Three Plum Blossom Alleys

I wrote this novel because of a strange dream. In the dream, I went to a place, I don't know where. I saw many people sitting together around a monk. I watched from a distance, and those people called the monk master. I couldn't see clearly what the monk looked like, but I just thought he was kind and kind. The people around the master seemed to be asking the master for advice, but I couldn't hear what they said, maybe because they were far away. But every word of that master could be clearly heard in my ears. Listening to what they talked about, it was all-encompassing. I was addicted to it without knowing it, and I don't know how much time passed in my dream. When I woke up, every word of Master's words remained in my ears, as if they were being replayed. How can you miss such a magical dream? So record it. For convenience, I will share the main content of the first conversation with you as the title. Purpose: To enhance wisdom