're here." The statue spoke.

".Hello." Gu Ran nodded, "May I ask what you can do for me?"

Most of the people in the dream had something to ask of him, just like most people in prison, they had messages for others to convey and things they needed help with.

"Do me a favor and I'll do you one."

"It's not allowed to write poems in front of the Confucius Temple, nor in the Buddha's Head Palace." Gu Ran didn't understand the law, but he felt that he would be arrested if he did so.

There is also a way to avoid being caught - pretending to be mentally ill.

But he believed in Li Bai and Sakyamuni, and really did these two things. Does this mentally ill person still need to pretend? He already is.

The statue smiled and said, "I'm not asking you to write a poem, I'm asking you to take something away."

"Is stealing bad?"

"This is my own skull."

"Goodbye, bye."

"Don't panic." Sakyamuni smiled, "It was a dream that asked you to take the remains away, not the actual remains."

Gu Ran thought of the [Invisible Lantern]. According to what was said in the dream, the lantern also had a physical body and was in the hands of the saint Yang Qinglan.

Saint Yang Qinglan gave the dream body of the lantern to Zhuang Jing as compensation for her husband's mischief.

Does Sakyamuni’s skull also have a dream body?

"I am the saint who fought with Li Changzhou." Sakyamuni suddenly said.

"Oh." Gu Ran didn't know what to say for a moment.

"You lost?" He regretted it after he said it. The skull was here and Li Changzhou was the winner. How could the loser not be Sakyamuni?

"I lost." Sakyamuni said, "I have suffered more than Li Changzhou, but not as much as he did."

"Then you didn't lose unfairly."

After all, only those who endure hardships can become successful.

Gu Ran didn't want to know these. He just wanted the dream to remain absurd. There was no need to justify it. Being too rigorous would make him lose himself.

He skipped over these topics and asked directly: "Where do you want me to take the remains?"

"The barren plain," said Sakyamuni. "In return, the remains can bless you and help you build a village on the plain."

"Village?"

"In the village, you can directly restore your mental strength without returning to reality; the power of the bones can also block most nightmares and protect the safety of the village."

Gu Ran even forgot to breathe.

If this is true, they might be able to travel for a long time and a long distance, which would be of great help in their search for the 'World Tree', 'Tianyuan' and 'Axe of Creation'.

It's like a game with a save function.

Gu Ran doesn’t care about the dragon vein, but since it involves pausing his youth, he has to seize it even if it is just an imagination.

"Just take your remains into the [Wild Grass Plain]?" Gu Ran asked.

As if he understood why Gu Ran asked this question, Shakyamuni explained: "When I fought with Li Changzhou, he was still a saint, and he fought with different saints in different time and space at the same time. Even if he cut off my skull, he could only be sealed in the South City of this planet.

"You only need to bring my remains into the dream world and break free from the seal. When he lets go of 'Victory', that will be the day I can climb the ladder of creation again."

Gu Ran had a lot of doubts, but he didn’t want to ask too many questions. For example, Li Changzhou fought with so many people, so why was Sakyamuni’s skull still cut off?

Didn’t he take away anything from Li Changzhou?

"Okay," he agreed.

Sakyamuni stood up, walked down with his huge 7.5-meter body, and took Gu Ran out of the Zen realm.

One Buddha and one person, passing through the Thousand Buddha Hall and walking through the Ten Thousand Buddha Corridor. The huge figure of Sakyamuni is so majestic that thousands of Buddhas seem to be no bigger than one of his fingers.

"Nancheng is a special place. Try to come here less often in the future," said Sakyamuni.

"What's wrong?" Gu Ran was confused.

"Nancheng, also known as Nanjing, Jinling, and Mingcheng. Li Changzhou once studied in Mingcheng, and his wife is also a native of Mingcheng. They can be found in Mingcheng in any time and space. You have been so hot recently because you are close to here, and the extraordinary power in your body has awakened."

"Is this a bad thing?" Gu Ran didn't believe it, but he was just like a child listening to "Journey to the West" and was curious about what happened after Sun Wukong left Fangcun Mountain.

"This planet does not allow the existence of extraordinary powers. If you become extraordinary, you will either be sent away or erased."

Send away? Send to where?

Erase? Was it his supernatural powers or his entire being that was erased?

The ceiling of the Buddha's Crown Palace is very high, but not all places can allow the 7.5-meter-tall Sakyamuni to pass through. However, he walked through unimpeded, as if the ceiling was higher than 7.5 meters, or as if he was just a little shorter than the ceiling.

A Buddha and a man came to the relic storage palace.

Sakyamuni raised his hand and pointed, and a shadow appeared from the Buddha's true bone. The shadow slowly floated over, and Gu Ran subconsciously held it with both hands.

The shadow hovered above his hands.

"Donor Gu, thank you for your trouble." Sakyamuni disappeared out of thin air.

Gu Ran woke up.

He immediately wrote down the dream and sent it to Zhuang Jing.

It’s not that he believes in dreams, it’s because it doesn’t matter if they’re fake.

After sending the message, he looked at the time. It was 3:27, and it was still early before dawn, so he prepared to go back to sleep.

Before going to bed, he thought of Chen Ke. Something could have happened between the two of them during this trip to South City, but there was never the chance.

It started again.

The fire is strong.

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"Private Diary": October 10, Saturday, South City
The Qinhuai River is full of commercial atmosphere.

However, this place seems to have been the most commercialized place since ancient times, and it is where merchants gather.

Su Qing and He Qingyan look very beautiful in Hanfu, Chen Ke in South City has become more charming, and Xie Xiya is a peerless beauty wherever she goes.

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《Private Diary》: October 11, Sunday, South City

Wake up from dream.

I dreamed of Sakyamuni, and he told me the dream about his remains. I don’t know whether it is true or not.

No, it's all fake, it's all a dream. Even if there are any remains, they are just the "monsters" in my heart!
(End of this chapter)