Within 48 hours, more than 9o% of readers who have purchased chapter V will be able to see the latest chaptersOccasionally, there will be some side effects of strong memories in this life, such as those not so good memories. They can be buried, but as long as they exist, there will always be a time when they will be dug up and reviewed, and no matter when they are dug up, they will not be diluted and so distinct.

Including the feeling of wanting to vomit when memorizing words, including the feeling of being bored and wanting to drop things when working overtime, but the leader is pointing at the side, and the last perception before death.

My father said, "It's very useful, death is the most mysterious realm, and even Mahayana monks may not be able to break it." You can know the whole process of walking into death in detail, now you only feel that this memory makes you uncomfortable, but in the future, you don't have to go to my realm, when you reach the current realm of your brother and sister, you will know what a precious treasure this is. ”

Precious or not, I really can't understand it now, I just know the pain of being buried alive in the cold snow. Oh, it's not too painful, after all, avalanches are very intense activities, and a small person has no room to resist at all, and he is buried before he can react, and then almost immediately he doesn't even feel the pain. But at this time, I wasn't really dead, at least I wasn't, or rather, I don't think I did. But it's also possible that I'm actually dead, but my soul is still there.

Let's start at the beginning, about the death of my last life.

Actually, I'm not a person who likes to travel, to be precise, I don't like crowded places, especially with a group of people. As a chatter, I prefer to speak on my own rather than listening to others, especially a group of people.

A lot of people say I'm weird, not very easy to get along with, and a bit of a lonely. I didn't care about this kind of evaluation, and I thought confidently in my heart: People are different from each other, and I don't live to please you.

The vast majority of people don't know my dark thoughts, in their hearts, the taciturn people are very thoughtful, like me, they must have said it and forgotten it, silly all day long, and some eccentric and unsociable performances are just young and vigorous and do not know how to restrain their edge.

These self-proclaimed mature people only use stereotypes and frames when analyzing others. Extroverted, introverted, lively, quiet, generous, stingy...... Can humans be summed up in one or two words?

The silent person may be an honest person or a behind-the-scenes **oss, and the cheerful and laughing person may be silly Bai Tian or a wolf in sheep's clothing. There are always so many people who firmly believe that the inner truth can be seen from the external performance of people, and they really think that everyone is a psychological master?

I laughed with you while scolding you from head to toe in my heart, do you believe it or not? believe it or not, I did it anyway.

To be honest, I'll admit that I was a bit cynical in my last life...... Well, maybe more than a little. This probably leads to the fact that although I have a lot of friends who can talk, I don't have any close friends who can make friends. So whenever I quiet down, there must be no one around me to accompany me.

Fortunately, I am not uncommon for others to accompany me.

I left the city alone, went to a place with few people, and drilled into a deserted place. Tourist attractions are definitely not to go, and the places that have been opened must be detoured. I went alone, and then I went back alone, leaving the negative emotions that could not be vented in the crowd in a place where no one could see, until I went to the snowy mountain.

I went, and then I didn't come back.

It's really strange, it's such a quiet snow-capped mountain, obviously I'm just walking quietly, why did it suddenly collapse?

I was buried under the thick snow, there was no light, it was all cold, I couldn't move, and the only sound came from my body. The sound of breathing, the sound of the heartbeat, the sound of blood flowing...... Little by little, it disappears until it is completely silent.

I don't know if my soul was out of my body the moment the snow fell down, otherwise how could I feel so calmly as I slowly died? I even had the illusion that if there was a plant under me, it would suddenly grow up and rush out of the snow and into the sky......

Isn't it often written like this in fairy tales?

Unfortunately, of course, the fairy tale did not come true, and I gradually lost consciousness, and by the time I regained my ability to think, I had become a baby.

☆. oo19_ philosophy

It is said that the end of physics is mathematics, the end of mathematics is philosophy, and the end of philosophy is theology, and Mr. Newton explained this view with practical actions.

It's hard to say whether this kind of point of view is right or wrong, but after dying once, I think it still makes some sense.

In my last life, I learned physics and mathematics well, of course, this 'good' is only in the ordinary sense, and there is a distance of light years from xx experts, and even from xx experts is at least several rivers away.

In my previous life, I thought that this should be limited by innate intelligence, but when I think about it in this life, it should be mainly because of the lack of motivation to study, so that I dozed off when I looked at those wild conjectures, and turned to those philosophical works and stayed away from the entanglement that went around and around and could not get out of the results.

But in this life, under the impact of death, I can take the initiative to think about philosophical questions.

For example, how did the world of this life intersect with the world of the previous life so that I was able to reincarnate across the world?

For example, where are people's memories stored, and why is it that the whole body has been replaced, and the soul is also broken and reorganized, but the memory is still intact?

For example, what is the reason why a person is this person? body, soul, memory? If it's the first two, I'm no longer me, and if it's the last one, then if someone steals my memory, does he replace me?

......

Seriously, I still don't like philosophy, what comes first there is the chicken and the egg, what is good and what is evil, I think that any question without a definite answer is a waste of time to discuss. The so-called debate competitions are all idle eggs, people who watch are bored, and people who debate are even more boring - in my last life, I was ridiculed by the group because of this point of view, and a certain debate girl slapped me.

Speaking of that slap, although I do owe it, but mainly because the girl has a bad temper and is in a period of negative emotions. That girl had just lost the debate, but I was talking about the meaninglessness of the debate.

Actually, I wasn't targeting her, I was just against the debate tournament in general, but the glass-hearted girl heard it and glared at me, I noticed her gaze, but I didn't recognize who she was - I said I don't like the debate, so even if I was forced to go to the debate tournament, I didn't pay attention to listen at all, let alone look at the contestants, this girl looked ordinary and not attractive at all. Of course, even though she is beautiful, but her gender is different, she is not attractive to me.

I asked my buddies around me, "Who is this, have you ever been abandoned by me?"

The buddy replied: "I just lost that team's defense." ”

I suddenly said, "It's worse than being abandoned by me." A lot of time is wasted on meaningless things, and in the end there is not even a meaningless but comforting vanity of victory. But it doesn't matter, it's just vanity anyway, if you lose it, you lose it, and if you lose it, you still look stylish. ”

Then I was fanned.

Dude said I deserved it, I thought that girl was making too much of a fuss. Later, the girl and this buddy became a couple, and not only did they not thank me for giving them a chance to get to know each other—their initial friendship was based on condemning me together—but they also despised me for being ungraceful at the mention of it.

I'm not graceful enough, I didn't say a word back when I was slapped, what else do I want?

"That slap didn't hurt, and there wasn't a single red mark after the fan. Dude said.

I said, "Is this a question of whether it hurts?" Besides, who told you that it doesn't hurt if you don't have a red mark?

Dude deflects the subject by accusing me: "The most critical reason you make her angry is that you always have a 'I am right, I am saving your life, you should be grateful to me'." Brother, debating is her hobby. Do you understand hobbies? Respect other people's hobbies. ”

I don't talk to people who are poisoned by love.

Ouch, it's far away again, in fact, the philosophical question I think about the most in my life is whether the death of the previous life has anything to do with the spiritual root of this life.

For example, I died under the snow in my last life, and when I died, I fantasized about being saved by the plants in fairy tales, and in this life, I was reincarnated in the cultivation realm that was more fantastical than fairy tales, and I had ice spirit roots and wood spirit roots.

To say that there is no relationship between the two at all, it is just pure coincidence...... I don't believe it anyway.

The first thought of mortals, who have been dragged down by their lifestyle, is not to change themselves, but to drag the monks into the water. At that time, the number of mortals was far superior to that of monks, and the monks' overall strength was severely limited because they had not yet found a more suitable cultivation method in the poor aura environment.

The two sides fought a big battle, and in the end, the mortals were defeated miserably, still defeated by the fact that they had no spiritual power. They did not use the advantage of numbers, but insisted on using magic weapons, attacking the strengths of the other with their own shortcomings, and naturally they would fail.

After the war that greatly damaged the vitality of both mortals and monks, mortals really began to find their own path, and the monks really began to distance themselves from mortals, except for bringing children with spiritual roots from the mortal world to the cultivation realm, trying not to intersect with the mortal world.

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