Those three sentences are the most precious ideological mottos in the process of growing up in life.

I guess Master Wan is trying to tell me that all the truth is an illusion, and if you forcibly chase it, it will inevitably come to naught in the end.

At different stages of life, the focus of the eyes is different, and the direction of struggle is also different.

People's hearts are separated from their stomachs, and between people, they have different ideas and different values.

"You can never see through the Mogao Grottoes, everyone has a Mogao Grottoes hidden in their hearts." Master Wan said.

"Miss Gu is gone, I have to get her back." I say.

Gu Tianguo and Lei Dongtian are far away on Hong Kong Island, and they are beyond the reach of the whip. Moreover, even if they rushed over as soon as possible, it was still me who could be relied on.

"Do you have the ability to fish for a grain of sand in the sea?" Master Wan sighed.

When he looked at me, his gaze was very distracted, and although his eyes were fixed on me, he did not look at me, but into the endless void.

The sea is the home of sand grains, and there are hundreds of millions of sand grains, so of course you can't "fish for sand". But I know that someone has to do it. Otherwise, Gu Qingcheng would really become a grain of sand and sink to the bottom of the sea forever.

"What does Cave 112 really look like? Master, I have some superficial understanding, can you please correct me when I say it? I asked.

Master Wan nodded and did not speak.

"When I'm painting there, I can feel the movement of air, even when there's not a hint of wind. I tried, and when I lit a stick of incense, the smoke went straight upwards without the slightest shaking, proving that there was almost no wind in the cave. It was at that moment that I felt that the narrow cavern had all opened, and there were no walls around me, and it had become an incomparably empty hall, with no obstacles in front of me, left and right, at least within a hundred steps. Those halls cover a vast area, stretching for hundreds of miles, and a person who only walks on his legs cannot walk out for the rest of his life. I said.

I have tried this matter seven or eight times, and I once took Meng Qiao into Cave 112 and asked her to use it as circumstantial evidence. Strangely, Moncho didn't feel this way. In her eyes and mind, Cave 112 is just a Buddhist cave and a painting cave carved into the cliff, no different from similar buildings around the world.

"Yes or no?" Master Wan asked.

"I'm asking you, Master, for advice." I say.

Master Wan shook his head: "When you said this, you already had the answer in your heart. It wasn't a hall, but—"

He looked up, a deep bitterness on his face, as if my words had struck him the hardest.

"What is it?" I asked.

"That's Qiankun—you feel Qiankun's presence." He said.

Dry is the sky, Kun is the earth.

Qiankun represents everything, that is, the "Tao" in the Tao Te Ching.

"I felt it in Cave 112, what's the point of that feeling?" I asked again.

In a trance, I seemed to have understood Master Wan's words, and I seemed to have fallen into a deeper confusion.

If the real appearance of Cave 112 is the same as what I perceive, then what are the Mogao Grottoes that tourists see? Is it one and two images, each different?

I set my mind and forced my mind back to the original mutilated memory. That was the starting point of the quest, and it was the confusion of the rebound pipa diagram that prompted me to abandon the glory and wealth of Hong Kong Island and come here without hesitation.

"Bounce Pipa Diagram...... The picture is moving, the dancing girl in the picture is moving, not only a painting, there are people outside and next to the painting, and there is more than one person...... The painting is not hung on the wall, but in the air. It was in a magnificent hall, and the hall was so solemn that no one dared to speak, even if there were many people. This is a palace or a palace, right? Only in that kind of place will everyone feel the majesty of the emperor, and they will automatically silence themselves, and they will not dare to make any noise...... Why is that painting here? ......"I repeatedly perceived that environment, but because the memory was so vague, I didn't dare to force it to explore, otherwise it would become self-deception, and instead of finding the truth, I would destroy the correct picture and lead myself astray."

"There are voices." Master Wan was talking.

I did hear a sound, probably the sound of a ritual weapon tapping. In addition to the sound, I could smell the grand scent of hundreds of pure sandalwood burning together.

I had the sensations of hearing, seeing, and smelling, and what I wanted to hear most was actually the human voice.

The accent and content of the human voice are irreplaceable, and I can tell when and where these memories were obtained after hearing a short passage.

"Listen again, listen again, use the potential of your ears to listen to those subtle sounds below fifty decibels." Master Wan said again.

I took a deep breath and rubbed my hands lightly on my ears before gently letting go.

First, I heard my heart beating, my ears ringing, and then I heard a terrible battle going on in the distance. The sound of arrows breaking through the air, the screams of the wounded, the sound of horses running, the sound of knives and guns fighting...... It's all mixed up. The only thing that can be distinguished is that the strength of the two sides of the battle is not close, and the weak side is just struggling to support and can't hold out for long.

"The sound of ritual instruments in the main hall represents a blessing, and the sound of battle represents the invasion of the enemy. That is, I am on the weak side, and the enemy is about to break through the city. I can't hear the sound of gunfire, and now is the era of cold weapons...... Where am I? "The more I thought about it, the more confused I became, and under the guidance of Master Wan, I seemed to be caught in a trances of thinking, rushing left and right, and couldn't get out.

"Human hearing can dive infinitely down to a negative number." Master Wan prompted again.

Theoretically, hearing can dive indefinitely. Dive from the auditory realm of the human ear to the world of sounds that animals can hear. However, there is no mention of "hearing becoming negative" in any scientific magazine.

"Learn to listen to the voices of history." Master Wan went on to explain, "That's the negative number of hearing. ”

I was so inspired that I was no longer suspicious and wary of him, but completely relaxed and took off my disguise.

"Relaxation, Concentration, and Tranquility" are the three stages of spiritual practice, and they are also essential state progression.

Relaxed, calm, meditative – in the materialistic world of Hong Kong Island, there are very few people like me who have to meditate for two hours every day to develop their ability to control their bodies and minds.

There is a cause and an effect, and everything that happens in a person's life is inextricably linked. Just like now, if I don't go through the practice of "relaxation, concentration, and quietness", how can I enter a half-asleep, half-awake, intentional or unintentional state of mind in an instant?

"I can't hear you." I listened with all my heart until my nerves twitched from excessive tension, but I couldn't hear anything.

"You lie down, get some sleep, and recover for a while." Master Wan said.

I was so tired that I slowly left my seat and slipped to the ground.

The ground was hard, but that was just the first thing I felt intuitively.

In less than three seconds, it was as if a hole had opened in the ground, and I was trapped in it.

After repeating it three times between darkness and light, I suddenly heard an extraordinary sound in my ears.

"This is my country." An old, depressed voice whispered.

"This is my woman." He added, and between the two sentences, there was a grunt in his throat as he drank.

"This is the fairyland of my most reluctant dreams, which I will never be able to reach in my lifetime...... In the fairy world, even if there are 3,000 miles of great rivers and mountains, if you can't get there, the meaning of life is still ...... I still can't find the ...... meaning in life. The voice was staccato and seemed to be drunk.

I realized that the person who spoke was not an ordinary person in everyday life, but a — I don't know how to describe it, and his wording had a very old meaning that is usually only heard in costume TV dramas.

"I" is the emperor's self-title, and its meaning has not changed since ancient times, and it refers to the emperor himself.

As long as the word appears in a sentence, the person who speaks must be the emperor.

"Do you really want to take away my country? You said you could give it back to me, is that true? Why can't you avoid these complicated processes, you help me repel the army, and I will give you half of the country, isn't it simple and clear? What did I do wrong? I didn't do anything wrong, I just had bad luck and got to this point. In the past, the first emperor exhausted the world's seven years of people's power to build a house, but was burned by the Chu people and wiped out. Today, will my capital also be buried under the iron hooves of the roaring Huma? The voice said.

He seemed to be talking to someone, but I never heard the other person's voice, he was talking to himself all the time.

"The Chu people are burned, and the poor scorched earth is pitiful. On the scorched earth, scorched trees bloom. Hehe, hehehehe...... The capital of mine has collapsed, and there is scorched earth everywhere, and scorched wood everywhere. You say, "I am listening to you?" Or won't listen to you? The voice smiled wryly.

"Scorched wood" is one of the clues of Dunhuang's heavenly machine, and the excavation of the tomb of the ghost slave of the island country of Oda is also to find "scorched wood".

I'm not sure if the "scorched wood" this person is talking about is the same thing as the "scorched wood" of Oda Onino.

"I'm not a phoenix, I don't want Nirvana, and it's impossible to live forever in the flames, I just want to borrow 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals from you to solve the misfortune of today's siege. Isn't it possible? Really? Raising soldiers for a thousand days, using soldiers for a while, I gave you so much, today you say no? Okay, okay, I'll give you one last thing, hehe, it's-"

I realized that a murder was about to happen, and I couldn't help but push my hands forward and left and right.

Subconsciously, there was a huge black curtain in front of him blocking the way, and the sound was inside the black curtain. As long as you reach out, you can see the person who calls himself "I" and the murder that is about to happen.

I didn't touch any fabric with my fingers, but there was a light in front of me.

Ten paces to my right stood a huge men-high candlestick, and in the tray above it were twelve arm-thick candles, twelve of which were rising half a foot high, and the candles crackled and shone so brightly within a radius of twenty paces that there was not a trace of shadow.

That kind of candlestick is called "full house", and it was a necessary night lighting device for the wealthy family before the invention of oil lamps and electric lights.