"The Tao is very good, the name is very good, the name is famous, the name is not very famous. Nameless, the beginning of heaven and earth, famous, the mother of all things. Therefore, there is often no desire, to see its wonder, and there is often desire, to observe its subtlety. These two are the same and have different names, the same name is the mystery, the mystery is mysterious, and the door of all wonders. ”

The voice is like Huang Zhong Da Lu, echoing in everyone's minds and in everyone's hearts. It's like a vast ocean, with a huge wave that shatters everything.

The voice is ethereal, not like a voice coming from the world. It's like the primordial sound that originally existed between heaven and earth, allowing these refugees to enter a wonderful world almost uncontrollably. This kind of world seems to be an illusion, but it is extremely real.

It's like a drunken man, drunk, and enters a kind of intermittent, but connected, illusory and unreal, but real real world.

When the first word echoed in their minds, these refugees were still immersed in the ancient text of the Quran. This scripture, which has been passed down for more than 2,000 years, is still addictive to this day, stemming from the belief in their bones, which makes these refugees instinctively believe that Allah, the only god in the world, rules everything.

As the second word echoed in their minds, the voices of the refugees reciting the scriptures came to an abrupt end. It's like a noisy campus, the moment the class bell rings, the whole campus becomes silent, and the pins can be heard.

A trace of coolness spreads throughout the body, and the fatigue of the whole body, with this cool feeling travels throughout the body, just like peeling off the cocoon, the fatigue of the whole body is dispersed one by one, and the whole body is comfortable.

It's the feeling of the flesh, the soul fluttering, unconscious, yet able to perceive everything. These refugees feel like their consciousness is in a barren world. This kind of desolation makes people panic, but there are contradictions that make people feel at ease, as if they are permanently immersed in it and do not want to wake up.

It's full of life, and the gods have the power to destroy the world. It's just that the world is a barren starry sky, and consciousness floats in it, not reaching the sky, not entering the ground, there is an emptiness, which makes people want to shout loudly, and want to vent all kinds of emotions in their hearts.

The scenery changes in front of me, and the world lives in peace and contentment.

At some point, countless shells landed in the air. The shells were as dense as rain. A terrifying explosion that destroyed everything in an instant.

"Mom..."

"Kid ......"

The land that was originally full of life was full of crops, and it seemed that the harvest season was approaching, and the whole home was baptized by artillery fire. The original tranquility, with the appearance of the invaders, the world is in flames.

Wives are separated, homes are destroyed. Residents who originally had their own families and homes were forced to leave their homes and flee the desolate lands to escape the fighting. These refugees saw with their own eyes that their loved ones were engulfed in flames. Seeing with your own eyes, your neighbors, their friends, killed by artillery fire.

The world changed again, and the refugees saw that the gods they believed in were watching everything coldly. Even if the artillery fire is continuous, even if their own believers are threatened by war, life is like fragile grass, destroyed by wind and rain, and worn out by sand and gravel.

These refugees, in their consciousness, the gods they believe in, have turned into statues of gods. Those who are in charge of religion control the faith. When believers kneel and bow, the wealth they have created with their lives is pocketed by these religious administrators in various names.

When believers worship the gods, pray to the gods, and recite the scriptures. These religious administrators looked at them like fools, and their eyes revealed endless greed......

"This is the god we believe in?

The fragility of life is vividly demonstrated at this moment. And the gods they believe in are like ants who have been crushed to death by a kick and do nothing. It's like a small grass growing in the yard, and you can pull it out with your hands.

"This is our religion?"

"They are well-fed, and we are shrinking our food and clothing. We used our wisdom and toil, in exchange for money, to help religion build temples. We contributed everything, and they not only did not eliminate the catastrophe for us, but also mocked us. They eat food that civilians are forbidden to eat, and they wear better clothes than civilians. ”

"Why?"

Confused, full of heart.

Anger, straight to the brain.

The scenery in front of me changed again, from this world, it seemed to flash in front of my eyes, to another world. This world has green mountains and green waters, blue skies and white clouds. This world is very quiet, compared to the previous war-torn world, although this world has no end, it shows the feeling of paradise everywhere.

"Woo ......"

An eagle swept across the sky, hovering above the blue sky, and did not land for a long time.

In the middle of a mountain forest, the beast lay on the ground, looking at the prey that passed in front of him, with a kind of indifference, a kind of indifference.

On the trees, flocks of birds weave nests. The swiftlet returns to the nest and nurses its offspring.

Suddenly, on a mountain, a Taoist temple appeared. This temple looks very old, as if it had been brought to the fore from ancient times. The walls seem to have gone through endless years, one by one cobwebs, in the corners of the walls, in the eaves, obstructing people's view.

In this Taoist temple, an old Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe, with white hair and white beard, sat cross-legged with his eyes closed. The old Taoist priest had a few fingers of dust on his body, even on his eyebrows, even on his face, it was full of dust, and he could hardly see his original appearance.

This old Taoist priest is like a stone statue, which has not been moved for thousands of years. If it weren't for the fact that it was almost in a state of respiratory arrest, it would be hard to imagine that this was a big living person......

"Crackling ......"

At a certain moment, or the moment he just found the old Taoist, the old Taoist opened his eyes.

The dust on the eyelids fell down, and the old Taoist stood up, the dust on his body was like a stone, falling from his shoulders and neck, and the old Taoist's eyes fell like two high-voltage lines with different positive and negative poles, bursting out sparks and lightning.

"Three thousand years in a dream, the world has changed a lot. If you ask what the Tao is, I am a fairy ......"

The old Taoist priest stood up, his eyes were full of lightning, and he said an inexplicable proverb: "Where to find the Tao, ethereal." Don't ask about the fruit, cultivate the red dust. The poor road is mortal, who said that gods and immortals ......"

Inconsistency, immortals are not like immortals. These refugees are ignorant, and it is difficult to understand the true meaning, but the understanding of these words clearly appears in their minds. It's also very difficult to forget, and if you don't want to understand, you can know what this old Taoist priest wants to express.

Stretching out his sleeve and waving it slightly, the Taoist temple disappeared. Originally, the place where the Taoist temple existed was barren and did not leave the slightest trace. The old Taoist priest rose to the sky, and his words were full of a yearning: "Today is flying in the nine heavens, but the way of seeking immortals is not slim......"

The thoughts of the refugees, with the old Taoist, soared for thousands of miles. The old Taoist priest is still there, it seems to be the old Taoist priest, leading all the peeping thoughts, plunging headlong into a starry sky... When the starry sky changed, and his mind saw everything in front of him clearly, the refugee found that his mind had appeared in a vast palace complex at some point.