Chapter 268 Dream

"Don't read it. There is nothing below. Since you have the ability to come here, don't you know that every layer of altar city is just a chant. If you know what the real chant is, you won't find the root."

The mysterious man spoke next to me, with a low voice and a sense of majesty.

But even if I hear him say this, I still don't understand, because the so-called idea is just an empty concept of nothingness. How can the idea form a real building?

The man looked at me in a trance and said, "I know what you're thinking. You think the reading is nothing.

At this time, I finally asked, "Isn't it?"

The man did not answer me, but said, "What do you think people are?"

His question stopped me, and I couldn't answer it for a moment. After thinking for a while, I said, "People... people are a kind of intelligent creature."

The man nodded and said, "Yes, people are called human beings because they have wisdom, and wisdom is a kind of thought. If people have no wisdom, like a leaf or a piece of mud, does everything in this world still mean anything to people?

I frowned, seemed to think of something, and said, "I know what you mean. You are idealistic. Whether the human body is a leaf or mud, everything in the world still exists there objectively."

The man continued to nod and said, "You're right. They do exist, but do they still mean anything to people? When you are just a leaf, you can't see or hear, you don't know that the world exists. Mindfulness is wisdom, listening, reading, that is, everything in the world is thought, and thought can also form anything, such as the altar city you see.

Hearing what he said, I was stunned and always felt that there was something wrong with what he said, but I couldn't find this wrong place.

"You...!" When I reached my mouth, I swallowed it and held it for a long time before saying, "What on earth are you trying to tell me?"

The man ignored my question and continued to ask me, "Why is the armor empty?"

I was stunned for a moment and asked, "What armor?"

Then I immediately remembered that he might be talking about the generals' armor in the lowest space, so he said, "Oh, why?"

The man said, "Once there were many famous people who wore these armors. At that time, they all remembered it, but when it was gone, the armor would become empty."

"You mean those people are dead?" I answered.

"Death?" The man seemed to smile.

"Do you want to say that death is just the beginning?" I suddenly thought of the theories of those second-rate thinkers on TV.

The man shook his head and said, "I ask you, what's the difference between a person with permanent amnesia and a dead person?"

I replied almost immediately, "Of course there is a difference. People with amnesia are still alive."

The man sneered and said, "You don't remember the people who gave birth to you and raised you. Even if others tell you, you won't really think it happened to you. Can you call yourself? There is no difference between permanent amnesia and a dead person, because this person's soul has been destroyed. Therefore, the so-called death does not refer to the death of the body, but the disappearance of a thought.

When he said this, I thought about it carefully and still felt that what he said was reasonable, but I don't understand why he led me here and always mentioned this "thought" to me repeatedly.

But what he said next, it seems that I can understand something.

Because then the mysterious man told me, "Through the space created by thinking, only those who miss it can enter, and the altar city here can not be entered on every floor. Only those who have that kind of thought can enter a specific level."

I frowned and asked, "Do you mean that we all have murderous thoughts?"

The mysterious man did not answer my question, but said, "We don't have much time. I asked you to come because I hope you would leave here early."

I was stunned for a moment and asked, "Why?"

The mysterious man turned around and continued to walk forward and said, "Follow me."

I saw him walking up along the copper plate surrounding the altar city, as if he wanted to climb to the top of the ball, so I followed.

Sure enough, it took us about 20 minutes to get around to the top of the ball.

The wind on the top of the ball was very strong. Although the sun was shining, I still felt a chill.

Standing on the top of the ball, the surrounding scenery was unobstructed, so I found that the distance I was in did not seem to be the scenery that should be 100 meters high.

The continuous mountains on the ground and lush trees look only the size of nail caps, and even white clouds slowly float beside us.

I felt stuffy in my chest. The climbing exercise just now made me a little tired and breathless.

Looking at this situation, I think how high have we climbed? I usually don't have altitude sickness until about 4,000 meters.

"Did you see it?" The mysterious person next to me asked me.

I took a few deep breaths and asked, "What do you see? Elevation?"

The mysterious man did not look at me, but looked ahead and said, "This section of the altar city is slowly rising into the universe. If you don't hurry back to the lower floor, you will soon die because of changes in pressure and oxygen."

Hearing what he said, I was surprised and asked, "How come?"

The mask mysterious man was silent and seemed to be thinking about something. After a while, he said, "The rules are being restarted, and all thoughts will gradually disappear from the earth. This is the natural protection procedure of the rules. If the chant disappears, the temple has no meaning of existence, so it will return to the mixed element.

Hearing that he was also talking about the rules, I hurriedly asked, "What are the rules, what are the mixed elements, and why is everyone talking about the rules?"

The mysterious man looked at me, and I saw a few stages from the eye hole of the mask.

He patted me on the shoulder and said, "Only you can change all this. Don't worry, someone will guide you. You just need to do it according to your own wishes. Remember, you have the most powerful thoughts in the world and make good use of him."

I didn't understand what he was talking about, and hurriedly asked, "What do you mean? Can you make it clear?"

The masked man looked at me and was silent for a long time before saying, "There is no time. Someone is calling you. Grandpa can only help you get here. Goodbye, Xiaochuan."

After he said this, the shadow suddenly became dim, and then his shadow gradually flew with the wind.

"Are you...Grandpa?" I was stunned for a moment and finally reacted and reached out to grab it, but I didn't catch anything.

"Grandpa!" I shouted and wanted to jump on it, but the collar was grabbed.

I looked back and found that it was Nobita.

Daxiong's pajamas yawned and said, "What's your dream? Shouting at the door of the tent, let no one sleep, go! Go in and go to bed. I'll guard it.

I wiped the cold sweat on my head and looked around and found that I was still in the tombstones of Tancheng, surrounded by darkness.

Brother and Nie Chuan were also woken up by me and stood behind without saying a word.

I was a little embarrassed and said, "No... I'm sorry, I'll come to the vigil. I swear, I will never fall asleep again."

The three of them looked at me, and their eyes were full of worry.

I waved my hand again and said, "It's really okay! Go to sleep!"

At this time, the three people returned to the tent to sleep.

I sat still and took out my mobile phone to have a look. It turned out that only ten minutes had passed.

I didn't expect that I had such a long dream in ten minutes.

After thinking about it, I always feel that this dream is very real, and I don't know if what my grandfather said in the dream is true.

Thinking of this, I suddenly felt that the air around me was particularly depressing. It was really like a plateau reaction, and my breathing became a little difficult.