I know very well that only by stopping the Big Bang can we undo any worsening chain reactions.

I'm willing to do whatever it takes to achieve this.

The woman nodded and waved to Zoya beside me, "Take your guests with you." ”

Zoya led me through the rows of tall bookshelves and all the way forward.

At first, the shelves, which reached up to the roof of the main hall, were filled with books. The further back you go, the more bizarre the shelves become, some of them are white heads and bones, some are dry plants, and some are clothes and dishes...... It wasn't until later that I saw tall and short people meditating cross-legged on the shelf.

The first thing I saw were people of normal size, who were more than one meter tall when they sat cross-legged, but soon they saw some very small people, only 50 centimeters tall, and their body size was no different from that of a child four or five times.

These people wore a variety of clothes, some of which were the same as those of the ancient Chinese, some of which were similar to the costumes of ethnic minorities, and some of which were wrapped in primitive animal skins and leaves.

"They are all the remnants of the predecessors of the wise men of the Wandering Ghost Country, and when they practiced to the end, they turned into green smoke and left, leaving only these." Zoya explained.

I stopped and looked at the nearest shelf on the right.

If these are regarded as "relics", then it is easy to understand the huge difference in body size, because there are records of "Yuan Infant Relic" in the ancient practitioners' classics. Once a practitioner with a unique root of wisdom has broken through the limits of his or her intellect, his body will gradually shrink until he becomes a baby, that is, the supreme truth of "the mind grows and the body retreats", which is consistent with the principle of the "relics" of Zen Buddhism.

There was only a normal seated figure on the shelf, and he opened his arms upwards and spread out his palms, and there was a small person sitting cross-legged and raising his arms in each of them, and there was a smaller person sitting cross-legged and raising his arms in the palm of the villain, and so on and so forth, until the small figure in the palm of the last layer of the villain was the size of an ant, almost invisible.

Looking at this strange and strange human form, I suddenly had an epiphany.

The development of human beings and the development of individuals need to be superimposed layer by layer, and future generations will stand on the shoulders of their predecessors to broaden their horizons and territories, so that human society can develop better. Since the beginning of human civilization, society has changed from slavery to feudalism and then to democracy, which is the result of this kind of support and promotion from generation to generation. On the contrary, wild beasts, birds, ants, and insects do not have this sense of support and mutual assistance, and there will not be much evolution in the past 5,000 years or the next 5,000 years, and the dominance of the earth is still firmly in the hands of human beings.

In every generation of earthlings, some supreme wisdom can emerge, leading earthlings to find light and move towards the truth, and they have worked hard to sacrifice their lives for this. In them, "the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility" is perfectly embodied, and it has become an example for future generations to learn.

What I want to do is to be the kind of person who abandons the small self and pursues the big self, and finally realizes his personal value in the process of striving for the light of mankind.

"He is very famous in the history of the Central Plains, and what he holds in his palm is the self after reincarnation, one into two, two into four, and four into eight...... has been constantly spawning and deriving. In the Central Plains, he was revered as the 'orthodox Han Dynasty and the originator of Yan and Huang', and was the core of the origin of the Chinese nation. Zoya explained.

I nodded, stood upright, and bowed deeply to the figure.

"His remains should be enshrined in the national ancestral hall in the Central Plains." I say.

"Thousands of years of war and chaos, enshrined here, is the safest. In the world of great turmoil, there are countless people who have been destroyed, and what we have preserved and worshiped in the temple is only one in 10,000. Including the relics of this great figure, if we had not been invited here from the Loess Plateau, they would have been destroyed in the era of hunger and riots. Mr. Long, if I explain it this way, you should understand what a 'hanging garden' is. Zoya said.

I nodded deeply: "Yes, I see." There is no garden in the world, and what belongs to ancient Babylon is only the infinite 'sky', but there is no 'garden' in the secular sense. The legend of the 'Hanging Gardens' left behind in ancient Babylon is just an esoteric metaphor. ”

Zoya applauded softly: "That's right, that's right. ”

It is recorded in the ancient Greek philosophical texts that the great philosophers debated, had epiphany, ascended, and attained enlightenment in a huge garden, and finally achieved the highest peak of human philosophy. That garden, on Mount Olympiacos, where the gods gathered, was called the "Garden of the Gods."

As with the example above, the "Hanging Gardens of Ancient Babylon" is a metaphor for a place where wise men gathered, but they had to be accessed through a secret passage called the Infinite Corridor. There, all wise men practiced day and night, selflessly dedicating the enlightenment of one victory to make it the common intellectual property of mankind.

"That hanging garden is in ...... It's ...... This is it, right? The three turns in my tone represent my personal understanding of the "hanging garden".

I have broken through the three-dimensional to four-dimensional space-time barrier and reached the core of the Wandering Ghost Country. Then, this must be the place where the wise man practiced enlightenment - the "Hanging Garden".

Zoya applauded again and again: "Exactly, exactly, Mr. Long is worthy of being a rare wise man of his time, drawing inferences from one case and thinking so quickly that he has already understood all the secrets without me bothering to explain." This is the Hanging Garden, and the one who just talked to Mr. Long is the eternal owner of this place, and we all call her 'Sun and Moon Niang'. ”

I shook my head slowly, and the words came to my lips, but they didn't come out.

Of course, that woman is not a "Sun Moon Niang", but a big figure who once shocked the history of the Central Plains, and she is the empress who is most admired and worshiped by the Empress Dowager Cixi in the late Qing Dynasty.

The empress once created a special Chinese character for herself - "曌" in the sky of the sun and the moon.

In Chinese history, there are "four beauties", that is, "Xi Shi Huansha, Zhaojun out of the plug, Diao Chan worships the moon, and the concubine is drunk", and the appearance of the empress is also beautiful to the extreme, which can replace any of the above "four beauties", and can even crown above the four beauties and become the "five beauties". However, she didn't disdain to be compared with mortal beauties at all, but created a precedent of "women as emperors", ascended the throne and sat in the palace, facing the south and facing the north, becoming a unique empress.

Regarding the empress, there are countless novels, film and television works, some praisers, and some slanderers, but none of them can fairly and completely reflect her legendary life. When she abdicated, she returned the country to Li Tang, and then died without a trace. This style of coming and going freely and advancing and retreating in a chic manner is the only one in Chinese history. The Empress Dowager Cixi only learned her "advance", but she could not learn to "retreat" at all, and finally became a tumor in the late Qing Dynasty, a laughing stock of history, and was subjected to the poisonous curse of "opening the coffin and tyrannical corpse".

Like now, the empress became the lord of the Wandering Ghost Country, in charge of the Hanging Gardens of ancient Babylon, it was really a very perfect ending, the legend did not end, but began again in another world.

It's not just a library, it's a museum. For human beings, museums are "great gardens of knowledge". It seems that historians in the past simply copied the literal meaning of ancient texts, without thinking deeply about what the "hanging garden" really is.

There is no end to this passage, and there is no end to the bookshelves that stretch to the left and right.

After a long journey, I finally met Joyna.

She did not fall into the abyss and never return, but sat in a spotless white room without incident.

"Please talk slowly." Zoya withdrew playfully, then closed the door.

"I thought the end had come." Joyna pretended to be light-hearted, walked up, and hugged me gently.

"Yes, the world is unpredictable, and blessings and misfortunes depend on each other. At least everybody is alive and well now. I said.

"They must have asked you to come, and they must have come to persuade me. You know? I have a miniature nuclear bomb hidden in my body, and the detonator is my life. I die, and the nuclear bomb explodes immediately, triggering a great destruction north of the Caucasus Mountains. All they can do is to keep me alive, but if I deliberately beg to die, I will definitely find a chance to die and let everything be destroyed. Joyna's voice was mournful and helpless.

The walls, tables and chairs in this room are pure white and are reminiscent of the legendary paradise.

Heaven is wonderful, but Joyna's mission is absolutely dark and tragic. The assignment she received from Lady Ice and Gapov was not only to accompany me all the way to Cheka Town, but also to carry out even more extreme destruction.

In this task, I acted as a ladder and a stepping stone. Otherwise, Joyna would not be able to penetrate into the core position of the Wandering Ghost Country.

The detonator made of life is a common means of espionage, and the fuse switch of * will not blow when the pulse beats. Instead, Joyna's pulse stops, the switch blows, and an explosion occurs.

"The outside world is so beautiful - don't you tell me the same thing? Live well and build that world instead of destroying it. I said.

I know that Joyna has turned into a very difficult hot potato to deal with, otherwise the Ghost Nation would not have turned to me for help.

"Before I came, I had already decided on the date of my death. Whether I want to die or not, whether I want to live or not, I only have forty-eight hours to live. When the time is up, the slow-release poison in the body will start to work, and after ten minutes at most, the breathing will inevitably stop, the pulse will definitely stop, and then it will ......" Joyna laughed miserably, "This is a dead knot, and it cannot be untied, unless you have Alexander the Great's wisdom sword, which can go down with a single sword and cut off all the dead knots together." Otherwise, let's not talk about it and wait for the end to come. ”

I laughed too, because I knew that I had once again been fooled by the spy agencies of the great northern powers. When Joyna "died", my heart almost stopped beating for a moment, and I was moved by her sacrifice. It's a pity that Joyna is a spy, and a successful spy has long since completely erased the word "feelings" from his life dictionary forever. Therefore, Joyna's resolute act of jumping down is not a "dead admonition", but a full-fledged execution of her mission.

By the time we left the barracks, her fate and I were already sealed.

Neither Mrs. Ice nor Gapov will explain this to me.

I don't want to blame anyone, condemn anyone, non-my race, their hearts must be different - the Chinese know this, and the people in the big northern countries also know this. Lady Ice is a super spy who always puts the interests of the country above her personal feelings, and this is a very appropriate practice.

None of them are wrong, they are goal-oriented, they are determined, and they are consistent.

The fault was me, who tried to save the fate of the Cheka town by myself, but was betrayed by my companions one after another.

"Can't change it?" I asked.

"Yes." Joyna stared at me helplessly and desolately, "I'm sorry, but the only thing I can do right now may be to do my best to get you a physical one-"

I waved her off, which was simply not what I needed.

The weak accept the mercy of fate, while the strong rebel against fate and choke fate.

"Can the poison be removed?" I asked.

"More than 4,000 micro nanocapsules have been injected into the body, and if you want to remove them, you can't do it unless you slice the body in detail and then search for it. This poison is called 'fate' and cannot be cracked. Joyna replied.

"Sending you out of the small building within forty-eight hours, can it solve the problem?" I asked again.

This is a cruel question, but I have to ask it in order to save the crisis. If sacrificing Joyna alone can save the Hanging Gardens of the Wandering Ghost Country, it is also worth doing.

"The Cheka town is already heavily surrounded, and as soon as you leave the small building, you will be shot on the spot, and a big explosion will occur immediately. Forget it, Mr. Long, don't make any more assumptions, what should be thought of, Mrs. Bing has already thought of it, and the roads that can be walked have been blocked. The target of Lady Ice has never escaped. She wants us to die, and we must die, this is fate—my fate, your fate, the fate of the Wandering Ghost Country, the fate north of the Caucasus Mountains, the fate of the great powers of the North,......" Joyna replied with her head shaken.