If I hadn't disappeared in plain sight, who would have remembered me?

I remember that the hero of "The X-Files" said to the heroine: "The so-called human society is a very fragile structure. Although once people are gathered, they must build a system, but they are destined to disappear easily by a little pressure. Human dependence. That's the great bubble that is too big and fragile...... No one is indispensable...... That's the nature of society. ”

Only then does it make sense. The only reason why everyone is noticed is because of her social identity. It was her position that kept her from being completely immersed in a hermit-like world. Subordinates pay attention to a person because they have to, it's part of their job, because that person is their boss. And the superiors pay attention to one person because the superiors must be responsible for each department as a whole, and they must be clear about the behavior of everyone, especially the subordinates.

No one but them noticed the existence of a single person.

Maybe that's why I don't like to socialize. I saw in the people in the student council what they had but what they didn't want to see. The problem is that they don't know that they are tied down and positioned. Under the cover of their duties, they may not even be aware of the fact that no one outside the collective will pay the slightest attention to them.

A thought crossed my mind: even if I killed them, no one would notice.

But I immediately dismissed this thought, and tried to pretend that I hadn't thought about it at all. But it was no longer possible, the idea had taken root in my mind, and even if I tried to interfere with something else, I couldn't drive it away. I don't know to whom I'm trying to deny my ideas, perhaps to the moral law in my own heart. Maybe it's the starry sky overhead, and imagine that they or she are listening to my ramblings and controlling me morally. Although this may not be just a whimsy. I tried not to think about it, but I ended up thinking more and more. I began to realize that while I thought it was a bit scary and hateful, I did want to.

The reason why there is no quarrel with the world is only because I know that I can't fight...... However, I might be able to kill someone without anyone noticing.

I think of the man who committed the bloody crime and got away with it.

I can indeed kill someone without anyone noticing.

I'm not a killer, I don't have a gun. Killing people is contrary to my education and my beliefs.

But the idea of killing someone keeps me hooked. Of course, I would never do that, it was just a fantasy, a pipe dream—no, it wasn't a dream.

I'm determined to kill them.

I began to think about it rationally. Is someone really a person who is tied down and positioned, or is it a boring guy who doesn't fit in very well? Will I be able to make sure I'm safe after I kill them?

It doesn't really matter whether they are tied down and positioned. I myself am already a person who is bound and positioned. Even if people notice that they are dead, they will not think that it was the inconspicuous me who did it. I could do it in their student council office, and when the student council officials left, I was the only one left in the lounge. Kill them, then walk out of the hall covered in blood, take the elevator downstairs, and walk through the porch, and no one will notice me.

It was as if I was standing in the middle of the student union room, surrounded only by the humming computer and printer. Things are moving too fast. I'm not usually like that. Never have I ever had a criminal record. I've never killed anyone, and I shouldn't even think about killing someone.

But I did want to kill.

And as I stood there, I knew I was determined to do it.

I gasped for breath, this is 'with a sharp weapon, kill yourself'. Humans suddenly gain power and then metamorphize, which often goes hand in hand with 'transhumanization'. The inheritance of 'Yu Xian' is just one example. Although it is not known how long it has been a human being, the 'immortals' have been absorbed by the 'real world' and become an encounter that can only be perceived by the inspirational...... 'immortals' have become beings who will slowly 'introduce' humans of common origin into the blessed land. Then the 'immortals' appeared. Because of the legend of 'meeting immortals', I came to the people who could recognize 'immortals'. Of course, the actor will change, but subtly different.

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For example, the famous Zhang Tianshi heard that the people of Sichuan are simple in nature, easy to receive education, and there are many famous mountains in Sichuan, so he took his disciples to Dazu County, Sichuan, entered Huming Mountain, and wrote 24 articles on Taoism, all of which were his experience of thinking hard about the true meaning of cultivation. So one day, suddenly there were gods descending from the sky, and they were in the thousands, or riding horses in chariots, or riding dragons and tigers, and they couldn't be counted. Some of the immortals claim to be the history of the pillar, and some claim to be children from the East China Sea. The immortals taught Taishang Laojun's new "Zhengyi Mingwei Secret" and "Zhengyi French" to Zhang Daoling. Zhang Daoling got the immortal prescription for healing from these two scriptures, so the people gathered around him to beg him to heal, worship him as a teacher, and have tens of thousands of disciples. Even Zhang Daoling set up an official position of "sacrificial sprinkling" among his disciples to manage his disciples, like the governor of the government. True Xueba does not explain.

There are those who make friends with local tyrants. For example, in the middle and last years of the Tang Dynasty, there was a classmate Li who was going to Xi'an to take the imperial examination of the Ming Jing subject, and on the way he met a Taoist priest who traveled with him and stayed together, and got along for many days, and the two talked very speculatively. When entering the customs and parting, because when talking about alchemy, the Taoist priest said: "Alchemy is a very simple technique in the eyes of the gods; But most of the people in the world are greedy and use it to satisfy their excessive desires; Therefore, those who have attained immortal enlightenment will keep this a secret strictly. In fact, the highest Taoist technique is not cumbersome, and the magic formula of the gods is the simplest, and people today either think that the medicine used in alchemy is very valuable, or how difficult the alchemy technique is, it is not right. I see that your temperament is quiet and unwanted, as if you are a person who can be taught, and now I will teach you the method, and talk about this way to relieve the poor and despair. If you can't enjoy the official Lu in time, you won't be cold and hungry if you rely on this side. If you can get the official position and profit, then don't use this method anymore, and then use it is greed, which is not allowed by the way of immortals. The Taoist priest will mark the secret recipe in his hand one by one to teach him, and then say goodbye. There are only a few ordinary herbs in the prescription. Whenever he fell into despair and despair, Li prepared according to this recipe, and there was no time when he was unsuccessful. Later, he passed the exam, and successively served as a state and county official, and Li often used this method, but he gained little. When he made the Nanchang County Order, he used this method again, and it would be fruitless. I don't know if it's mapping power and money trading.

There are also further graces and powers, such as Du Zichun, a Taiqing person, who is known as being enlightened by Laojun, undergoing magic tests, and being reincarnated in death, as if he was a spirit. But because of a little love, he almost sank and lost his relationship with the fairy road. Du Zichun was a person from the Northern and Southern Dynasties, the Northern Zhou and Sui Dynasties. When he was a teenager, he was uninhibited, he had no heart to accumulate family business, he was very ambitious, he looked at everything very lightly, and he drank and traveled every day. After spending all his possessions, he went to his relatives and friends, but the relatives and friends thought that he was not a serious person and refused to take him in. It was winter, his clothes were tattered and he had no food in his stomach, wandering on foot on Chang'an Avenue, it was almost dark, he had not eaten, and he was wandering and did not know where to go. He walked from East Street to West Street, hungry and cold, lonely and helpless, and couldn't help but look up to the sky and sigh. At this time, an old man came to him on crutches and asked him why he sighed, Du Zichun said his situation and mood, resenting his relatives and friends for being so ruthless and unrighteous to him, the more he said, the more indignant he became, and he was very excited.

The old man asked him, "How much money do you need to spend it?" Du Zichun said: "If I have 350,000 yuan, I can make a living." The old man said, "Not enough, say more!" "One hundred thousand." The old man said, "It's not enough! Du Zichun said: "Then, one million is enough." "The old man still can't say enough. Du Zichun said: "That's three million." The old man said, "That's pretty much it." The old man took out a string of money from his sleeve and said, "I'll give you this tonight, and I'll wait for you at noon tomorrow at the Persian Mansion on West Street, and you'll not be too late." At noon the next day, Du Zichun went as scheduled, and the old man really gave him three million money, and left without leaving his name. Du Zichun had so much money, so he rippled again, and he thought that he would not be poor in his life if he had so much money. Since then, he has been wearing a light fur on a fat horse, drinking with his friends every day, calling a band to play music for him, fooling around in Flower Street and Willow Lane, and never caring about his future livelihood. After only one or two years, he squandered all the money given to him by the old man, so he had to wear very cheap clothes, and replaced his horse with a donkey, and then the donkey had no choice but to walk, and in a blink of an eye, he became a poor bastard like he had when he first arrived in Chang'an.

Du Zichun, who was poor and didn't bully the young man, knew that he was at the end of his rope, and he was helpless, so he looked up to the sky and sighed. Like a template, at this time, he saw the old man again where he met the old man on Chang'an Street, and because he was too ashamed, he covered his face with his hand and avoided the old man. But the old man grabbed him by his clothes and said, "Where can you hide?" It's the dumbest way to do it. Then he gave him 30,000,000 and said, "If you don't reform this time, you will be poor forever." Du Zichun thought to himself, he squandered it, and finally got a penny on his body, some of his relatives and friends were rich people, but no one paid attention to me, but this old man gave me a huge amount of money three times, what should I do to be worthy of him? Thinking of this, he said to the old man, "I have received these three lessons from you, and I should be able to stand on my own feet in the world." Not only will I be self-reliant in the future, but I will also give to orphans and widows all over the world in order to restore my lost reputation and education. "I am deeply grateful to your old man for his kindness to me, even if I will do a career in the future, it is entirely because of your teaching and support for me." The old man said, "This is exactly what I expect from you!" After you have achieved something, you will wait for me under the two cypress trees in front of the Laojun Temple on the 15th day of July next year. ”

At that time, most of the orphans and widows were displaced in Huainan, so he came to Yangzhou, bought 100 hectares of fertile land, built a mansion in the city, built more than 100 houses at important intersections, and called orphans and widows to live in various mansions. For the relatives in his own family, regardless of whether they are close or distant, they have repaid those who have been kind to him in the past, and those who have revenge have also taken revenge. After completing his wish, Du Zichun came to the Laojun Temple as scheduled, there is a Xuanyuan Temple in the north of Luoyang, the eastern capital, and there is a Laojun Temple in the south. On March 3, many people go to the Laojun Temple to look down on the scene of people in Luoyang City. More than 200 steps northeast of the temple, there are three or four large mounds, which were called the tombs of the Later Han Dynasty at that time. Therefore, Zhang Mengyang's poem "Seven Sorrows" said: "Gongwen looks at each other from afar, and the original tomb is gloomy. "The original mausoleum is the Guangwu Mausoleum. There is a mausoleum with a few dead cypress trees growing on it, and there is a stone underneath it, which can accommodate dozens of people to sit there. There sat an old man whistling and singing under the cypress tree.

This old man's demeanor and appearance are not quite the same as ordinary old men. His eyebrows and sideburns were white, and he wore trousers made of the most fashionable fabrics of the time, and he wore a black veil on his head, and looked south with his knees crossed. He chanted: "Noda Thorn Spring, Boudoir Kira Xin." Haunt the first day, life and death in front of you. If you want to know where my home is, the pine and cypress in the north are neighbors. Du saw another nobleman. This nobleman's car was golden and shining, and there were dozens of maidservants in front and behind, their sleeves were linked and laughing and walked out of the Hui'an Gate. Noble relatives came to the Yulin store. Look at the north and south of the middle bridge. Weeping poplars flutter in the sky, flowers bloom in the upper garden, and on the beautiful path in the Forbidden Palace, the cars are messing with fragrant dust. Student Du was sighing and resting, walking alone, and was already surprised that the old man who was chanting poetry in front of him was not very human. At this time, it was almost dark, and when I looked at the old man again, he was no longer wearing mortal clothes, but an immortal master wearing a zodiac robe and a zodiac crown. The immortal master took three white stone pills and a glass of wine and gave them to Du Zichun, telling him to eat them quickly. The immortal master took another tiger skin and spread it under the west wall of the inner room, sat down facing east, and warned Du Zichun: "You must not make a sound. The great gods, evil spirits, yakshas, hells, and beasts that appear here; and your relatives being tied up and tortured, none of this is true. No matter what tragic situation you see, don't move, don't speak, don't be afraid, then it will never hurt you, and you must think of my instructions! ”

After the immortal master went, Du Zichun looked into the courtyard, and there was a large urn filled with water in the courtyard, but he didn't see anything else. As soon as the Taoist priest left, Du Zichun heard the shouts of people outside shaking the heavens and the earth, and saw that the mountains and valleys were full of soldiers, flags fluttering, spears flashing, and thousands of horsemen flocked. There was a man who called himself a great general, more than a foot tall, and he himself and his horse were clothed in golden armor and shining brightly. There were hundreds of the general's guards, all holding swords and bows, until they came to the front of the house, and loudly reprimanded Du Zichun and said, "Who are you? Why didn't the general avoid it when he arrived! Some guards also forced Du Zichun with swords to ask him his name and what he was doing, but he didn't say a word. Seeing that he was silent, the guards were furious and shouted "Kill him!" one after another. "Shoot him!" Du Zichun was still silent, and the general had no choice but to leave with the team angrily. After a while, groups of fierce tigers, poisonous dragons, lions, pit vipers and poisonous scorpions came, scrambling to pounce on Du Zichun to tear him apart and devour him, some were still jumping around above his head with teeth and claws, Du Zichun was still silent, and after a while, these poisonous snakes and beasts also dispersed. At this time, there was a sudden heavy rain and thunder and lightning, the sky was dark, and he couldn't see his five fingers, and after a while, a big fire wheel was burning and rolling left and right on him, and the light shone in front of and behind him, so bright that he couldn't open his eyes. In a moment, the water in the courtyard was more than a foot deep, and the thunder in the air rumbled and the lightning flashed, as if the mountain peak collapsed and the river flowed backwards, and its momentum was unstoppable. In the blink of an eye, the rolling waves rushed to Du Zichun's seat, but he was still sitting upright without even blinking his eyelids. Then the general came again, leading a group of bull-headed horses and hideous ghosts in hell, and placed a cauldron full of boiling water in front of Du Zichun, and the ghosts held it

At this time, the ghosts grabbed his wife and tied her to the bottom of the steps, pointed to his wife and said to Du Zichun, "Say your name and let her go." Du Zichun was still silent. So the goblins whipped his wife, slashed her with knives, shot her with arrows, burned and boiled at one time, and tormented her in all sorts of ways. His wife was so miserable that she cried to Du Zichun: "Although I am ugly and stupid, I am not worthy of you, but I have been your wife for more than ten years after all." Now that I'm being tortured like this by a ghost, I can't stand it! I don't dare expect you to kneel down and plead with them, I just hope that if you say a word, I will live. If anyone can be ruthless, husband, will you bear to keep silent and let me continue to be tortured? His wife cried and shouted and cursed, but Du Zichun always ignored him. The general also said: "If you don't speak, I have more vicious means to deal with your wife!" So saying, he commanded the file to be brought in, and began to file his wife inch by inch from the foot. His wife's crying became higher and higher, but Du Zichun still didn't even look at it.

The general said, "This guy has witchcraft, and he can't be allowed to stay in the world for long!" So he ordered left and right, beheaded Du Zichun, and then took his soul to the king of Hades. As soon as the king of Hades saw Du Zichun, he said, "Isn't this the murderous demon who seeks the truth?" Send him to hell for me! So Du Zichun endured all the hellish tortures of going down to the oil pot, into the stone mill, into the fire pit, and on the knife mountain. However, because he remembered the immortal master's advice in his heart, he gritted his teeth and survived, and he didn't even scream. Later, the ghost pawns of hell reported to Hades that all the punishments had been used up for Du Zichun. Hades said: "This guy is insidious and vicious, he shouldn't be allowed to be a man, let him be a woman in the next life!" ”

So let Du Zichun be reincarnated in the county of Songzhou's single father county, King Cheng's family. Du Zichun was reincarnated as a woman, she was born sick, she never stopped taking needles and medicine for a day, and fell into the fire and fell under the bed, suffering countless times, but Du Zichun never said anything. In the blink of an eye, Du Zichun grew into a woman with a peerless appearance, but she just didn't speak, and the whole family persuaded by the county king thought she was a dumb girl. Some people tease and insult her in every way, but Du Zichun always keeps silent. There is a person named Lu Sheng who passed the Jinshi examination in the same township of the county Cheng, and when he heard that the daughter of the county was very beautiful, he admired it very much, so he begged the matchmaker to go to the county Cheng's house to ask for the matchmaker. The county Cheng family excused himself as a mute girl and dismissed the matchmaker. Lu Sheng said: "As long as the wife is virtuous, what does it matter if she can't speak? Just to set an example for those long-tongued women. The county agreed to the marriage. Lu Sheng performed the six rites in accordance with the rules and married Du Zichun. After a few years, the relationship between the two was very good, and a boy was born, and the boy was already two years old and very smart. Lu Sheng hugged the child and talked to her, she didn't say anything, and tried her best to tease her and didn't speak. Lu Sheng was furious and said: "In ancient times, Dr. Jia's wife looked down on him and never smiled, but later his wife saw Dr. Jia shoot a pheasant, so she has no regrets about him. Although my status is not as good as that of Dr. Jia, my talent is not a hundred times stronger than that of being able to shoot pheasants? But you don't bother to talk to me! The big husband is looked down upon by his wife and what else does he want her son to do! So saying, he grabbed the boy's legs and threw them, and the child's head fell on the stone, and suddenly his brain burst and blood splattered several paces away.

Du Zichun loved his son, and forgot the instructions of the immortal master for a while, and shouted unconsciously: "Ah! Before the sound of ......" fell, he found himself sitting in the Laojun Temple again, and his immortal master was also in front of him. It was dawn, and suddenly purple flames rushed up the beams of the house, and in the blink of an eye, the fire was raging, and the house was burned down. The immortal master said, "You poor sour boy, you can make me miserable!" He took Du Zichun's hair and threw it into the water urn, and the fire was extinguished immediately. The immortal master said: "In your heart, joy, anger, sorrow, fear, evil, and desire have all been forgotten, and only love has not forgotten you." If you don't make a sound when Lu Sheng throws your child, my elixir can be refined, and you will be able to become an immortal. It's a sigh, immortals are so rare! My elixir can be refined again, but you still have to go back to the human world, and continue to cultivate diligently in the future! After saying that, he showed him the way into the distance and asked him to go back. Before leaving, he climbed the foundation of the burned house, and saw that the alchemy furnace was broken, and there was an iron pillar in it, as thick as an arm, several feet long, and the immortal master was taking off his clothes and sharpening the iron pillar with a knife. After Du Zichun returned home, he regretted very much that he had forgotten the oath he had made to the immortal master, and wanted to go back and find the immortal master to work for him to compensate for his mistakes. He came to Laojun Temple and found nothing, so he had to come back with regret and remorse. The template of later generations is much the same compared to it.

The practice of Buddhism is more close to the people, there is the so-called Dharma body saying, Buddhism takes the fire coral made by the sea of incense, does not hold the Bodhicitta view of the Ming King, and ignites the statue of the incarnation of the Ming King. Holding this deity image, you can enter the wisdom and fire samadhi meditation realm, and will not be disturbed by the demons in your heart, and with this deity statue to end the altar, you can set up the 12 fire deity mandalas to exorcise demons, and will not be harmed by external demons. To put it simply, it is a RMB player.

It is not only the country that has the legend of meeting immortals and immortal fate, and this kind of story can be found all over the world. There are also many fairy tales in Europe where goblins take away children, and in turn you can find stories of humans taking goblin children, invisible "goblin markets", and the circle formed by goblins when dancing, which will disappear once you enter. The weirdness that makes humans superhuman is real all over the world.

Say a thousand ways and ten thousand, so how did I end up in the mirror world, and how should I get out? In order to give a plausible explanation to these doubts, I pondered, made bold assumptions, and carefully verified, and at last, with my incomparable ability to imagine and associate, I came up with the following hypothesis:

One. The reaction of the broken mirror in the previous ancient books was placed by dead things, and their abilities have been fixed, so they can only hold those huge spirits and cannot absorb them, and the cultivators will not casually release their own Yin God Light Human Energy when holding the mirror, except for me, who is not afraid of death, of course, even if there was before, it may have been finished, and some small spirits were sucked into the mirror world and then repeatedly emitted by the illusion must have been transformed into natural energy, so no spiritual power of living or dead souls was found in the broken mirror in later generations, spirits. And if the cultivator does not deliberately emit the energy, it may not be absorbed by the magnetic field reaction.

Two. So why can I absorb these consciousness energies and even attract huge groups of spirits? That's because my photosphere, the magnetic field reacts faster to a certain extent, which makes its suction increase a lot, and I think as the energy of my photosphere increases, the suction will increase even more.

Three. The reason why I absorbed these consciousness energies just now is because it is late at night, and everyone is in a deep sleep, which may cause part of the consciousness to be emitted outside the body, which can also be used to explain why the ancients met immortals in their sleep.

Another hypothesis is involved, that is, ancient jade is used to charge energy, or can also dissipate energy, which is different from the stored energy of jade. If my assumptions and those rumors of encountering immortals are true, then people who have encountered supernatural events in the Forbidden City may inadvertently use special spiritual power to stimulate ancient jade and other minerals, collect the corresponding magnetic field power information from nature and transform it into special images, then they can reproduce the activities of the characters thousands of years ago, and if they are conscious, they can also go back in time. This is a bit similar to a time machine, but a time machine needs a machine, and the ability to perceive and judge the surrounding environment will be significantly improved. It seems that even this aspect reflects the typical difference between East and West: Oriental Chinese like to rely on inner cultivation to achieve their goals, and Westerners like to use instruments to assist themselves to achieve their goals.

If you have the opportunity to find natural high-quality ancient jade to try it, although I am shy in my pocket, if I can, I will visit the Forbidden City by myself to see if it is useful. Far from it, the number one priority now is to get out! The subconscious before I came in is not now, and it is impossible to get out with the means of coming in. There is no relevant information in the memory of ancient books. Thinking back to the situation when I was about to come in, I first rejected my own magnetic field energy, and then changed the energy fluctuation to resemble an energy body. By the way, if I simulate the fluctuations of the magnetic field energy outside, I should be squeezed out, right? Thinking of this, I had no other choice but to simulate the fluctuations of the external magnetic field energy of my memory, and now I don't dare to simulate other energies or return to my own energy fluctuations. Sure enough, before I could fully simulate the energy of the outside world, I felt a push pushing me out, and I saw ...... Light!

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