I forgot the title of the book, but I remember it was about a combination of metaphysics and scientific research. I can't remember the specific title of this work, but its core theme focuses on the intersection of metaphysics and science. This book is a relatively unpopular academic work.
This book is based on real-life experiences, talks about numerology, Feng Shui, and ways to change your luck. Ordinary people read stories, smart people learn skills.
Monster city, camera flow, no narration, no sensationalism, lots of white space, no emotional words, action slices, unhappy writing, no brainlessness, urban superpowers
The day of listing has finally arrived. On this day, people from the entire three realms crowded to the edge of the Milky Way. It was more lively than the Chinese Valentine's Day and the premiere day. The guards at Nantianmen were so busy that they kept their feet on the ground, letting the immortals, demons and mortals rush here, shouting: "Don't squeeze! Don't squeeze! There is no room for the listed position!" But no one listened, everyone squeezed forward, just to
The young man stepped on the road to God from the mortal world, traveled through the heavens and defeated enemies, and finally challenged the origin of all calamities. The setting of the novel is novel, the pictures are lifelike, the characters are emotionally delicate, and the words are humorous. A masterpiece of fantasy cultivating immortals and fighting for hegemony [I learned it] [I learned it] [I learned it]
[Star Dome Acupuncture·Passionate Recommendation] Eight people, one well, and one boat. A man who had been guarding the well for seventy years knocked the "dong" sound before it turned into a door. Seven people looked up at the same time from different places - they didn't know that they were the chosen ones. Taoism, Legalism, Medicine, Mohism, Yin-Yang, Confucianism, famous schools. Seven kinds of wisdom, seven kinds of light forms, living in the same ship. That ship is called "Ciyou Hospital Ship". There are eighty-one breaths in the keel—the souls of those who died in battle 4,600 years ago, waiting for the words "I don't blame you." And Chi You, the God of War, is hidden in the eightieth ray of light. He's not here for revenge. He came to ask: "Can I help you?" They were going to a place called "Shangzhou". Not a black hole, not a nebula, but a child who has been waiting for 10 billion years. It was abandoned, misunderstood, forgotten. It only said one thing: "Who can hear it?" They heard it. The doctor asked "Are you in pain?", The recorder wrote down each name, the observer saw the fear that others could not see, and the bearer used the severance to separate the ten billion years of pain. This is not a story about conquering the sea of stars. There are people who are willing to listen, people who are willing to come, and people who are willing to say something - "The tea is still hot. Come and drink." --- "Star Acupuncture" Someone is waiting, someone is coming.