Drifting through the hell of earth

Chapter 18: The Truth of Suffering is The Path

Time is like a golden thread in the dark starry sky of dead silence. As the sun descended in the west, its golden rays spilled like liquid gold, staining the horizon crimson. The crescent moon spring in the desert gleamed like a pearl embedded in the yellow sands.

On the banks of the crescent moon lake stood an ancient temple, towering in the morning light, as if time had frozen here, preserving the traces of years gone by. Legend had it that this temple was built by a Buddhist master a thousand years ago, who returned from the Southern Dipper Region with scriptures in hand, carrying the ancient wisdom and religious solemnity.

Stepping into the temple, one would be greeted by a middle-aged man seated in a tranquil meditation room. Ancient scrolls were piled around him like mountains, forming a vast ocean of knowledge, documenting the wisdom and history of thousands of years.

The light filtered through the lattice windows, casting a faint halo that illuminated the middle-aged man's focused expression. His gaze was profound, as if capable of piercing through the mists of time and understanding the vicissitudes of the years. Beside him, ancient scriptures lay heavily on the wooden desk, their pages yellowed, their edges worn, bearing the marks of time's passage.

In this tranquil place, the ancient temple exuded a serene and mysterious atmosphere, as if time had frozen, preserving this sacred ground in millennia of tranquility.

The middle-aged man was named Morlin, with a square face, graying temples, and a pair of reading glasses perched on his nose, engrossed in deciphering ancient scriptures after another.

Molin, an expert in ancient languages, had a passion for exploring old writings. His curiosity spread into many areas of study, much like roots spreading through soil. However, his work environment didn't share his enthusiasm. His boss, a pragmatic person, only valued traditional theories and research that could be published in classic journals.

Despite this, Molin refused to confine his life to interpreting ancient characters on pottery or stones. He found himself idle at work, but it was this limited freedom that opened up another world for him.

He became captivated by the "Book of Daniel," a part of the Bible filled with strange visions and predictions about the world's end. Equally fascinating was "Sumerian Literature," the earliest stories written on clay tablets using wedge-shaped symbols. These ancient writings ignited Molin's imagination, beckoning him to ponder the mysteries of time and existence.

His recent book list from China showed an ancient book called "The Classic of Mountains and Seas." The ancients seemed to have overlooked the earth from space, leisurely traversing the continents of Asia, Africa, and America, leaving detailed records of the local customs and people.

In the ancient tome 'Tui Bei Tu,' Molin found drawings and cryptic texts depicting events of the future, as foreseen by scholars from over 1400 years ago. The eerie accuracy of their visions sent a shiver down Molin's spine, hinting at a mysterious connection between past and present.

Turning his attention to the 'Huangji Jingshi,' Molin found himself drawn into a realm of mathematical precision and cosmic speculation. The ancient sages had meticulously charted universal events, their calculations echoing the enigmatic prophecies of Sumerian literature.

As Molin delved deeper into these ancient texts, he felt the weight of their revelations pressing down upon him. Each scroll seemed to hold a piece of the puzzle, offering glimpses into the mysteries of time and existence.

These books, which seem like myths, have greatly expanded Molin's horizons. He feels as if he has entered the abyss beneath the calm sea, seeing a new world that others would never believe to their last breath. This exploration has also opened the door to the deep fears within his heart.