Under Ding Jian's questioning, I had to pick up the old things, and I had to reconstruct the logic that had been chaotic, the key is that there are many contents, I have tried to lock it in the depths of my heart, but at this time, it is constantly gushing out.

"Xiao Ding, you should have heard about the six realms of reincarnation in Buddhism and the rebirth and replacement of Taoism? Almost all religions have depictions of past lives, this life, and future lives, and is this just a means of propagating teachings, or a way of mental anesthesia? I'm afraid it's not that simple. Many people insist that they have seen or experienced times, people, and events that they cannot be exposed to, and some of them are like you, often have a sense of déjà vu, and some can feel what will happen in the future.

"Uncle Chang, if it is a dead life, this is reasonable, after all, it is the memory of the previous life, and it is the memory that has been re-excavated due to external stimuli, but how can people have the memory of the next life? If this is really the experience of the next life, can it be changed in the future?" Ding Jian listened very seriously, and couldn't help but interject a sentence, and it could be seen that he had an unusual interest in this topic.

"For those who have the ability to predict, all dynasties have been curious and fearful, because of this ability, whether history will be rewritten, and whether the predictors, those who try to change the course of history, will be damned, and whether those curses are just a kind of firewall set by the authorities, have been chattering endlessly and inconsistent. But these can only show one point, this ability does exist objectively. ”

"In my opinion, the meditation of Buddhism and the cultivation of Taoism are all about adjusting the body to a special state and entering a special realm. ”

For this phenomenon, in fact, many psychologists in the world have done in-depth research, and use academic theories to explain it, which is a state of light sleep, or a state of dreams. All foreknowledge, without exception, is done in dreams. But what is the principle behind this? There are different opinions, and there is no consensus. Could it be that our objective world is really like Zhuang Zhou's dream butterfly, and we can no longer truly distinguish the boundary between matter and consciousness?"

Hearing this, Ding Jian's eyelids began to beat constantly, his fingertips trembled slightly, and his mouth repeatedly chanted: "Boundary, boundary." Ding Jian's voice became a little strange, suddenly making people feel ethereal and ethereal, originally the two of us were only one step away, but if I couldn't see things, the distance of this sound floating in the air felt like at least a few tens of meters away. There seems to be a layer of transparent glass between us, which does not seem to be flat, but more like a semi-curved wall, and the sound is reflected and has a strong sense of distortion.

I don't know where this feeling came from, it seems to have appeared suddenly at some point, but I also noticed that the trembling of Ding Jian's finger joints seemed very mechanical, and the frequency was slowly becoming slow, and I could even distinguish the afterimage left by each undulation in the air. I shook my head with a wry smile, and when I talked about these things, people's attention was often attracted by some small things, as if they were hypnotized. I took a deep breath of the fishy sea breeze, stopped paying attention to Ding Jian's abnormal behavior, and continued to speak.

"Although scientific research in this field has not made much progress for more than 100 years because it involves too many metaphysical things, the use of dreams and light sleep for psychotherapy is a well-established method. Zhou Gong's interpretation of dreams, the accuracy of the interpretation is secondary, the important thing is to give people a psychological hint, a psychological hint that affects decision-making and the direction of the image. Isn't this an example of changing the course by predicting?"

"Once, such an ability only happened because of an accidental event, and this accident increased its mystery, so that countless people gave up their lives and spent their whole lives exploring more than once, some of them went to the sea to seek immortals, some imprisoned themselves in deep caves, some of them were alchemists and pills, and some of them were indulged in lewd mathematics, just to spy on the heavenly way in their hearts. The death of Chaowen has become a footnote to the way of heaven. ”

At this time, the sea breeze gradually became stronger, and the thick clouds like splashes of ink were already hanging overhead. The dampness and saltiness in the nostrils, accompanied by the growing sway of the hull, made people a little sickened. Ding Jian sat on the deck, motionless, like a sculpture, lifeless, and I could hardly have felt his presence if it weren't for the occasional inquiry or two. I didn't want to learn anything more from his mouth, I just followed my own train of thought. Most of the time, people constantly organize their own ideas through communication, and often find new angles and clues in this kind of self-care chat, which may be the reason why Team Cao likes to come to my small courtyard in Beijing and spend an afternoon free.

"Xiaoding, in fact, everyone will have a very similar past. About twenty years ago, I had an experience that was so close to the afterlife that I wouldn't even be sure that it was the gateway to the afterlife if it weren't for the fact that my loved ones had changed so much in that event and left me forever. But what I have learned from my loved ones is that we can indeed see the passage of life and the true meaning of death from that gate, but the funny thing is that the price of the next life is the end of this life, and I am afraid that God has not given you the opportunity to change it. ”

"That accident was the result of a special discovery, a geomagnetic anomaly, a radiation anomaly, a temporal anomaly, and a legend that has been passed down for a long time but is not well known. When a person enters that area, his body and mind are greatly affected, but I am still not sure whether what he sees there is an illusion of the afterlife or just an illusion of a traumatic brain mind. The only thing I'm sure of is that people who have been there once will never have the courage to do it again. ”

"Is it the Xuanmen that you talked to Professor Lu about?" Ding Jian was still motionless, the sky was getting dark, and I couldn't see his expression clearly at this moment, but this voice became a little penetrating to the world.

"Yes, I suspect that what the mirage chasers encountered in the Devil's City was the Xuanmen, or ratherds, the legend of the Devil's City of the Kazakh herdsmen was a way to open the Xuanmen. Of course, it is undeniable that I have always suspected that everything that happened on the Eastern Star was also related to Genmon. I got up from the bench, paced behind Ding Jian, put my hand on his shoulder, and a chill ran down my fingertips, as if I was touching a cold corpse.

"Uncle Chang, the Xuanmen Gate is not a door, but a cloud of fog, a tunnel, and a whirlpool, right? And the person who accidentally enters doesn't know the changes around him, and he doesn't know that he exists in another world, right?" Ding Jian turned his head at this time, his face was even paler under the clouds, his eyes were bloodshot, and the artist's casualness and ease were long gone, replaced by nervousness and suspicion.

At that moment, my spirit was also a little trance, I couldn't answer Ding Jian's question, after all, I had never really entered the center of the Xuanmen, and I had never really seen the so-called Heavenly Dao, but I understood the true meaning behind Ding Jian's question.

At this moment, Xiao Lei's shout came from the lower deck, "Uncle Chang, come to the conference room, Team Cao is looking for you." ”

I agreed, and patted Ding Jian's shoulder again, "It's going to rain, Xiao Ding, the wind is high and the waves are urgent, go into the cabin, many things people haven't figured out in their lives, there's no need to embarrass yourself." ”

Ding Jian didn't react, he was still sitting like a stone, and I seemed to hear him keep muttering again, "Boundary, Dream Butterfly, Butterfly Dream, Xuanmen." A few drops of rain fell, slowly spreading on the shirt on his shoulders, like ink drops falling on paper, unhurried but unstoppable. It was a beauty that bloomed because of loneliness, and I shook my head, discarded the unreal assumptions in my brain, and hurried down the spiral staircase, and with Xiao Lei, into the cabin.

A few steps after getting off the cabin, I could already smell the strong smell of tobacco, and with the smoking gun of Team Cao, it was a cloud and mist wherever the meeting was held. But if even the passage of the cabin was filled with the smell of smoke, the Cao team and their leading group meeting should have been held for a while. Thinking of this, I suddenly realized a serious problem, and quickly looked at the watch on my wrist, and the watch hand pointed to ten o'clock at this moment.

In my memory, Team Cao's meeting was held at half past eight, and after Team Cao left, I went on deck without much delay and chatted with Ding Jian for a while, in my concept of time, it was only half an hour at most, how could it be close to two hours? Could it be that my perception of time has been deviated? But if I think about the small talk with Ding Jian just now, how could it not have taken such a long time?

I quickly took out the maritime phone from the satchel I was carrying, entered Zhou Cheng's phone number, dialed it, and I had a stronger and stronger sense of déjà vu in the scene that had just happened, although I couldn't determine the origin of this feeling, but I realized that the same scene seemed to have happened in Zhou Cheng's small clinic.

The short wait was followed by a clear blind tone and the phone did not work.

"Hurry up, Chang, we're in the predetermined area. My hand was grabbed by Team Cao, who hurriedly walked out of the conference room, and I had to follow him towards the cockpit. Behind him, Lu Binglin, Director Wei, and Captain Jiang rushed out, but their expressions were more serious than the other.

(The Book of the Yellow Emperor says: "The form does not give birth to the form and the shadow, the sound does not give birth to the sound and the sound is born, and the movement does not give birth to nothing.") "The form is the one who will end, and the heaven and the earth will end with me. I don't know. The Tao has no beginning, and it is not long to enter the beginning. What is born is restored to non-existence, and the tangible is restored to the invisible. The unborn is not the unborn, and the invisible, the invisible. The living, the one who is bound to end. The end has to end, just as the living have to live. And if you want to live forever, draw your end, and be confused by the number. --"Liezi")