Zhang Qilu looked at a thread-bound book in his hand. The paper was old and should be antiques, but the binding thread was new. It looked like it had been repaired recently. When he opened the book, he would change his handwriting every few pages. Most of the writing in the front was written with a brush, and some of the writing in the back was written with a pen. He looked at his aunt with some confusion.
"My grandma asked me to give this book to you. She said that there are not many people like you, and one will appear from time to time in hundreds of years. But these people all have one thing in common, that is, they are extremely smart. , very knowledgeable.
I don’t know which ancestor got a part of this secret chapter, and then he started to explore on his own and recorded the first chapter of this chapter.
After that, people continued to write this chapter through personal practice with their own intelligence and talent. It now has four chapters: Dream Observation, Introduction, Dream Control, and Dream Unification. Grandma told me that his father was the last one to continue writing on this book. "
Zhang Nian'er stopped at this time and gave Zhang Qilu time to digest what he just said.
After a moment, she continued, "She also asked me to tell you that you can go to sleep and experience the disasters that the Zhang family's ancestors have experienced. To eliminate the disasters in your life."
"I don't quite understand. I have had several dreams before, but in my dreams I am at most a passer-by."
"Life in the world is like a traveler from afar. Who is not a passerby in this world? In fact, we don't know exactly what it is. I don't have the ability to use this. I don't think anyone in this world can answer what you should do. The book is given to you, and everything from now on is up to you."
"I also want to remind you, be careful. My great-grandfather passed away in his sleep.
...
Zhang Qilu returned to his room, lay down on the bed, and the words of the first chapter of "Tianji Enters a Dream" began to appear in his mind.
There is soul in the body... soul is attached to consciousness and used... consciousness is born from soul. Po Yin is also...the body of consciousness. If consciousness continues... life after life... the soul will change shape and quality. Only the soul... is the hidden place of God. The soul dwells in the eyes during the day...it rests in the liver at night...it dwells in the eyes and sees...it dwells in the liver and dreams...the dreamer wanders...
Gradually, his consciousness began to blur. This time there was no familiar dizziness, no spinning, no endless darkness, only emptiness and tranquility.
"This is actually not bad." A vague idea emerged from the depths of his consciousness.
"No, I still have a lot to do." Another realization emerged.
"Sleep, sleep. This will pass."
Each consciousness seems to be the same person, and each consciousness seems to be a separate individual.
Suddenly, the appearance of a little girl appeared, with two small buns, a round face, and short arms. She was still carrying a small schoolbag, jumping up and shouting.
"Brother Qi, brother Qi, look quickly"
At this moment, Zhang Qilu's soul seemed to be awakened, and a broad road appeared in front of him. This time was a little different from the past. In the past, it seemed like an intrusion, but this time it seemed more like going home.
At the end of the tunnel is the familiar wooden door. This time it is no longer as silent as before. At this time, it is like a waiter greeting the owner respectfully.
This was the first time that Zhang Qilu observed this door with such a peaceful mind, without fear or the urge to leave here. He simply sat down cross-legged and felt the ancient atmosphere.
I don't know how long it took to sit on Zhang Qilu, but at this moment, the gears of fate quietly turned.
"You're here."
A child's voice awakened Zhang Qilu from his thoughts. He looked around to find the source of the sound. A child stood at the wooden door and smiled at Zhang Qilu. The child who suddenly appeared here did not give Zhang Qilu any sense of danger, but instead gave him an unspeakable sense of intimacy.
"You're here, I've been waiting for you for a long time."
"Who are you?"
"I can't tell you now. You will know when the time comes."
"Where exactly is this place?"
"This is a node."
"Node? What do you mean?"
"You can understand this as a consciousness space opened by our ancestors, or you can think of it as a transfer station for souls created by future humans using technological means."
"What you say is contradictory."
"Really? I don't think that all means and technologies appear out of thin air? Everything in this world is accumulated bit by bit."
"Can you make it clearer?"
"Our ancestors used methods beyond imagination to create this space. It was like drawing the first stroke on a white paper, and then people here kept coming and adding strokes to this white paper. Thousands of years later, when When the technology matures, it will become what you see now.”
"So you are from the future?"
"Who I am doesn't need to be discussed today, and you don't need to trick me into talking about it. There is a reason why I don't say it."
"You can't say anything, so why are you here?"
"Actually, it was you who asked me to appear here at this time."
"Me? Then I don't understand even more."
"You don't need to understand. What I can tell you is that this place originally belonged to your Zhang family. You can think of this as an alien space, or you can think of this as a world in another dimension."
"Okay, so what do I need to do."
"You need to find those other people and bring them here."
"How to find them? I don't even know some of them."
"That's your problem."
"What happens after they come?"
"You need strength to face..."
"What to face."
"Human beings in the future will do some things, and you need to judge whether what they do is right or wrong. Then you need to use your power to judge them."
"Why do we need us? What they do will naturally have cause and effect. Why do we need to make judgments."
"That's true originally, but what they do will affect people in this world, so your power is needed."
"What kind of thing?"
"end."
"Then why me?"
"Because this place originally belonged to your Zhang family, and it was you who painted the first stroke, so I need you to finish the painting."
"What else can you tell me?"
"What do you think drives human progress?"
"desire?"
"Yes, but not comprehensive. Wealth, power, desire, power, immortality, love, loneliness, disease. Each of these is the driving force that drives mankind forward, and each of you can represent one of these forces."
"Why is there disease?"
"In order to overcome, if human beings are born perfect and immortal, then how far can they go? Only through constant correction can there be new hope. Isn't it?"
"Why eight kinds?"
"You are a Taoist, so let me ask you what is the end of Tao?"
"Three thousand avenues are cultivated in different ways, but at the end of the avenue, I think it is true and the truth."
"That's right, Mr. Truth, you have to figure out the other truths yourself."
