Leaving the hotel, I slowly walked towards the project site of Mr. He Liu. The sky www.biquge.info dark and dark, and occasionally a passer-by in a hurry did not look at me directly, and did not seem to notice my existence at all. After walking for a while, the street lamps were also repaired to an end, and the faint outline of the enclosure appeared dark, twisted and tall. The construction site resembles a prostrate beast on the ground, opening its large black mouth and sucking the only glimmer of light around it into the bottomless abyss. The tower crane that fell to the ground was broken in two from the middle, and before it had time to clean up, like the rotten backbone of the giant beast, only a few cordons were pulled next to it. The big pit dug a few days ago was empty, only the new soil that had been turned out, and the tools that had not been collected were scattered on the side, indicating that something earth-shattering had happened here. But I walked to the crane, and I saw no one, so I sat down on the edge of the pit, where there were still some broken pottery shards half-buried. Pick up a piece, the pattern is like a knife carving, and the glaze is like water. It is no longer buried for thousands of years, but it seems to have just been taken out of the kiln, with the temperature of the fire.

"There are several heavy platforms outside the Xuanmen, and the Qionglou is dusty, and it is deeper than asking where it will go, and it will be buried in a grave throughout the ages. There was a middle-aged man in black beside me, but the deep poetry seemed to come from a familiar voice, and I didn't have a trace of surprise in my heart, as if I knew that he was by my side, and just listened silently. "Some people want to keep a secret, some people want to explore and change the secret, some people always say that the way of heaven is inviolable, and more people want to fight for their lives. In fact, the appearance of the Xuanmen was an accident, no one knows what it will bring? Time and space are distorted, and the water vein feng shui technique has no effect at all today, but you see, many people still think that if they get this secret technique, they will be able to get rich, which is really ridiculous. I stood up, walked over to him, and went with him to see the front of the wonton slice. At this time, I looked forward along his lookout, and in the distance there seemed to be several dark figures busy at the edge of the great exploration pit, as if digging downward, and the earth was gradually piled up into a small slope, but there was no sound at all. After a while, several people dug out the three-legged golden toad, put it aside, and continued to dig down. I saw that the man in black did not react, so I watched silently. Not long after, the men brought out a large stone box from the pit, which was black and not light, and someone pushed a wheelbarrow out of nowhere and carried the stone box on it. Unfortunately, the distance was too far for me to distinguish from their clothes, so I could only watch them hurriedly tie up the stone boxes, push the golden toad back into the pit, fill it with soil, and push the cart into the darkness.

The man in black stood still, as if to merge with the darkness. I still wanted to clarify those doubts in my heart, so I asked, "What is that Xuanmen?" I couldn't see his face, I couldn't feel his emotions, and I couldn't even be sure that he was a real person. But that familiarity with him came from nowhere, and it made my mind calmer and calmer. "The Tao has clouds, one life is two, two is three, three is everything, chaos is the beginning, time is the beginning. Thousands of years have not changed, time. In the time of chaos, time is one, and in today's world, time is three, so what is the second of time? Where does it exist, when does it stop, and where does it go? Ancient and modern times are all clouds and ghosts and gods, but the Tao ghosts and gods are all changing, because the thoughts are different, what is the solution? Outside the Xuanmen, the world, inside the Xuanmen, the ghost realm. But this ghost is not the ghost of the other cloud, another world, two worlds, and the Xuanmen is in the present realm. "Two lives?" I struggled to digest this illusory and vague theory. The first, second, and third of Taoism, in my opinion, are the principles of point, line, and surface of our art modeling, of course, this is a static creation, and with the passage of time, it has become a bizarre world. So, does the duality of time mentioned by the man in black mean the parallel world created by the distortion of time? So, is the theory of ghosts and gods in the world not a utopian dream, and the supernatural that we encounter is the sensory reflection of the same thing of people in another world?" I can't help but fall into deep thought, but I need an accurate proof, a proof of my own experience.

The man in black nodded at me and said, "If you don't enter the Xuanmen, everything will begin, and you have to enter the Xuanmen, and you can't do anything." There is no luck, no luck, can you think about it?" With that, he walked towards the endless darkness ahead. I was stunned for a moment, was this a kind of guidance? Nothing to do, no luck to be lucky, was it a Zen saying? But that sense of familiarity and trust still prevailed, and I no longer hesitated, and went straight after the man in black.

But entering the darkness, it is completely different from the feelings described by Chang Ye, Lao Xu, and Fang Mojin, there is no sense of stagnation of time, nor the rapid passage of time, except that there is no direction at all, there is nothing unusual. There was no sound, no light, and at first I could still feel the man in black in front of me, but soon that feeling slowly faded away. In the darkness, it was only me, and I was a little nervous in my heart, but fortunately, after walking for a while, there was a light in the distance, or the kind of bright lights, and the closer I got, I became more and more familiar, this is not the lobby of the hotel where I stayed? I took the elevator, without pressing the button, and came to the floor of my room, just turned the corridor and saw two people at the door of the room, knocking on the door, one was He Liuzong, and the other couldn't see clearly, but he was wearing a monk's robe. But they didn't see me approaching them at all, and after a pause, He Liuzong continued to knock on the door hard.

At that moment, the knock on the door seemed to come from all sides of me, and it was like thunder, and my head buzzed, and I had no idea where I was, and everything around me began to spin and spin rapidly. I opened my eyes suddenly, and I was lying on the big bed in the hotel room, the sheets were white, but they were covered with sweat. And there was indeed a clear knock at the door. Was it a dream? Or did I just go out for a spin? I couldn't think about it, I just felt a headache like waking up drunk. Got up from the bed, the symptoms of fever disappeared, opened the door, it was He Liuzong and the monk, I was busy letting them into the house, I didn't think there was anything wrong, but I thought of the scene of seeing the corridor in my dream, the more I thought about it, the more panicked I became, could it be that it was not a dream?

He Liu always saw that my face was very bad and a little sluggish, and asked a few words with concern, saying that the news would be postponed for a day, I shook my head and said that I could persevere. He Liu always couldn't wait to tell me what happened in Jinnan these days, and suddenly saw the monk sitting next to him, He Liu always patted his head and hurriedly introduced me, "This is the quiet master of Zhenglong Temple in Wutai Mountain, Buddhism is profound, I specially invited to help the company solve these strange things." I got up in a hurry, and I didn't shake my head or shake hands, so I had to pick up the teacup on the bed and salute it. Master Jing Xian looked like he was in his fifties, but his hair was white, he took the cup, thanked him, did not drink tea, and kept staring at me, making me hairy. "The dawn moon and autumn wind are fine, but it is difficult to understand under the Bodhi tree. Donor, the heart is heavy, so it is difficult to recognize. "I didn't expect the monk's opening remarks to be so direct, and I didn't know how to respond for a while, but I calmed down, stopped thinking about the strange dream just now, and looked at this quiet master, and his face was indeed a little familiar.

He Liu always looked at us face to face and was stunned, and asked, "Do you know each other?" Master Jing Xian suddenly laughed, "Don't you know, it's difficult to get married, it's difficult to treat diseases, and the number of human lives always meets, isn't it, Xiaojie?" With this quiet smile, many pictures flashed in my mind like a lightning strike, the small courtyard under the jujube tree, the Jintai Road market, and the Shenyang barbecue stall, I couldn't help but blurt out, "Lao Hao, why are you? Sitting across from me was the Northeast bookseller, the second-hand poet, the first group of visitors to the courtyard of Sweetwater Garden, and the old Hao who had not been heard from for almost ten years?

"Why do you need to ask, Mr. He mentioned the matter of Jinnan to me, I felt that there was you in it, and I came to take a look, sure enough, it is God's will. "He Liu always saw that we knew each other well, and when he was relieved, he went to work on something else. Lao Hao had already quit drinking and meat, so we found a teahouse nearby and drank tea and chatted.