The Taoist World I See

I have two memories of past lives. For a period of time, I was an adopted orphan, worked as a Taoist priest, went down the mountain to march with the army during the Anti-Japanese War, and finally died in a ravine in Sichuan. In another episode, I was a drug police officer and died at the hands of drug dealers. I never thought of them as dreams, but I could never explain why they stayed in my memory. I decided to pursue the answer. From the footless shadow next to the willow tree in the countryside of Heilongjiang, to the later contact with Taoism, Chuma Xian, witchcraft and shamanism - are these experiences related to each other, or are they just unexplained fragments of my life? This is a man who is still searching for answers, writing down the stories of what he sees, remembers and experiences.