1980 My Entertainment Era

Chapter 305: Drinking and eating meat without chanting sutras, but I know I am a good monk

On the fifteenth day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the young monk moved his drunken master to the bed and then cleaned up the messy table.

I always get drunk like this during Mid-Autumn Festival!
The master drinks and eats meat, and also deceives his followers. How can he be the enlightened monk in the eyes of many people?
The little monk shook his head, deeply confused.

"Master, why do you always carry this silver hairpin with you?" He picked up the hairpin that fell on the ground and placed it on the master's chest.

When the old monk was in a daze, he clutched the silver hairpin tightly and dimly saw the orange full moon outside the window, as if he had returned to the distant past deep in his memory.

……

"Little monk, why do you chant the Buddha's name?"

"Master said that chanting Buddha's name is to gain peace of mind. But I don't really understand it."

She was twelve years old that year.

"Here you go, the red beans from Wang Wei's poem..."

"Master said that women are tigers coming down from the mountains, alcohol is poison that penetrates the intestines, and chicken, duck, fish and meat are the mortal enemies of monks. Master is right. When enemies meet, they are particularly jealous. I really want to destroy them!"

She was fifteen years old that year.

"Monk, am I beautiful?"

"I do not know either……"

"Then open your eyes and look at me."

She was seventeen years old that year.

Finally, her family wanted to marry her to an old official who was retiring to his hometown as a concubine, but the monk was determined to return to secular life and take her away.

The monk bought a silver hairpin and gave it to her, and set a date.

But the monk is the successor that the old monk favors, so how can he be allowed to give up Buddhism and return to secular life for a love affair? !

The master and his fellow apprentices tied him up and forbade him to go out.

By the time she broke free from the restraints with the monk, knocked her brother unconscious and escaped down the mountain, it was already the fifteenth day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the day she would be carried into the old man's house.

The monk ran madly to the old man's house, but saw a group of guests who came to welcome the newlyweds rushing out in panic, saying something like someone had died!

The monk, feeling as if he had fallen into an icy cave, moved to the bridal chamber, only to find her lying in a pool of blood. She had stabbed the silver hairpin the monk had given her into her heart...

The monk only managed to grab the silver hairpin, and was beaten and thrown out of the city with wounds all over his body.

In a trance of total loss of all thoughts, he saw an extremely long imperial procession heading off into the distance, and actually walking straight into the orange-yellow moon in the sky!

When the car passed by him, a gust of wind blew up the curtains, and two lines of tears flowed down that familiar face...

……

Deng Jie knew that Xia Tian often wrote something, but some of the things he wrote would not be made public.

It was the first time she saw Xia Tian write a story, and she was also the first to see the content.

She read the story called "Tsukihime" in the summer, and felt mixed emotions and had many questions in her mind.

Deng Jie couldn't help but ask: "The last thing the monk saw was the chariot going up to the moon. Was it real or an illusion?"

Xia Tian smiled and said, "There will always be poems and books in the world that cannot be burned by Qin fire, and tenderness that cannot be covered by the bowl of Dharma. Whether it is real or an illusion, it is just to feel the emotions in it."

"In fact, I also adapted a Japanese folk tale... This is how the world is. Not every story can be clearly understood, and not every detail can be figured out. Many times, they are just fragments of seemingly plausible words. There is no need to pursue the truth and fantasy too much."

If Xia Tian really wants to pursue the absolute truth, then he has no choice but to become a monk and cultivate immortality.

And now, it doesn’t matter to him what the world is like.

Just like the chariot that goes straight to the moon at the end, it doesn’t matter whether it is real or fantasy.

This year's Mid-Autumn Festival was in early October. They spent the summer in Chengdu, and that full moon was one of the inspirations for this story.

The 30,000-word novel "Tsukiji" is also known as "Drinking, eating meat, not chanting, but I know I am a good monk" ~
Xia Tian actually wrote a lot of short stories like this.

Sometimes I get inspiration suddenly and can finish writing in a few hours. Some of them will be translated into English and sent to Old Palo, and some will just remain in my own notebook.

Maybe there will be a compilation one day?

Maybe this story inspired some inspiration in Xia Tian, ​​it was really a revelation!

In the summer, while eating Cantonese cuisine from Yangcheng, Guangdong Province, I wrote four songs - "Red Beans", "Lovesickness", "White Moonlight" and "Spring River Moon Night".

……

When calling home in the summer...you have to do it behind someone’s back!

Milan easily imitates cat meowing on the phone~
Everything is fine at home. Xiaoxu and Zhangli have already started school, and college life is still very new to them.

The two of them can be considered "well-known stars" in the country. Xiao Xu previously earned 100 yuan for each song he sang during a commercial performance!

Although he has decided to retire from the entertainment industry now, he is still a well-known figure among his classmates.

Both parents are doing well, and Mimi is doing well too - she has become very well behaved after being neutered, and she no longer climbs over walls or houses, and she is even too lazy to catch mice.

Only Milan, the complaints on the phone, that voice seemed to be crawling along the electrical signal!
Milan: "Four months! Do you know how I survived these four months?"

Xia Tian could only comfort him: "It will be soon. I will be back in less than a month! Immediately!"

Besides, Xiaoxu called me to complain, saying that you harassed them by not sleeping well at night!

They are planning to punish you severely~
After hanging up the phone, Xia Tian called Holly in Hong Kong.

"Well... I have withdrawn in time. Well, everything is as you said..."

Xia Tian: "We are just small mosquitoes. It's okay for us to lie on the giant beast and take a few sips. If we keep sucking, we might be slapped to death. After all, this is America..."

"Nikkei has also called it quits. Only the Hong Kong stock market will end in a few days... Yeah! My friends are all very obedient. If anyone doesn't obey, I'll kick them out and stop playing with them..."

After hanging up the phone with Holly, Xia Tian called Lou Xiao'e again - Holly's own profits accounted for a small proportion, and it was mainly connections. Lou Xiao'e's side was her own profit!

"Well, just clear the short orders at the end of the month. Don't expect to get too rich, this is already pretty good. Less than 50 million Hong Kong dollars? That's fine, there's still a long way to go..."

Xia Tian could hear Lou Xiao'e's suppressed excitement over the phone.

Now she is the major shareholder and general manager of Xia Tian’s company in Hong Kong. The short selling for more than half a month has made those overseas returnees and top students in the financial sector suddenly worship her like a god!
Lou Xiao'e: Just like Xia Tian said, I can earn some property for my son!
After hanging up the phone in Hong Kong, Xia Tian called Lao Pai Luo in the United States.

Although Old Palo's assets have doubled or tripled in this wave, his mood does not seem to be particularly high. "Tian'er, what do you think of this stock market crash... Yes! Now the newspapers call it a stock market crash. How long do you think it will last? At least a year? I understand..."

When Yu Beibei received Xia Tian's call, Xia Tian knew why Lao Pai Luo was in a bad mood: "Xia Tian, ​​let me tell you, the day before yesterday, I was watching the excitement on Wall Street, and a man jumped from a building and fell less than 30 meters away from me! It was a loud bang, and there was blood everywhere..."

This time the plunge in U.S. stocks is not just a plunge, or a stock market fluctuation or something.

Just as the Americans themselves said, this is a stock market crash!
In fact, after the United States released some economic data in early October, the U.S. stock market began to become unstable.

But with so many years of increases, many people were not vigilant enough and thought it was just a normal fluctuation.

When Black Monday came, the building suddenly collapsed!

The Dow Jones Industrial Average, the US stock market, fell by 22.6% in one day, setting a record for the highest one-day drop!
Many millionaires became paupers overnight, and thousands of people suffered mental breakdowns and committed suicide by jumping off buildings.

The dumplings are starting to fall on the rooftop of Wall Street!
This day is called "Black Monday" in the financial world.

The New York Times called it "the worst day in the history of Wall Street" and "everything was out of control"!
However, this is not necessarily the "worst day", because similar situations will occur every few years, and no one knows which time will have the most dumplings and which time will be the worst!

The out-of-control financial industry is what a terrible devil!

After all, the United States is the world's economic center. Once it falls, it will directly detonate the global stock market.

The Nikkei 225 fell 14.9%; the Hong Kong Hang Seng Index fell 11.3%, also setting a record for the highest one-day drop; the Singapore Straits Times Index fell 12.4%...

The Hong Kong stock market even decided to suspend trading for 4 days!
Throughout October, Hong Kong's stock market fell by 10%, nearly halving.

Xia Tian is powerless to change this outcome, and can only take advantage of it.
His assets must have increased seven or eight times during the stock market crash in 87, right?

It’s hard to count how much money I have now because there are too many baskets and it’s hard to count all the eggs.
The 87 stock market crash is known as the first modern stock market crash, which was followed by a global economic recession in the late 80s.

(End of this chapter)