"Remember our first correspondence?"

Facing Jiang Xinghuo's question, Dao Yan nodded.

"At the end of that letter, I wrote a sentence, but in fact, there is a real 'Tao' hidden in that sentence." Jiang Xinghuo said slowly.

Dao Yan thought for a moment and said, "Our eyes are our prisons, and everywhere we look is the wall. ”

"Yes."

Jiang Xinghuo knew very well that the next content would be slightly obscure, but Dao Yan was able to keep up with his train of thought, and it was not difficult to understand it.

After all, Jiang Xinghuo, as a traverser, didn't know if there was really any tangible or invisible "Heavenly Dao" staring at him, so some words could only be compared and not spoken.

"This meditation room of ours, now I will name it 'Hell'."

Although he didn't quite understand what 'Hell' meant for the time being, Dao Yan knew very well that this must be an important philosophical concept, so he silently remembered it in his heart and nodded.

"And the world outside our meditation room, I named it 'Prison of Freedom'."

"Of course." Jiang Xinghuo pointed to his eyes and said: "In fact, in this world, there is no certain prison and free prison, all this is just my gaze, the prison that I am limited to. ”

Dao Yan inexplicably thought of what Jiang Xinghuo had said before, a word that touched him deeply.

-- Limitations of the times.

Therefore, without Jiang Xinghuo's explanation, Dao Yan suddenly understood that the Prison of Certainty and the Prison of Freedom represented two different periods.

The prison of certainty is the next period, and the prison of freedom is the next period.

"And the process of us going from the meditation room of the Prison of Certainty, pushing open the door, and going to the Prison of Freedom outside, is actually the process of dissolving your heart disease." Jiang Xinghuo continued.

Hearing this, a hint of realization flashed in Dao Yan's eyes.

Looking up again, he seemed to see an evil dragon hovering over the pillars of the meditation room, waving its teeth and claws at him.

However, compared to the powerful existence in the dream realm, the evil dragon at this time seemed to be bluffing, as if it was drawn on a blank piece of paper, and it would shatter when it was poked.

And an incomparably powerful dragon slaying knife is taking shape in Jiang Xinghuo's hand.

All you need to do is take the knife, kill the evil dragon, get out of the prison of certainty, and come to the prison of freedom, and you can get free.

"Who are we in the Prison of Certainty?" Jiang Xinghuo suddenly asked.

"Prisoner."

Dao Yan gave a sharp answer.

It is both a superficial and a superficial meaning.

Dao Yan looked at the evil dragon that did not exist in the meditation room, in the prison of certainty, everyone was both a prisoner of the prison and a prisoner of the evil dragon, and the back of everyone's spine was connected to the hose projected by the evil dragon, and the silver coin of Ba Si Pa Wen drove everyone's actions.

But Jiang Xinghuo's answer was a little beyond Dao Yan's expectations.

"No, we are the masters of the universe."

This answer, which is full of Lu Jiuyuan's mental color in the Southern Song Dynasty, is obviously not synchronized with Jiang Xinghuo's consistent thinking before.

Dao Yan frowned and asked, "My heart is the universe, and the universe is my heart?" But in that case, I am already the Lord of the Universe, so why am I trapped in the Prison of Certainty? ”

"I'm at ease."

Jiang Xinghuo blinked: "But every table, every chair, every wall and every wall in the Prison of Certainty is a constraint on freedom. ”

"But."

Dao Yan hesitated a little: "Relying on the prisoner's own strength alone, even if he thinks he is the master of the universe, he still can't change the fact that he is bare-handed, and the current situation of being imprisoned, without a weapon, if he wants to break the shackles of the Prison of Certainty, isn't it wishful thinking?" ”

"Weapon, I've given it to you."

Jiang Xinghuo said lightly.

When Dao Yan heard this, he fell into deep thought.

Weapons, when will they be given to me? Where the hell is it?

Dao Yan still couldn't understand where Jiang Xinghuo put this weapon to break the prison of certainty and go to the prison of freedom.

Jiang Xinghuo saw that he still didn't understand, and he also understood that for the old monk, even if he was a "supremely smart" wise man in the physical sense, he still had his own thinking ceiling.

Therefore, Jiang Xinghuo simply broke the ceiling of this thinking level.

"You and I are both the masters of the universe, a table and a chair, a wall and a wall, are all constraints on freedom, but on the other hand, aren't these weapons to break the shackles?"

"The prison of certainty is not a real prison, but a real prison is your gaze, vision, and thinking."

"Don't passively accept the objective conditions that the Hells of Certainty has given you, but learn to use the subjective conditions, to use the objective conditions, to use the tables and chairs in the Hells of Necessity to break the walls of the Hell, and even to use the walls of the Hells of Necessity to open the way to the Hells of Freedom."

"No one has a rule, you can only go through the front door and the window, and smash the wall, the same road."

Dao Yan fell into a long "long test".

It took him a long time to break the somewhat suffocating dullness.

But when he spoke, Dao Yan was obviously wrapped in the quilt, but he shivered for no reason.

"Is there really a prison of freedom in this world? Or is the prison of freedom the same thing as the prison of certainty? ”

Jiang Xinghuo swallowed, he really didn't expect that Dao Yan's comprehension could be so high.

He replied firmly, "It's the same thing, and it's not the same thing." ”

"The hell of certainty is the prison of freedom that has not yet been recognized."

Dao Yan's eyes at this time became clear: "So, in fact, there is only one prison in this world, and this prison is both a prison of certainty and a prison of freedom. ”

"The reason why there are two names is just the relationship between one place and the other place from the long river of time."

Jiang Xinghuo nodded, pointed to the "Guanzi Bodhisattva Ruyi Wheel Dharani Sutra" written by Su Shi for Guangjiao Temple on the wall of the meditation room, and said.

"Hundreds of years ago, Su Shi came here, and you and I came here hundreds of years later, in the same place, but it is not the same place, this is the truth."

Dao Yan has thoroughly understood the inner connection between the Prison of Necessity and the Prison of Freedom.

This is a place, which has different names in different historical periods, but in different historical periods, the same place, the people and things in it are not the same.

But Dao Yan was still a little skeptical about one point.

"Even with weapons, can the tables, chairs, and wall tiles in the Prison of Certainty really break the powerful shackles of the Prison of Certainty?"

Jiang Xinghuo shook his head and said, "You're looking at it again." ”

Dao Yan's expression froze, and for the first time, his genius mind felt less light.

"Maybe it's because I'm sick."

But Jiang Xinghuo's answer immediately made the thoughts that flashed in Dao Yan's heart lose the effect of self-concealment.

"Look at the mountains are not mountains, and look at the water is not water."

"The Hell, not a tangible entity, is in the process of using tables, chairs, and masonry to try to break the Hell, and the Hellof Certainty is also collapsing, and the use of weapons to break it only accelerates the process of collapse. Perhaps if no one pushes it, it will take thousands of years for the Prison of Necessity to collapse, and if someone rises up and swings bricks and stones, the Prison of Necessity will collapse in hundreds of years, and then enter the Prison of Freedom. ”

"Incomprehensible?" Looking at Dao Yan, who was frowning, Jiang Xinghuo asked calmly.

"Incomprehensible."

Dao Yan replied honestly.

Considering that the use of cases from the ancient times should not attract the attention of Heavenly Dao, Jiang Xinghuo asked in a different way.

"Then do you think Zhou Li can still recover here?"

"Of course not."

Dao Yan replied as a matter of course.

The hierarchical system prescribed by the Zhou rites now seems obviously absurd, because the Ida system no longer exists, and cannot exist.

Then the whole world is not the king's land, it has become a joke.

And based on this joke, it is also a joke to re-establish the hierarchy of Zhou Li and use Zhou Tianzi's authorization to distinguish the ranks of ministers and doctors.

"Zhou Li was in Zhou Gong's era, right?"

"Yes, that's right."

"Zhou Li is in this day and age, right?"

"Of course not."

"That Zhou Li is in the next era, right?"

Dao Yan was stunned, and then replied, "I don't know." ”

"It's not necessarily right, it's not necessarily wrong, but it's possible to be right, that is, it's not right."

Jiang Xinghuo said calmly: "Yes-no-no-no, this is the process of evolution of the same prison, and it is also the real law hidden under all historical processes. ”

When Dao Yan heard this, there was an inexplicable look in his triangular eyes.

Dao Yan suddenly understood what Jiang Xinghuo meant just now about "the prison of certainty will inevitably collapse".

The process from "right" to "wrong" is the process from the "prison of certainty" to the "prison of freedom", and it is also the process of Zhou Li from right to wrong.

Anything that was "right" in the previous historical period is most likely "wrong" in the next historical period.

Therefore, his heart disease, fundamentally speaking, is not something to worry about.

With or without the Dragon Slayer, over time, the evil dragon will inevitably disintegrate and die, just like the milky white blood-sucking giant worm.

But Dao Yan still thinks. Not steady.

Of course, Dao Yan knew that in the process of this kind of "preaching", Jiang Xinghuo had already taught him the inevitable principle of the "great cause", so Jiang Xinghuo would never hide his secrets, and the doubts that should be asked should still be asked.

"But should we do nothing, sit back and wait for the hell of certainty to be deconstructed, and the prison of freedom to appear? Is there really no dragon slayer knife in this world? ”

Jiang Xinghuo thought for a few breaths and replied.

"Yes."

"Yes?"

Dao Yan's spirits perked up and asked, "Dragon Slaying Knife, what is it?" ”

Jiang Xinghuo's answer was mysterious and mysterious, but it was not too unexpected for Daoyan.

"The dragon slayer knife is the evil dragon itself."

Dao Yan vaguely felt that he had grasped the essence of the problem.

"What is the evil dragon made of?"

I don't know for what reason, Jiang Xinghuo didn't answer Dao Yan's question directly, but sighed.

"I'll tell you a story, and you'll understand."

"It's a movie I've ever seen. You can understand it as a story that can be watched, called "Time Planning Bureau". ”

(End of chapter)