"What now?" asked Aresta.

"You...... Didn't study his thoughts?"

Bai He glanced at the upside-down hanging man a little speechlessly.

"Forgotten. Aresta smiled wryly and shook her head, "Like all the magic theories I've ever learned. ”

"And what did you rely on to get around with the church until now?"

"Strength has become an instinct for me, and besides, my plans wouldn't have gone so fast without you. Aresta glanced at Shirakawa meaningfully, and Shirakawa realized that it was a stupid question, and even without him, the Hanged Man would have achieved his goal in the future, and he would have become a winner in life by playing a group of scientific maniacs and the Magic Society and the Church.

His appearance seems to have only changed the small direction of history, and has no impact on the overall situation.

"Since he has expressed moral inclinations, why not obey him?" Bai Hadao: "Isn't it over kneeling and praying?"

"Pray?" said Aresta with a strange expression.

"Yes, face what you have done in the past, examine your mistakes to God who is omnipotent, and sincerely repent and vow not to do evil again in the future. ”

Bai He shrugged, "This is the standard pattern of prayer." Forget that you're a satanic beast with a reputation for deviantism, and it seems like you're not going to do that. ”

"I do. Aresta Crowley suddenly became serious.

"Huh?" this answer was far beyond Bai He's expectations.

"This will be the last confession in my life, to the true all-knowing and all-powerful God of my past mistakes. ”

"Then you can do whatever you want?"

"I don't know. Aresta shook her head: "But from now on, no one, no thought, no force will be able to stop me, and I will continue to carry out my plans and beliefs until I succeed or perish." ”

"Haven't you already made up your mind?" Shirakawa smoked his pipe, "Do you still need to look for him?"

"I still need an answer. Aresta took a breath.

He knelt on the ground and confessed attentively, looking quite similar, Bai He yawned and lit a cigarette, feeling his sleepy mind slowly sober up, the fireflies flew to him, all of them were dazed by his big smoke, it seems that Aresta has not done much bad things - maybe you can think about it from another aspect: for people with this kind of big boss mentality, killing 10,000 people and the like is not a matter at all, on the contrary, it will be tangled in some things that Bai He seems to be quite dog-skinned.

In this way, it can be seen that this Dr. Crowley is a relatively well-thought-out person, and probably does not have much to worry about except for his own pursuits.

Shirakawa laughed heartlessly.

"Mr. Bai, you don't need to repent?" asked Aresta.

"I confess a XX!"

Bai He suddenly pointed to the sky, raised his head and scolded: "Lao Tzu is living a good life and was dragged in by an inexplicable stupid hanger to play this bullshit thing, and he will be teased by you!"

A phantom that has disappeared for centuries, sucking away in this hellish place where birds don't. Times have changed, and you're an outdated antique! Look what the hell the outside world is like now? No one believes in you, no one listens to you, no one learns your way, your homeland is spreading terror and riots throughout Europe, your theoretical system is vulnerable to modern philosophy of science, and even all your students and juniors are criticizing you as the first step in getting started, the church and science are using your name as a sign to lose when they run out, the faith in God is finished, and you haven't seen enough of the shit of capitalist society? The world is making great strides in the opposite direction of what you expect, don't you feel that you have nothing to love? What kind of morality are you still talking about here?"

Bang!

Aresta was stunned as Bai He scolded the streets, and then saw thunder in the sky, and countless lightning bolts fell from the sky.

The scene changes again, the vibrant starry sky and grass crumble into pieces, and a path that is neither wide nor narrow appears in the void.

"You see, pretending to be more than a lot of times is to find scolding. Shirakawa said to Aresta.

Aresta nodded wordlessly.

At the end of the road there are ten small gates, and the Arabic numerals from zero to nine are written above the gates in turn, but there is a symbol in the sky.

"It's ...... A continuous cross structure?" Shirakawa frowned.

"Eternity, this symbol represents eternity. Aresta said, "This is the eternal cross of scholasticism." ”

Bai He looked at the ten doors under the symbol: "Then what is this?

"I guess I want to see what we think of the term. Aresta thought for a moment, opened the door marked '0' and walked inside.

"Well, that's a pretty good answer for his style. ”

As Aresta walked through the door, the door gradually disappeared, and Shirakawa looked at the remaining nine doors, shrugged his shoulders and pulled one open and stepped in.

Behind the door, the world returned to normal, but this normality was obviously also relatively normal, the sky was dim without any color, but on the contrary, everything was clear in the field of vision, as if the concepts of light and darkness were confused.

Shirakawa knew that this was another epistemological illusion, but by this time he had calmed down, and the road was copied from Königsberg, which he had just walked through, and he walked to the door of the villa at the end of the road and knocked on it, and the door opened, and his senses returned to normal.

The flames in the fireplace beep and spark, and the fresh incense spreads through the air.

Aresta stood in the middle of the hall, her eyes closed in a cold sweat, her body trembling constantly, as if she was struggling with her thoughts.

The old man, who was less than 1.6 meters tall, sat behind a heavy black table, and a few candles mixed with spices lit the table, Bai He walked over, sat down on the chair opposite, grabbed one of the stacks of manuscripts and turned it over.

On the Limits of Kant's Thinking

Bai He looked at the title, flipped through several manuscripts in a row, the titles were roughly the same, he raised his head and saw that the little old man was looking at himself seriously, when Bai He raised his eyes, the old man smiled, and showed Bai He the title page of the manuscript he was reading:

On the Contradiction of Practical Reason

Bai He flipped through the stack of manuscripts and checked the past one by one. All of them are unknown.

Bai He looked at the manuscript next to the large table, which was several people tall, scratched his head, stared at the old man very seriously, and asked in German, "Is it special pleasure to look at the slanderous remarks?"

"It's homework. The old man lifted the glasses on the bridge of his nose, his face was wrinkled, he looked surprisingly thin, and his voice was slightly hoarse, but soft and pleasant, as if whispering comfort in his ear: "Wisdom of homework." ”

"Homework is to criticize you?" Shirakawa rolled his eyes.

"The first thing the juniors who are interested in the academic of thinking do is criticize me, and I don't know when that started. The old man laughed: "But it is true that infinite sparkles are born in this way. I'm glad that they have been able to progress from this kind of work and have a unique perspective on the world. ”

"But IMHO, ninety-nine percent of these words are worthless dross, and your doctrine ......" Bai Dao Dao: "Although most of their criticisms are worthless, they ......"

"It's wrong from the basics, isn't it?" the old man smiled indifferently, "Psychology, evolution, physiology, linguistics, all right...... My theory didn't stand up to the validation of scientific developments, but so what?"

"Yes, so what?" Bai He smiled bitterly: "In the future, people who study philosophy will criticize your theory on various bases of modern scientific philosophy theory, but they can criticize it, but it is impossible to bypass it, this is the power of your theory." ”

The old man laughed, "Look, isn't that a good thing?"

Bai He looked at this old man who should not have lived to this time, and couldn't help but think of the powerful combat power that this old man showed when he wrote an article to angrily spray Fichte 'before he died'.

After being constantly criticized, slandered, and even refuted by scientific developments, he seems to have completely changed his role in consciousness, from the pioneer of thought to the whetstone of future generations.

"Actually, in the first period of time when I became like this, I was tempted to reason with them when I saw that my theories were constantly being slandered, but as you can see, the laws of this world do not allow the dead to interfere with the world of the living. The old man rubbed his temples as he spoke: "But there are also people who come to me with questions, and I can't turn away these confused people who are wise enough." ”

Bai He shrugged his shoulders slightly, he looked at the old man and the surrounding environment, it was not difficult to see that the existence of this old man and this space was the result of supernatural forces.

"I'm curious, I don't know why I'm still 'in existence' after I die, and it stands to reason that a lot of people want me to disappear completely. ”

"It's an angel. Shirakawa discerned it and said affirmatively, "Your theoretical results have had too much of an impact in the real world, and they have become magical, and this 'mechanism' has elevated you to non-human." ”

"yes. The old man smiled, making Bai He a little uneasy: "Since it is the will of the world, I, an old antique, have to survive until today, and I am forced to see some facts that I don't want to see." Natasha: Bring some tea and snacks. ”

A middle-aged woman dressed in a housekeeper's uniform walked into the hall with a tea tray with a straight face, and she looked at the thoughtful Aresta and the casual Baihe, her expression became a little displeased.

"Sorry, she's always been like this, thanks all these years. The old man took a sip of tea: "She doesn't like people coming to me with questions, because most of the time my answers cause some trouble." ”

"What did he ask?" Shirakawa glanced at Aresta with his eyes closed and his head covered in cold sweat.

"He asked me two questions. The old man sighed, "He asked if God existed." ”

"The answer?"

I said, if he was looking for those mythical gods of power and power, there was no doubt that such a god existed, and if he was looking for an all-knowing, all-powerful, omnipresent God, I was not sure that he existed. The old man's eyes were raised, revealing a sparkle of wisdom: "As I have proven in the past, philosophy cannot prove his existence, nor can it prove that he does not exist. I still believe in that. ”

He must have been disappointed with this answer. ”

His second question was what method he would use if he had to look for God. Kant smiled: "I told him to do what he wanted, and he might not find the final result, but he would definitely be able to get an answer." ”

"Are you sure that's the right answer?" Shirakawa frowned.

For him, that was the most appropriate answer. Kant put down his teaglass: "Most of the visitors who come to me are not really looking for a solution to a problem, but just an answer, and they already have their own plans. ”

"His plan ...... It seems to be in conflict with your moral concept. Bai Hadao: "Aren't you afraid of causing disaster?"

"Philosophy and morality cannot stop a persistent and determined mind from going its own way. You're a much bigger problem than this kid, aren't you?"

He stared at Bai He, and his wrinkled eyes under his white eyebrows seemed to suddenly light up.