CHAPTER XX

What is the essence of life? Is it a buildup of proteins, amino acids, fats, and various other tissues and organs? What is the soul? Is it the miracle of pure neural circuits that arise in the predominantly brain tissue or is it a more metaphysical concept?

Hai Yunfan will inevitably think about these questions when he is bored, especially after practicing martial arts. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoOriental martial arts focus on metaphysical thinking, and after reaching a certain level, you must choose your own way. And the question of what life and soul are is a difficult problem in the avenue.

Others say that I think, therefore I am. So if I am detached from my original body and only keep my thoughts, can I still be considered me? There must be something different between me today and yesterday, so am I still me? Am I the same person at this moment as I am after Planck time? How are they related and different?

This egg pain problem......... After thinking about it for a long time, he didn't come to a definite conclusion. Just like his explorations in other fields, the question of "life and death" has only been superficially saved, and he has not yet been able to fully comprehend it, or it is impossible to fully comprehend it at all. If you can understand this problem thoroughly, you will probably be able to become a Buddha on the spot.

As a human being, all his knowledge and insight and thoughts are inseparable from the environment in which he grew up. In the original world, there was never a unified statement or convincing conclusion to the question of the soul and the nature of life. He has always been deeply skeptical of all claims on this issue.

However, if we look at this issue from the perspective of demons and humans, we can draw interesting conclusions. Just as the eyes of the will can only get a two-dimensional picture, and the eyes can locate the position of an object in space. If you look at the world from two different angles, you can see something different from what a simple human or a simple demon sees.

For example, the complex relationship between the mutual opposition and mutual transformation of "existence and absence" in "life and death". Therefore, at the moment of death, he attached all his information to that trace of sword qi, and let the last traces of his existence disappear into the vast night sky along with this sword qi woven from demonic qi.

Although he didn't know what would happen next, Hai Yunfan felt that this matter would be quite interesting. Will I be reborn like the primordial god of the Heavenly Demon, through this wisp of sword wire? Even if something received the message, was it me who was born again, or was that person or something else equivalent to having the memory of another person?

But none of this has anything to do with me for the time being. The moment it dissipated, Hai Yunfan saw infinite possibilities. And there are many very interesting stories in them, and at the end of many stories, they have their own figures. So, think of it as a break between the scenes.

When I wake up again, I will surely have more insights in the two aspects of "life and death" and "existence".

Or, it's okay to just disappear completely. Although there are many things that I want to do that I have not done, there are so many things to do in this world that I want to do, even if I throw them aside, what does it matter? When you have the ability, you naturally have to work hard, but now that you can't do it, then ........ leave everything to the providence in the dark.

As a wisp of sword silk broke through the air, the demonic aura that shrouded the entire city was swept away. The countless stars twinkling in the starry sky without industrial pollution made Xu Mingtao and others who were lying in their respective rooms in the hotel apartment feel much better even in their dreams.

The breeze blew, and the curtain that covered the window fluttered gently. Something tangible and intangible, something intangible, came to this hotel by the sea under the cover of night.

Zhang Xuan stood blankly on a bridge that lay across the void without ending or end. There is no end in sight in front of this bridge, and there is no end in sight behind it. On the edge is an endless void, dotted with white clouds. Other than that, there is nothing else.

What's going on, where am I?

There was no panic or fear in her heart, and she was not worried about any dangerous situation. This strange place gave her a sense of familiarity, as if she had been there a long time ago. When did you come here? She picked a random direction and walked forward.

There was nothing along the way, and the monotonous, boring itinerary did not cause her discomfort. She wasn't hungry, she wasn't tired, she didn't think anything in her head, she just kept going.

I don't know how far I've traveled or how long time has passed. Just as she began to feel that she had been born to walk on this infinitely long bridge, a bronze gate appeared in the air on the other side of the bridge in front of her.

Is that .......... gate?

And what is a door?

After an unknown amount of time, she finally reached the door. The bronze door was carved with intricate patterns, and she naturally stepped forward and put her hand on the door.

Then, forcefully.

The bronze door was pushed open with ease, and a soft glow shot out from behind the door and onto her. She felt a shock all over her body, something entered her body, and slowly swam through her, making her feel as if she were on the lawn on an autumn afternoon.

The warmth faded, and she was slightly sober. In a trance, a man with delicate eyebrows lowered his head and smiled. At that moment, the world seemed to freeze. An inaudible voice sounded in her heart, "Thank you......"

Thanks a lot? Thanks for what?

“……… Naturally, I love ........ miss ................. miss........................ Leave it to ................. reincarnation ...................'

The voice in my heart gradually faded, but like the embers after burning, there was always something left behind, which ....... couldn't be ignored.

Then she woke up. Her picturesque eyebrows peeked out from under the brocade quilt, and a little red appeared on her forehead at some point, even in the darkness where her fingers were missing, she exuded a strange brilliance.

(After this volume, welcome to continue reading the next volume of "Musou Three Kingdoms" PS: or something else.) If I didn't get sick, I would write it every day. )