For more than two hours, we should have walked far, but I still saw a vague shadow of the dock behind me. Just like when I first woke up. Vaguely, I seemed to think of something, but I didn't seem to catch anything. Tugging Nangong's sleeve, I asked, "How long have we been rowing forward?" Why doesn't it seem like it's moving forward? ”

When Nangong heard my words, his face suddenly turned pale, and he looked at me in horror as if he couldn't understand what I meant. It took a long time for her to come to her senses, and she said to me in a trembling voice, "We just stopped, because we found that no matter how far we went, we were as if we were still on the surface of the lake, and we could not get away from the pier. ”

Listening to Nangong's words, I suddenly became nervous, and looked at the monk, who was standing at the front of the bamboo raft with a frown, staring at the dock tightly. I said to Nangong a little nervously, "Could it be that we encountered a ghost hitting the wall?" ”

Nangong's originally pale face became a little paler again, and she shook her head at me with her eyes closed, and she didn't know if she meant to deny me, or if she didn't know at all.

I reluctantly stood up and walked over to the monk. When the monk saw me coming, he looked at me and said, "This is not a ghost hitting the wall. I don't know why. ”

I glanced at the monk with some confusion, why did he insist that this was not a ghost hitting the wall, could he have seen a ghost hitting the wall? The monk seemed to know very well what was here, but there were many mechanisms he didn't know, where did he get this information?

Along the way, he has been saving people, whether it is the tomb robbers or me and Nangong, and even the pangolins go to the island before us, and he doesn't seem to care very much. Isn't he afraid that the pangolins will get what is there before him? What is the purpose of his here?

At this time, Nangong and the thin man also came over, and the thin man didn't seem to be too panicked, maybe he had experienced a lot of strange things like this in his tomb robbing career. He glanced at the monk and said, "This lake is too foggy, could it be that we are going in the wrong direction, so we have been going around in circles here?" ”

The monk glanced at him and said, "Although the fog is heavy here, the basic direction can still be clearly distinguished, we can see both the pier and the direction of the island here, two points and one line." It can't be going around in circles. ”

This monk actually understands physics, I thought about it and said, "Could it be that there is an undercurrent on the surface of this lake, although we have been walking in the direction of the island, but the undercurrent in the lake has brought us back?" ”

The monk shook his head and said, "I have observed this underground lake before, this lake is definitely a backwater lake, and there can be no undercurrent at all. ”

"Is it really a ghost hitting the wall?" Nangong asked with some panic.

"Impossible!" The monk and the lean man replied at the same time.

Looking at the two of them, I couldn't help but wonder, why did the two of them, one a monk and the other a tomb robber, deny the theory of ghosts and gods at the same time without hesitation? I'm skeptical of the idea that ghosts hit the wall, but in this case I would never deny it as directly as they did.

Could it be that the two of them know some clues that can disprove this claim? But what clues can make them directly refute this already ethereal theory of ghosts and gods?

After the monk finished denying Nangong, he said to her, "What do you think is a ghost?" ”

What is a ghost? What kind of problem is this? Ghosts are the souls of people after they die, isn't that what they say in "Liao Zhai"? In China, I am afraid that as long as the primary school students who have watched "Journey to the West" know this statement, what is he going to say? Nangong naturally reacted the same as mine, and he didn't know how to answer him for a while.

Seeing this, the monk said to himself: "In the M theory of quantum mechanics, which is often referred to as string theory, there is a conjecture accepted by most people: all matter in this world is composed of a set of waves composed of each other, whether it is atoms or molecules. ”

After saying that, the monk looked at us, and when he met my confused eyes, he shook his head and continued: "Human beings can also be said to be the result of various waves of different frequencies interfering with each other. When a person dies, the group of waves of the soul and the group of waves of ** will no longer interfere with each other and will be separated separately, which is the so-called soul, that is, the ghost. ”

To be honest, this monk said so much, I basically didn't understand it, so I didn't react at all after listening to it. However, Nangong and Da Bai Niu were extremely shocked after hearing this, as if they knew what this monk meant, and Da Bai Niu even had a solemn look in her eyes for the first time.

There is also a person who behaves very strangely, that is, the thin man, he didn't seem to understand at first, but when the monk talked about interference and detachment, there was also a trace of surprise on the thin man's face, although he quickly covered it up, but because I really couldn't understand the monk's words, I didn't listen to the monk's words at all, so their performances were all in my eyes.

This lean man should be semi-literate like me, with a high school education level of half at most. How could he understand what I basically classified as a book from heaven? Isn't he just a temporary worker hired by the pangolins? So what is his identity? What is the purpose of coming here under the cover of pangolins?

I interrupted the monk and asked, "You are a monk, how do you know so much nonsense?" ”

The monk looked at me and said, "I have a master's degree in quantum physics from Stanford University. My friend also gave me that name when I was studying abroad. ”

This monk actually stayed abroad abroad? He is a monk who recites sutras every day, can't he meditate, and goes to a foreign sub-university to study quantum physics? Although I haven't heard of any junior colleges, and I don't know what quantum physics is, I studied physics when I was in junior high school, and both of them should be similar to physics.

To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that I failed the physics exam, maybe I wouldn't have made it to the glorious profession of skewering on the wall. He is a monk who actually studied physics, and there are two more words in front of it, maybe it is a little more difficult than the physics I learned in junior high school.

I really couldn't understand the origin of this monk, so I asked directly, "Aren't you a monk?" If you go to the foreigner's sub-university to study physics, won't your Buddha blame you? ”

The monk listened to my words, sighed and said, "I just want to know, Buddha, what is it." ”

Looking at his frowning brows and slightly raised chin, I suddenly felt that this guy was a rebellious martyr, who had a very devout faith in his heart, but was completely detached from worldly etiquette. His only belief was to find that pious sustenance in his heart.

Nangong suddenly asked, "Then you think ghosts don't exist?" Why are you so sure that we're not facing a ghost hitting a wall right now? ”

The monk said, "I don't know, because I haven't seen it." I said that there are no ghosts here, because there are Buddhas here, and naturally there are no evil things. ”

Is there a Buddha here? What does he mean by that? Could it be that he was talking about the Buddha statues on the way? But I absolutely don't believe that those stones will do anything to ward off evil spirits. Could it be that he was referring to the true Buddha? That's even more nonsense, listening to the monk's tone, you know that this guy is a skeptic like me, and he has all reservations about things he hasn't seen, neither believing nor denying them. He even has this attitude towards his own beliefs, how can he be so sure that there is a Buddha here? So what exactly is the Buddha he is talking about? Where did he find out?

As I was thinking about the monk's words, I happened to catch a glimpse of a lean man who was very surprised and scared after hearing the monk's words. This lean man definitely knows something we don't know, and what is his origin?

Just when I was stunned, the monk suddenly came to his senses, clapped his hands and said, "The bitter sea is boundless, and the shore is the back." I know, this is the sea of suffering, the sea of suffering that the Buddha taught sentient beings! ”

Hearing the monk's words, I suddenly thought of the scenes of the murals before, could it be that those murals are about the scene of this underground lake? That is, the boundless sea of suffering in the Buddhist language? But isn't that a metaphor in Buddhism? How can there really be a sea of suffering? I glanced at the monk and asked, "Is this really a sea of bitterness?" Does that mean that we have to follow the Buddha's instructions and turn back? ”

After hearing this, the monk fell silent, and after a while said, "Have you forgotten the previous mural?" ”

When I heard the monk's words, I suddenly remembered the choices that people faced in the murals when they were suffering in the sea of suffering, where people ran towards the smiling Buddha, but in the end, many people could not go ashore and could only suffer in the sea of suffering. Could it be that the mural is a warning? The smiling Buddha is a metaphor for a seemingly simple dock that can be reached, while the weeping Buddha is a metaphor for an island in the center of the lake that can never be reached? So what should we do? Have you been struggling on this lake, paddling towards that inaccessible island?

The monk stood up and said, "Sangya, you can't reach it without great wisdom and perseverance. ”

Picking up the bamboo wormwood, he began to slowly paddle forward again. We paddled slowly forward, relying on the compressed biscuits and water in our backpacks for about a dozen hours to paddle towards the island. During this period, the monk and I and the lean man took turns to support Artemisia, but the pier behind it was still not far behind us. My heart has despaired, even if we continue like this, we are still doing useless work.

I handed the artemisia to the monk and said, "There is no way for us to go on like this, there is not much food and water left." "I'm telling you the truth, we've only had two days' worth of compressed biscuits and water, and now we've been on the water for almost a day, and we expect to run out of food soon.

The monk took the bamboo artemisia, but did not immediately support it, but pointed to the dock behind him and said, "Haven't you noticed any changes in this dock?" ”

I looked in the direction of the dock, and for a moment I couldn't feel any change there, but the light on the dock seemed to be getting dimmer and dimmer, and although it seemed to be so close to us, it seemed to be getting more and more blurred.