At the end of the month, Fang Ning wanted to go out for a walk, so he didn't call Cheng Xi, and there were other people, so he rushed to Wutong Mountain alone.

He took the car to the halfway up the mountain and got off the car, and hiked along the fine gravel mountain road to climb the mountain, which was not a road paved with cement, but a mountain path, so it was a bit rugged, but fortunately, he had been exercising unremittingly, so although it took a little effort, he still climbed Wutong Mountain.

The top of Wutong Mountain, the ancestral hall.

In the early morning, there are bursts of fog in the mountains, and a few rays of light leak through the smoke clouds, and the sunlight reflects a prism in the air after passing through the mist. Facing the white wall, the corridor of the road, the hall between the halls, the statue of the Emperor Zhenwu, the incense lingering, there are Taoist priests in green clothes who sweep the floor on the steps, and there are tourists who stop and stop, and take pictures of the glory here with their cameras, or admiration, or solemnity, or surprise, or piety.

Fang Ning strolled through the patriarch's hall, watching the pilgrims kowtow in front of the patriarch's statue and praying, next to the turtle and snake two generals, the mud puppets were mottled in color, the skylight lingered, and the dust was scattered.

He heard that in addition to the ancestral hall, in fact, there is a Taoist temple in the back mountain, but after ordinary people visit the ancestral hall and donate sesame oil money, most of them stop, turn around and go back, so the tattered Taoist temple in the back mountain is rarely interested. Because few people have been there, and some people have seen some Tsing Yi Taoists carrying water on the eaves of the earthen embryo can walk like flying, not spilling water, so it is rumored that there may be people in the Houshan Taoist Temple who practice martial arts.

It is true that there is a Taoist temple in the back mountain, and it is true that there is a martial arts training place, but it is not as mysterious as other people's rumors, most of them are false, and the Taoists there practice martial arts only to strengthen their bodies.

Fang Ning couldn't resist his curiosity, and also wanted to find out, so he went to the back mountain.

The scenery of the back mountain is much quieter than the top of the Wutong Mountain, there is no Wutong twilight rain here, there is no three-star arch moon, there is no holy well and sweet spring, only the clouds and mountains are surrounded by fog.

When Fang Ning walked down, he looked up and saw the glow of the mountains, and the restlessness in his heart was much calmer.

The altitude of the back mountain is not high, the green mountains are gradually, the clouds and mist surround, occasionally you can hear the lonely birdsong, there is quite a cicada noise forest is more quiet, and the birdsong mountain is more secluded.

He walked inside for a few minutes, and he saw the dilapidated Taoist temple at the foot of the mountain behind him, with blue tiles and white walls, and it seemed that this was the legendary Taoist temple.

The wide floor is overgrown with weeds, there are old Taoists in Tsing Yi meditating on the futon, and there are two young Taoist priests carrying buckets to pour water into the water tank, and the water is splashing around, and there are three or four children with children's hair buns practicing boxing.

Sometimes I really think it's the edge of the eyes, Fang Ning is very pleasing to the eye when he sees this old way for the first time, and the old way's speech is a combination of eight characters.

He thought that he often had some bizarre dreams some time ago, and he always dreamed of Su Can and Su Xiaoxiao's story, which undoubtedly disturbed his peaceful life, although he no longer dreamed these days, the doubts in his heart lingered, so he just sat down and chatted with Lao Dao.

Fang Ning and Lao Dao had a good conversation, and learned some details of Lao Dao during the chat.

His common name is Luo Xin'an, is the temple of the real martial arts, usually manages the incense and takes some children to practice boxing, of course, the back mountain is inaccessible, there is not much incense, and the expenses of the tattered small Taoist temple are the tuition support given by the parents of these children. Then it was raised by the government, after all, this is also part of the Patriarch's Palace.

The ancestor of the old way is the famous Luo Xionggen real person in the county, but to his generation of people generally have no faith, so the incense is not prosperous, he also ran to the field when he was young, because of the calligraphy and painting, Xiao Jinshi, poetry and wine, so the relationship in the society is also good, to see the darkness in the society, indignant, and escaped into the mountains to practice, cold and summer, is more than 20 years.

Today he calculated a hexagram on a whim, expecting that there would be guests, so he deliberately dressed up, prepared tea and waited here, Fang Ning was still a little unbelieving at first, and when Lao Dao led him to the inner room, sure enough, there was a little Taoist boy waiting inside, and there was coarse tea and a few plates of peanuts on the table, it seemed that it was really true, Fang Ning was in awe, and the divination of Fu Ping handed down in ancient times was really a bit mysterious, which could not be explained in a scientific way.

Lao Dao is a free and easy person, and Fang Ning is also uninhibited, so they retreated from everyone and chatted for hours in the hall where incense lingered, and introduced each other as confidants.

Fang Ning hesitated a little, and told him what happened to him, but it was only half-true, he often dreamed of the two of them in his dreams, and they were both related to himself, and he often dreamed of what happened to them in the future, and the experience of subsequent contact also proved that those things were true, he paused and said, "My experience makes me believe that sometimes dreams can foresee the future, but why does such a thing happen?"

Lao Dao took a sip of coarse tea and said, "Some things cannot be explained by science, there is no scientific basis, and they cannot be justified, but it does not mean that these do not exist, just like the things handed down by the ancestors, although it seems to ordinary people to be feudal superstition, but it also has its reason for existence." You say that you often dream that you encounter a specific person or some familiar scene, but in fact, I have also studied it. ”

In fact, not only yourself, many people also have this feeling, when you see a certain scene in daily life, you will suddenly sigh, and you think that you have the ability to predict the future, but in fact, at a certain level, it may just awaken the original subconscious memory. To put it simply, our genes have loaded certain memories into our cerebral cortex, and what we see later is only a recall of what is already in the brain. ”

The corners of Fang Ning's mouth twitched, "You mean to say I'm just dreaming subconsciously?"

Lao Dao shook his head, "Your example is an exception, and the reason why I say this is because you are not the first person I have met, I have met a girl before, and she has similar troubles as you. It's just that she's very smart, and she made a statement to me, which made me pause. ”

In fact, speaking of this, Fang Ning had already realized something, but he didn't interrupt Lao Dao's speech, and his eyes lit up.

Lao Dao said, "In her parallel universe theory, most people's lives move in a linear pattern, but this is all an illusion. Because every day, there are various choices in life, whether it is staying at home or going to work, etc. A line becomes an N line, and every choice creates a reality. Hallucinatory memories are like a fleeting glimpse into another life that almost everyone has experienced. We feel like we've been somewhere, because in fact we've been, but in another reality. ”

"Most people are unaware of the existence of such parallel scenes, and at certain times, they can be projected through something, such as 'dreams'. That is what you call dreaming, dreams are projections of the world, including projections of different world lines, which are no different from the reflections we see visually, and are human instincts. The human subconscious dream instinct may have the basic rules of jumping the timeline. ”

"The people and things you see in your dreams and some scenes are real in the parallel universe, so in the later reality, some of the things you have witnessed one after another are also developing in the same way, of course, because of the timeline problem, the time flow of the world you see is speeding up or slowing down, if it is in time, it means that it has happened, the 'past' of the parallel universe is irreversible, but the current 'future' is still knowable. ”

Although what Lao Dao said was a bit mysterious, Fang Ning still understood, that is to say, what happened in his dream was not necessarily what would happen in the future, it could also be a parallel universe, another story that Su Can and Su Xiao had already happened, combined with Fang Ning's sometimes clear and sometimes blurry picture in the dream, it was faintly visible that the era in which Su Can lived was obviously different, no matter what kind of scene it was, it had an old taste, like a yellowed and mottled old photo.

In other words, they may be in a certain 90s to 00s, but it is definitely not the current 2010s.

Thinking of this, Fang Ning suddenly felt that the emptiness was clear and transparent, and those troubles that were bothering him seemed to have disappeared.