Young or old, driving, hiking, riding cattle and horses.

Everyone in front of him, just a glance, Owen knew their identities.

Those are the ones who have carved their names into the hearts of a great civilization, a race, and a living soul.

The leaves are falling, the sun shines through the treetops and spreads all over the forest, their figures are so vivid and real.

The boy lost his mind for a while, and his eyes moved.

——Since Pangu opened the world, his huge body has evolved into a rich, colorful, vast and abundant mountain and river.

But the people of that land never seem to have given God absolute authority over man, because the starting point of their mythology has always been man, not God.

The gods are not far away, the two have already appeared, and they, the people in front of them, have used the wisdom that grew from that land to answer the ultimate proposition about the universe.

At this moment—an old man riding a green ox upside down walked by him.

The old man's fairy wind bones, white beard to the waist and abdomen.

He didn't say anything.

Just looking at the boy and laughing.

Soon his green bull left Owen's side.

Someone else approached.

It was also an old man, dressed in a robe and on crutches, with several men of various ages supporting him.

"Look up to the sky, bow down to others, help the world at the same time, and be poor to be alone."

Beside the old man, a middle-aged man full of majesty was the first to speak.

After he spoke for a moment, the tall and thin black-robed old man on the other side of the old man looked at him and said bluntly: "Man is different from beasts, not in human nature, but in human behavior. It is not because people cannot avoid morality in their nature that they are moral, but because they know that they should have morality, so they strive to be good. ”

The old man they were supporting stopped.

He looked at the boy from a distance.

Owen, who realized it later, also hurriedly learned from the old man and returned the salute.

"If the name is not right, the words will not be good, if the words are not good, the things will not be done, and if the things are not done, the etiquette will not be happy." The old man said.

Then they nodded to him, and the three of them swept past him together, and walked away.

Sansheng walked by, and there was a middle-aged man with bare breasts, bare feet, and two butterflies in his hands, he looked at the boy, smiled gently, and then shook his head, and said, "The friendship of gentlemen is as light as water, and it is better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes." ”

"When the heavens descend on the people, they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skins, and empty their bodies."

Immediately after that, more and more people walked in front of him.

Owen stood on the ridge like a passerby.

The fragrance of wheat wafts with the wind to an unforeseen distance.

Nothing fell to the ground, he was high and upward.

The boy was stunned, he didn't understand why these ancient sages were here.

But they all seem to be talking to themselves.

They wanted to tell him something.

And he doesn't understand it yet.

Suddenly, there was a hearty laugh and a cacophony of voices between heaven and earth, and the high-pitched talk continued again.

Their voices were clear to Owen's ears.

In an instant, Owen clearly noticed that the consciousness of some kind of god that had been filled with this place suddenly disappeared.

Because of ancient magic, he could easily pay attention to the chattering will around him.

"God—did he lose to man in the end?"

This is a declarative sentence, not an interrogative sentence.

Because the facts are clear.

"I seem to hear a lot of people talking, reading. Many people are calling me by name. ”

In the ridge, a young girl sat up.

She looked around blankly, then fell on Owen.

"In a sense, our ancestors." Owen said.

Then the corners of his mouth raised, "Maybe I realized that my stupid offspring was in danger, so I came to rescue you personally." ”

"What offspring?" The girl was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized something. "Do you speak Chinese?"

"I'll do more." Owen chuckled, then continued, "How does it feel." I can feel your memory, it's very flat, and it shouldn't affect you anymore. ”

After Owen's reminder, Zhang Xiaolin noticed that the babbling voice in her head was gone, and all the pain inflicted on her by foreign objects was gone.

Still, she had a headache.

The girl frowned and subconsciously held her forehead.

"It's not dangerous, but after all, it's normal for such a huge number of memories to suddenly flood into the brain." Owen said that he then sat down on the ridge and "relaxed, empty your brain." Don't think about anything, just sit quietly and don't move. ”

"I cast a Regent Charm on you, and the ancient magic is connected, so you know, I just knew about it."

"You don't even have to open your mouth to answer, just think about it in your heart and I can hear it."

"Who are you?" Enduring the pain, Zhang Xiaolin still asked the question she was most concerned about.

"You should know me." Owen said mildly, "Last year's newspaper published my picture for months, and you can't possibly not recognize it."

I'm guessing you're short-circuited by now, it's down, it's restarting, and the retrieval function isn't working well.

So, I'm going to introduce myself a little bit here.

My name is Owen Sanchez.

Famous male students at Hogwarts.

Dumbledore's favorite heir.

Grindelwald's favorite grandson.

The current head of the Rozier family in France.

Founder of a famous chain of beverage stores.

World-renowned therapist. ”

"Well—these titles simply paint a tenth of my image. But you must have some outlines in your heart. ”

"Huh?" The girl made a confused voice, and Owen was rambling a lot, she already had a headache so she didn't pay attention to the point at all.

"Well—those were all false names just now." Owen waved his hand and said, "It doesn't matter, you just need to know that I am not a transfiguration of any one, I am trying to save you, and the reason why I am here is because I am using the Regent Charm on you." ”

"Why should I trust you?" Miss Zhang said indignantly that since entering the coffin of consciousness, she has encountered too many disguises and transformations.

And—the boy/girl in front of her looks exactly like the woman just now.

By the way—she remembered that the person in front of her was the little Hogwarts wizard, Owen Rozier, who had saved many Aurors' lives.

"Well, it's right to be suspicious of me." Owen is not angry, he can't be said to look exactly the same as the Supreme Will now, it can also be said that he is a twins born to a mother, it is a matter of course that others will misunderstand, she doesn't doubt that Owen thinks it's strange.

"Let me think about it." The boy rubbed his chin and began to rummage through his memories of Miss Zhang in front of him.

This is not easy, she has now accepted too many memories of the goddess Diana and the Supreme Will Ionia, as well as thousands of reincarnations in the past, which has caused the memories belonging to the personality named Zhang Xiaolin to be squeezed into the corner of the extremely remote memory palace.

It took Owen a lot of effort to find some of her memories using the Dementor Charm to dig through her memories.

"Oh! Got it! Owen was overjoyed, "Let me be well."

Uh-huh—Zhang Xiaolin, right?—in the Qingfengzhai boudoir where you live alone, there is a box under the third floor tile under the bed on the left side, and there is a pair of things that you have treasured for a long time."

"Stop-" Suddenly, Miss Zhang's face turned red.

"I believe it!"

"Huh? Aren't you afraid that the goddess is watching your memory? ”

"I said, I believe it!" The girl said firmly.

"Uh-huh—I know—you have to keep your innocence in the world, right?" Owen was amused, "But if you want me to say, that painting is all pasted, I don't know how many people have passed through it, and the painting style is also hundreds of years old, so the learning value is really not high at all." ”

"Shut up !!" Miss Zhang blushed and yelled.

However, Owen has no intention of shutting up, he still said to himself, "There are countless movies and TV and Muggle worlds that are popular now, aren't we close to a certain projectile country?" It's not easy to get something like that. ”

"I-" The girl gasped, trying to break the heart of the boy in front of her, which was already too strong to be stronger, and if it weren't for the terrible state she was in now, she would have pounced on him and strangled him to death.

"I'm going to bite my tongue and kill myself!"

Owen looked Miss Zhang up and down and said, "I don't believe it!" ”

"I think your memory seems to have a sweetheart. I haven't learned it yet—"

"Die" (╯>д<) ╯ ̇ ̇" At last the girl couldn't help it, she pounced like a vicious tiger, held back her head, raised her fist, and was about to leave her mark on Owen's handsome face. "Die, die, die!!"

It's a pity that even if she was in a normal state, it would be impossible to hit Owen, let alone that she was still in a state of residual blood at the moment, and the boy easily dodged it.

"Why are you so angry? I don't want to look at your memories either. ”

Owen reached out his left hand and showed her the wound, "Isn't this all together?" ”

His gaze fell on the girl's long hair, which had turned a third of the way to black, and said, "Besides, what I have made is a serious suggestion. ”

"Seriously, you *******, stinky, you***."

"Huh? How can you open your mouth and curse people? Owen smiled, "Okay—in that case, I don't really understand the marker on the bottom right of the third page of the [Study Material]."

How? Is this chapter to focus on? ”

A girl who was already fainting from breath. Sitting on the ground staring at him viciously, a tigress who wanted to eat popped out a few words, "Right-no-up, I-wrong-"

"Alas! That's right - I'm a nuclear good, and I don't eat hard if it's soft. ”

Owen chuckled and sat back on the floor.

"Alright, alright." He waved his hand, and the girl's hair had turned black again at the moment, "The atmosphere is almost relaxed, let's get down to business." ”

"This place." He gestured around.

"The coffin of consciousness is called the coffin of consciousness! Your methods are really clever, and your ideas are even more earth-shattering, although the probability of success is so small that there is almost none, because it is impossible for anyone to withstand the memory of reincarnation for a thousand years in an instant. But it's a real way.

What a genius! ”

"Genius?" Zhang Xiaolin took a deep breath and calmed the fluctuations in her heart, the so-called truth that the woman told her, of course she still remembers, these memories are particularly clear because they happened just now, and there is no need to retrieve the memories, "According to what you said, I am still dead, I can't digest these memories at all, maybe I will soon become another person." ”

"First of all—" Owen paused, "whether it's the goddess or the supreme will, or the consciousness of a thousand reincarnations, it has just been cleared by the sages who have just penetrated into our souls and made us who we are. ”

"Secondly, this world is constructed by yourself, it belongs to you, so you will not die no matter what."

"In the end you don't become another person, but your personality will undergo an irreversible transformation, and there will be a difference between you. For example, I used to like sweet tofu brain, but now I like salty tofu brain. ”

“.”

"You know that?" Miss Zhang was a little surprised, "Aren't you French?" ”

"It's not my wish to be reincarnated, and I can't decide, it's all Merlin's operation." Owen snorted and turned the subject back, "Of course, although I said it lightly, but for yourself, um- if you saw you in the past, you would definitely think that you were taken away, you know what I mean." ”

"Can it be avoided?" The girl asked. She had come to believe that Owen had come to save her.

"Yes - I can make appropriate cuts from your memory. It's not that hard. Owen said, "I'll delete all the memories of your thousands of reincarnations, after all, my mother is my own, and my grandmother is my own or something."

Only the memory of the goddess Diana and the Supreme Will is preserved. ”

"I don't want it." Zhang Xiaolin said resolutely.

"You can't help it." Owen's tone became serious, and he pointed to the surrounding ridges and cypress forests, "Just walked past a group of ancient sages of the Ming Dynasty.

It was that vibrant era, and later generations gave it a name, "A Hundred Schools of Thought".

Why are they here?

Because the words of the sages are the background color that makes up our consciousness. The background given by ancient civilizations, it is even more important than your memory.

Because you lose part of your memory, you are still you, but you can lose part of your background, and your speech and behavior, way of doing things, and thinking logic will change drastically, from us to them. ”

So you can't do without, because it is the rivalry between those two gods that will make you who you are now, and only by knowing the cause can you get the effect, so those memories are essential. ”

"I see." Zhang Xiaolin nodded.

However, there was more surprise in her eyes, because if it was the old master sitting in front of her at this time, then she would not have felt that there was anything wrong with these conversations just now.

But the problem is that the other party is obviously a foreigner!

He couldn't find anything related to Da Ming all over his body.

Why do such people know their history in such detail, and—yes, the logic of thinking, the habits of behavior, the boy in front of him behaves like a great man.

"You-you can't be some old monster who has lived for hundreds of years in the Ming Dynasty?" Zhang Xiaolin narrowed her eyes, seriously doubting Owen's identity, taking away or something, although it is only in the Ming magic world, but - the [Pretender] that has been in a uproar recently is not considered a kind of seizure?

There's no guarantee that an archmage won't invent such magic.

"No—" Owen shook his head, "I'm just from some greater civilization." ”

"France?!" Miss Zhang sneered.

"A place that can answer that the greatest man from ancient times to the present day is – the people."

"Okay, okay, let's talk about you." Owen chuckled and said to Miss Zhang, "From the time you kept the purple smoke out of Australia, you—you were tricked into an illusion.

Illusion was set up by you in the past, and I think you already know the reason.

Don't worry, Sirius they're fine, they're just the same illusion, and you'll be able to lift their magic when you come to your senses.

What intrigues me is the enemies you encounter in the coffin of consciousness. ”

"Enemies? Which gods? Miss Zhang asked puzzled.

"Sort of—what you've encountered before fits well with Freud's personality psychology.

The first thing to encounter is the self-proclaimed god of life and death.

In instinct theory, the most basic desires of human beings are explained as the instinct of life and the instinct of death. Survival is a manifestation of the struggle in the face of fear, and death is the tendency of people from the moment of birth to want to return to the inorganic state in the mother's womb, because only in death can people relieve tension and fear and obtain eternal peace.

You've experienced death, you've built this illusionary spirit world, so both of your instincts are the strongest, so the first enemy you'll face is them. ”

Owen paused, then added, "The second enemy, Supreme Will Ionia. Crazy and cruel, he conjures up countless monstrous monsters, and is unable to communicate and compromise.

This is more like the subconscious in Freud's theory of consciousness: the id, where the hidden instinct is the realm of unrestrained and manifested as irrational, primitive impulses, with the sole goal of seeking satisfaction.

You, as the subconscious: the ego, can of course defeat him, because your existence is a counterweight to the id.

As for the last one, the nameless goddess, the consciousness: superego, which is at the top of the personality structure, is the moralized self, internalized from social norms, ethics, and values.

So she will behave absolutely rationally, eliminating sensuality and desire. Govern one's actions with the purest norms. ”

That's probably why you can defeat the id, but not the superego, because you, as the subconscious: the ego. The objective reality of being subject to the superego is the objective reality that regulates the id, because you know very well in your heart that what the superego says is correct and is the most reasonable and objective.

Defeat from the start, of course, there is no possibility of defeating the opponent. ”

"Yes - you've been through a series of battles in your own spiritual world."

“.”

"I don't understand at all." Miss Zhang rubbed her forehead. "But why do those monsters change into your form?

Ron Weasley, the young wizard of Hogwarts, and Byatle of Ilvermorny.

Grindelwald, and you. ”

(End of chapter)