Yuan Changwen was in the office, and the three people on the other side asked to know how Lao Zhang jumped off the building.

When he was on the hospital bed just now, Yuan Changwen found that he had nothing to think about, and it seemed that the whole story had ended.

The only truth is that "I exist".

But now, Yuan Changwen has found a way to try to imagine that the stupid background is observing him.

A surging mood was born from within, as if in an instant, the confused person found his direction, and the footsteps that he didn't know where to step also took smoothly.

The whole joy had just been ignited, and Yuan Changwen thought of a question.

Since you can imagine that everything is happening in the background, you can still continue to imagine that there is a background outside the background.

Then, an infinite number of backgrounds are stacked all the way on.

Is this a method of practice?

(Look at the bank deposits, they are decreasing every day, and you are embarrassed to talk about what kind of practice?)

I never thought that the last fetters would be money! It was not family affection, not dreams, not family responsibilities, and the most unbearable thing was money. 】

(Don't think about what to let go of, life in the world is to struggle, hard work, chic and happy.) It's not too late, it's never too late. ）

[The power of fear is huge, and even if you know that money is just self-definition, it won't help. Fear can still use money to pull me, how afraid I used to be without money!]

[I can't blame others, I think about it, but I still don't want to let go of the importance of money. I think I put truth first, but deep down, money comes first. 】

(Then do the most important things, right, do only the most important things every day, and the rest are distractions.) Let's go, get out of here, let's make money, splurge, enjoy, and find excitement!)

[That's right, the most important thing.] Shakyamuni used to be a prince, and the question of why there must be suffering in the world woke him up with a slap in the face. 】

What a glorious identity, his father and others are still alive, and he himself has a wife and children. And then, for the sake of truth, he left the palace alone and sat alone under the linden tree. 】

[Look at me again, do you have the courage to let go of everything? Can you give up your children from a family with a working income? No? Why not? Because I don't think in my heart that truth trumps everything, and there are many things that are more important than reality. 】

Haha, Jinnyima is ridiculous, she is such a person, but she has never admitted it. 】

(It's not too late to admit it, right, there's nothing to be ashamed of.) Everyone may think this way in their hearts, but they just don't dare to say it. It's okay, we've seen through it now, and we'll make money when we go out. ）

[I see it through, so I have to kill the money even more.] If I can put money first, I can kill it! Whose world is this? Mine! Who has the final say?

Yuan Changwen suddenly found that he seemed to have started a war.

One side is real, and only "I exist".

On the other hand, the demon carries a self-woven definition, as well as his own experience and cognition for more than 20 years, and those thoughts that have never been put into his mind without thinking.

There is a huge disparity in the combat power of the two sides, about 100 million to one.

But is the "ego" me?

Obviously not, they weave all kinds of definitions, impersonate me and fake me. The demon was responsible for misleading and deceiving, using all kinds of emotions to pull me into believing me.

Now, it's time to blow the horn.

I will take back all that belongs to me, and those usurpers, die!

On the desert, countless buildings that were gradually falling into decay suddenly took on a new look. It turns out that their dilapidation is just a disguise, waiting for them to be quietly restored when they take it lightly.

At this moment, the horn of war has been sounded, and the buildings have become new and solid

Yuan Changwen was alone, holding the Blade of Anger, facing the huge building complex, looking extremely small.

Countless lights and shadows intertwined, weaving through the buildings, and finally converging into a demon in the sky.

"If I can weave you, I can kill you!"

Yuan Changwen stood up suddenly, looked up to the sky and yelled!

Quickly reflexively, immediately pulled out the gun, and protected the woman behind him.

Yuan Changwen gasped slightly, and only then did he see clearly that what he was in front of was not a building complex, but three people.

Thinking about it for a moment, it was as if I had been called in for questioning.

Yuan Changwen closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly sat down again.

[Who started the war? 】

[Those self-woven definitions, those more than 20 years of experience, cognition, pride, etc., converge together, who is Yuan Changwen. 】

[In other words, I came to kill Yuan Changwen in this war. 】

Yuan Changwen suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, because it meant that in order to give up the identity of "Yuan Changwen", everything about "Yuan Changwen" needed to be killed.

Suicide mission?

Therefore, surrender can be exchanged for victory in this war, and victory can be obtained in the form of defeat.

Without the attachment to these self-definitions and the pull of these emotions, Yuan Changwen is no longer "Yuan Changwen".

A story suddenly came to mind:

There was a ship that sailed at sea, and every once in a while it rotted a plank. We threw away the rotten planks and replaced them with new ones.

Well, there will come a time when all the planks of this ship will be replaced. Suppose someone picks up the rotten wooden planks that were thrown away at the beginning, and reassembles them one by one.

At the moment, these two ships, who is the original?

If the original ship is called "Yuan Changwen", then the new ship after replacing all the planks is still "Yuan Changwen"?

The ship, which was all reassembled with rotten planks, could it be called "Yuan Changwen"?

When Yuan Changwen is no longer "Yuan Changwen", what is the point of all this?

Who will profit after slashing the definition of self-weaving?

Not Yuan Changwen, because he had already died in the process of killing.

So, is that stupid background profitable?

(Look!) People don't die for themselves, so stop thinking about these questions, let's go home.) ）

Death is the real home, and everything else is just a self-woven definition. 】

[I can say that a warm home trumps everything. It can also be said that with money, you can have countless homes. Those who say that money can only buy a house and can't buy a home is because they don't have money!]

[Haha, how did I believe this before? Why can't I see it, the opposite sides are not real! Death, there has never been a word for temperature, but now I have to sleep with it in my arms. 】

(There's no need to be so extreme, it's not bad to live a good life! We don't want to be rich and rich, and live in peace, right?)

[Inspirational can't be successful, change to the golden mean? Plain is true? Don't achieve, just live this life in peace?]

"Hahahaha!"

Yuan Changwen laughed again, sitting on the stool and laughing without hesitation.

"Transcend duality! Demon, I have already said that after that glimpse, you can no longer deceive me!"

Not caring at all about the expressions of the three people opposite, Yuan Changwen continued to roar:

"Yuan Changwen, why aren't you dead yet! Go and die! Yuan Changwen!"

Curse yourself?

The most comfortable thing in Lao Tzu's life is to curse himself!

Sit back and wait for Yuan Changwen to die!

Not only did I sit and wait, but I also had to take the initiative to kill, and then Yuan Changwen himself had to take the initiative to commit suicide.

Attaboy!