"The secrets I have discovered in this book will save the depraved spirit of the Western world."

Mr. Jung got up and sat on the sofa in front of Sean, and lighted his pipe comfortably: ""Taiyi" is an esoteric text about Eastern Taoism, and the 'Jinhua' described in it means that people look at it in a state of deep meditation. The 'mandala' I have seen is a phenomenon that does exist..."

With that said, Carl Jung handed some pictures to Sean.

Sean saw a lot of exquisite patterns with vertical and horizontal symmetry, some like the Kabbalah tree of life, some like the Mayan solar calendar stone carvings, some like the gorgeous windows of a church, and some like a bird's-eye view of a bastion...

"These are...?" Sean's interest was piqued.

"I asked the artist to draw them based on the patient's description. These are some representative mandalas." Mr. Jung bit the cigarette holder lightly, "As a mystery seeker, you must have seen it in deep meditation. Have you seen a pattern like this before?"

Sean was not without surprise, because he had indeed seen the mandala changing before his eyes more than once, and it was different every time.

With considerable mystical knowledge, he was able to understand its meaning, and he became more and more aware of the deep-seated mysteries of himself and the world... However, he believes that such knowledge cannot be shared and discussed with others in life.

What he didn't expect was that Mr. Jung, who didn't wear a mask, would take the initiative to talk about this topic.

"It is very difficult to perform some particularly delicate psychological analysis of these golden flowers.

"What I'm sure of is that it's also a reflection of the collective unconscious of humanity.

"We have just begun to study these, and the East has peeped into the secrets thousands of years ago..."

Mr. Jung sighed softly: "We, the Western world, have entrusted all our meaning and value to the Holy Father and the Holy Court, but we have gone astray in the end.

"Eastern wisdom teaches us that we ourselves are part of the Way of Heaven, and that the answer is not outside of ourselves."

"Perhaps their strength is our weakness."

"What you want to say is that the East and the West are spiritually homologous and complementary?" Sean expressed his vague feelings at the moment.

Jung raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, then smiled gratifiedly, and nodded sincerely: "Yes, yes!"

He was a little excited for a while: "I think, thousands of years ago, when Lu Zu opened his eyes after meditating in his cave, and St. Paul stood up after confessing in the cathedral, their smiles at that moment were the same!

"Achieving the same fit through different paths."

Sean also realized something, paused, and said softly: "Perhaps, the answer to the East lies in the West, and the answer to the West lies in the East."

Hearing Xiao En's words, Mr. Jung sat up straight suddenly. He squeezed his pipe, blinked his eyes, seemed very surprised, and thought over Xiao En's words repeatedly.

After a while, he took a light breath and asked, "Hiss...Mr. Fang Zhou, what you said just now seems to have provided a wise answer to this world.

"I would like to ask you—can I include this sentence in the book? Of course, I will say that it came from today's conversation!"

Sean nodded slightly: "Of course. In the final analysis, I didn't say this sentence, it was your thinking that enlightened me."

The two looked at each other and smiled, feeling a joyous feeling that a bosom friend is hard to find.

The maid brought black tea, and Sean drank the tea while talking about the illusion he saw during the breakthrough of the wheel of the Heart Palace. Burnt out Alicia.

Mr. Jung frowned: "You know my research—my dreams are definitely not meaningless. The kind of vision you experienced is also a form of dreaming, not to mention the circumstances in which you saw it, So you really can't ignore hints like this...

"I think that deep cave means that you have entered the depths of your unconsciousness, and what you see in the depths of your unconsciousness is actually such a scene..."

After a pause, he continued, "I'm afraid it is indeed as you imagined. It was a prophetic dream."

Sean saw colors representing fear and anxiety pouring out of his emotional flow, and the river was smudged quite richly. He could feel his abdomen tense, and it seemed to be burning inside: "Mr. Jung," Sean swallowed, "is it possible to change the future reality shown in the prophecy dream?"

Speaking of which, this is not the first time that I have a prophetic dream.

In the depths of the old book cemetery, when the old man Pompeii died, he had seen the post-apocalyptic world.

Sean hoped to hear an optimistic answer from the great scholar in front of him... But Mr. Jung frowned and lowered his head. After a while, he said, his voice was a little low: "Mr. Fang Zhou, what I want to tell you is that I have actually experienced similar things.

"Before the outbreak of the last great war that swept the world, I dreamed of a great catastrophe, of millions of deaths, of the collapse of the world...

"After that, I raised the alarm on many occasions, and I was even a little hysterical during that time...

"But, you also know..." Carl took a few breaths, seeming to calm down, "You also know what happened afterwards.

"No one listened to my appeal. The war started on its own.

"People die in reality after they die in my dreams."

Sean's heart sank, and the sky outside the window seemed a little gloomy. He didn't know what to do.

Contact Alicia? Tell her what she saw?

useless. Reason tells my sensibility: the mechanism of fate is beyond people's imagination, and my own notification will not have any effect. What's worse, the notification itself may be the beginning of tragedy.

Mr. Jung knocked his pipe in the ashtray and poured out a cloud of ash, he looked at Sean, and still showed a relieved smile: "However, the situation is different this time, Mr. Fang Zhou.

"We may indeed not be able to change the world, but for a disaster that happened to a friend, maybe we still have a chance to turn the tide."

Xiao En nodded slightly, grateful for the comfort of the elder in front of him.

Knock knock. At the door, the upper body of the maid leaned in: "Sir, that...'Eloquentist' is here again."

Jung seemed a little surprised: "Let him in—eternal reincarnation, and it's time for him to go down again! This doesn't happen often."

When the maid closed the door, Sean looked at Jung, and the psychologist smiled and said, "He is an old friend of mine. He has a great reputation. After reading his works, I had the idea of ​​getting to know him." .I rarely travel long distances, but I endured a three-day long train ride just to see him...

"Our first meeting was not pleasant, and we even had a quarrel at the end—I thought I was very similar to him at the beginning, but after we got to know each other, I realized that we are like two sides of the same thing!"

Mr. Jung had a smile on his face, and it was obvious that he really liked this friend: "However, after I lived in New Testament for a while, he came to visit a few times, and our conversation was much more harmonious.

"Mr. Fang Zhou~lightnovelpub.net~ You must have heard of his name—however, whether you like him or not is another story."

As if speaking a riddle, Mr. Jung looked at the door and continued: "He once said that the value of his writings is six thousand feet higher than human beings and time.

"His intuition is terribly sharp. 'All decisive things are born from confrontation', this sentence came from his mouth.

"He tried to overwhelm fate and the world with his own will. This attempt is terrible, but the person who made this attempt is respectable anyway.

"He is a great hero, a man who walks in the world and surpasses gods.

"I am the healer of human souls, and he is the lion fighting for the destiny of mankind...

"He is the 'Zarathustra' in real life!—Mr. Nietzsche." Jung stood up to greet his friend.

Sean had to stand up, and saw Frederick W. Nietzsche appearing at the door of the room with an unpredictable smile.