Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

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The Thunder in Wan Xiaotian’s mind opened a heavy chaos. He was shocked and inexplicable. Then he was extremely angry. “You are the high-dimensional existence that created the world and created everything? No joke, I don’t believe it! I! Do not believe!"

"well."

Lao Li said, "On the road of pursuing the truth, questioning everything is the highest virtue. You should not believe in every word I say."

"This……"

Wan Xiaotian’s brain was a mess, and the skinned scorpion became more and more tight. After a long time, he turned over and over again. “I don’t believe, I don’t understand, you, how do you prove? No, this kind of thing can’t prove it.” Can you tell me the feeling of incarnation of three thousand and the infinite world? Can you truly transcend time and space and experience endless life?"

"The specific feelings, I can not describe in detail, because I am still not all of me in front of you, just one in a thousand, at most a relatively large fragment of the soul."

Lao Lidao, "My thousands of people are connected together in a mysterious and mysterious way. You can simply imagine 'quantum entanglement'. The original Lao Li could not perceive the existence and experience of the rest. Until recently, I The cultivation is coming to an end, and these avatars have returned to the 'source universe' one by one, and I can blur some of the information.

"Trust or not, I don't want to convince you, just have a relationship with you, just talk."

"To say how to feel it, at the beginning, as I just said to you, I did treat this cultivation as a relaxation spirit and ease the game of fatigue in the war. I did not regard these virtual worlds as real existence, including in the virtual world. The mountains and rivers, the sun, the moon, the stars and the spirit of all things, in my eyes, are just a series of unpredictable data.

"But when I split myself and put it into it, the situation is very different.

"My soul has split into thousands, and it is greatly restricted by the crystal brain and the database. The computational power of each body avatar is extremely limited. If it is a human or grotesque wisdom, it is better to say if it is Turning into a bird and a beast, even a snake worm, or even a trivial thing like trilobites and archaea, my computing power is almost suppressed to near zero, and I can't think at all.

"And, with the division of the soul, my emotions and character have also been split, and some of the avatars carry my 'good' side, some of which carry my "evil" side, and some of them carry me 'Yingming Shenwu', The side of 'fighting 倜傥' and 'hot blood' is also a part of the body, as you have in front of you, carrying the side of my 'great wisdom, deep philosophical thinking', these split emotions and character, in the red dust, gradually drifting away, gradually Gathering out of my personality, it is like I have thousands of personalities, but I don't know that that is the real self.

"I am lost.

"I am lost in the ancient lamp of the Qing Dynasty, and the sword is sung in the song; I am lost in Qiulou Yuyu, between the golden glory; I am lost in the Jin Ge Iron Horse, under the desert smoke; I lost in the beginning of chaos, Hong Meng started Lushan Forest, the original ocean, can no longer distinguish between true and false, can not distinguish between the game and the reality, can not distinguish the spirit of the genius, blood eagle general, 歪 neck, trilobite, methanogen, Lao Li and vulture Li Yao The difference, I just carry a little chaotic heart, along a thousand different roads, to live in a thousand different ways, to perceive, to meditate, to practice.

"Three thousand avenues, the same way, the same way, so I went forward without cultivation. I finally remembered a lot of things, but I fell into more confusion. The hundreds of millions of questions are like the stars falling over the sky, and they are falling to my head. on.

"Where is the difference between true and false?"

"Exactly, is Zhuang Zhou Mengdie, or Butterfly Mengzhuang Zhou? Is the vulture Li Yao incarnation in the virtual world of three thousand cultivation, or the cultivation of countless creatures in the three thousand world, condensing a gleaming flame, in the more In the high dimension, put together a vulture Li Yao this person?

“If I created these virtual worlds, then do I also live in a virtual world created by people? And does the creator of my creator have its creators?

“Where the creator walks between its creations, how should we deal with the moral dilemma? Do I have the power to kill the virtual life I created? I have the power to interfere and change their historical process. When I created a virtual The world, and this virtual world will soon be full of vitality. Even after the birth of the spirit of all things, do I still have the power to shut it down? If the virtual life in this virtual world is awakened, I must resist my control, and their resistance is justice. Is it true that my suppression is evil?

"There are no correct answers to these questions. If you want to say something, it is ‘the world is not benevolent, and everything is a dog.’

"I used to understand this sentence very much. If there is really no heart in the world, why should we nurture life and nourish everything?

"But now, I understand that for World of Heaven or Heaven, the world is just a virtual game. Everything is just a bunch of data and programs. You kill a person or save someone in a virtual game. Killing 10,000 people or saving 10,000 people, is there any 'justice' or 'evil'? The so-called 'indiscriminate' is not the meaning of cruelty and evil, but can't use the standard of 'righteousness' to evaluate the heavens. As.

"Even so, I still have to resist, transcend and conquer the heavens.

"I want to conquer the heavens, not because I am justice and the heavens are evil. It is just the reason you just said, ‘the heavens are there.’

"I have gained such awareness. I am also fascinating and really practicing this time. Even if I have cultivated a little bit of insignificant fruit, it is time to leave.

"But before I left, I still want to leave something in all the virtual worlds I have experienced. You are the first and only one who has questioned the world, wants to transcend space and explore the real people. I don't know you. Whether it is a 'person', or the continuous surge of big data, the result of randomness, or the projection of my own will under constant interference, in short, I am willing to share my experience with you, and hope that you are in the darkest real Don't give up in the face of continuing to pursue a real higher level, more bright and true courage!"

"and so……"

In the face of the unfathomable eye of Lao Li, Wan Xiaotian believed in seven points without knowing it, and fell into great pain and despair. He muttered, "I am fake?"

"This is what I want to remind you. No, of course you are not fake. You are 'virtual', but not 'false'. This is two different things."

Lao Li said, "What is real? A human being made up of carbon, iron and oxygen, and then flesh and blood, exchanges hundreds of hundred years of information with the surrounding world under the stimulation of nerve currents, and then dies. It’s turned into a bone, a pile of loess, and in a few years from a cosmic point of view, it’s just a short moment, even the planet that buried the bones is annihilated. Is this the 'real human'? What is the indelible significance of human beings, and the 'virtual humans' directly shaped by data and information?

"No, true and false, not so different.

"Assume that I am a writer, and you are a character I have created. It seems that I am a creator, you are a creation, I am real, you are false, but it is very likely that after a few hundred years, I have already died. There are no one-and-a-half-point bones left in the bones, and they are forgotten by everyone. You are also remembered by some readers. You can touch people hundreds of years later. Then, I am with you, who is true, who is fake, who is senior, who is low. ?

"Assuming again, a painter devote himself to drawing all his life, spirit and will into a famous painting that has been passed down through the ages, and then he died and sent to the crematorium. The smoke disappeared and went with the wind. From then on The world can only know the painter through this famous painting. Then, who do you think is the body of the painter, the flesh and blood that has long been turned into a gray fly, or this famous painting, or ten million The deep thoughts, touches, arguments, and the intensification of brainwaves caused by this famous painting?"

Wan Xiaotian listened to God, and between them, I thought a lot.

"This is what I want to say. Young people, the so-called 'real' does not exist, but the 'pursuit of the real road' not only exists, but also deserves everything we have to try to conquer it. I look forward to seeing you one day. 'Real', find ways to transcend reality, transcend space, transcend the universe, go to a higher dimensional universe, find me, surpass me, conquer me, destroy me, just as... I will also rush out of my universe, go Find my creator, go beyond it, conquer it, destroy it!

"I firmly believe that we will all succeed.

"Because... maybe... this is the only reason we were created!"

Lao Li smiled and took a light shot on the shoulder of Wan Xiaotian. He stood up and gently put the mop and bucket on one side and walked out.

"Old Lee!"

Wan Xiaotian still has some ignorance, "Where are you going?"

"It's almost, I should go. Although the cultivation of these days is very interesting, my wife can't wait and be eager to try. It's really a slap in her, it's not a joke."

Lao Li’s head waved his hand. “Goodbye, young people, I hope that one day you can tell me what the answer is.”

Lao Li said, pushing the door of a toilet cubicle.

Soon, there was a flush of the flushing toilet.

"Old Lee"

Wan Xiaotian was in a hurry and desperately rushed to push the door.

The door didn't even have an anti-lock, and Wan Xiaotian suddenly slammed into it, but it was empty.

The compartment is only one meter square, naturally there is no possibility of a second door, but Lao Li is gone out of thin air.

Only the rushing water of the toilet bowl is faintly blooming with colorful scent, such as the rainbow-like light.

"This this……"

Wan Xiaotian looked at the flushing toilet of the rainbow and was completely stupid.