Chapter 89 How Do I Know This Is My True Self?

"Are there no exceptions?" Ning Zheng suddenly asked.

Li Youzhu looked like he was watching a play:

"What does it have to do with ordinary people like us when something happens in Pingchang City? We can just hide in the village and watch, watching this once-in-a-hundred-and-fifty-year red sun spectacle, watching the embers connected to the earth veins all over the ground being sucked away."

Ning Zheng: "..."

Although this sarcastic remark was very happy.

But you would have died a long time ago, and you would have been sucked away.

Everyone in the entire Lingzhuang would be dead.

"It's not that there is no way."

Li Youzhu still said the solution:

"Unless it is an official organization, the Red Mansion, the Mint, the military camp, the local government... these areas with luck suppression."

"After all, the court is amnestying the world, how could it move its own forces?"

Ning Zheng: !!!

He seems to have.

That group of monsters have a coinage license.

No wonder his luck has not changed, it turns out that it really has nothing to do with him.

I suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. Lingzhuang, the three ancestors, and even Ning Jiaojiao would be fine.

But thinking about it this way, it is more difficult to get a coinage license than I thought.

Where did these monsters get the official certification?

Their origins are mysterious. They suddenly arrived a hundred years ago and took root here. They are like a fierce dragon crossing the river.

Most people who have legal copper mines sell legal copper rough embryos.

They directly get official certification, carry an official coinage magic tool, mine, and secretly make legal money.

I always feel that this is a big deal.

I was caught in an unknown vortex.

But no matter what disasters I will encounter in the future, I have survived it now. [Red Sun] has nothing to do with the villa, and the lack of reaction in the luck value is proof of this.

Ning Zheng sighed in her heart. This moment of great joy and sorrow is scary.

"Old man, you must be very knowledgeable."

Su Yu Niang smiled and whispered, "Speaking of cleaning up the ashes, can I ask you something?"

"Just give me money." Li Youzhu was very direct.

He would not take the bait of such a scheming little girl pretending to be cute.

Su Yu Niang said, "You are well-read, can I ask what you think ashes are?"

Ning Zheng pricked up his ears when he heard this, in fact, he also wanted to know.

"Ashes."

Li Youzhu put down the book in his hand, "They don't think they are dead at all, and they can't form a cognition of 'death'."

Su Yu Niang obviously didn't agree with such a popular answer.

He endured the pain and took out his small warehouse, ten magic coins.

He silently said in his heart:

It's all to hide the plot and to get information!

Uncle Youzhu took the money and touched it, carefully counted it, and confirmed that there was no counterfeit money and no signs of use, "When do you think people are really dead?"

So philosophical.

Su Yu Niang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly became interested: "Some people say that a person will die three times in his life."

"The first time is when he died, he died physically."

"The second time is when he was buried, people came to his funeral, he died in society."

"The third time is when everyone forgot about him, he died cognitively."

"Death is not the end of life, forgetting is."

You Zhushu was obviously confused, and it took him a long time to recover:

"You are so reasonable, forgetting is death..."

He laughed, "Your Excellency is very talented, among them The avenue of the Ember is the reason, you can go to the examination, the high school, the three yuan, the sage personally test, when the champion is the champion, you are the heavenly roots, and play for the world. " Please do n’t mention it. Unless the court takes care of her, Li Youzhu smiled. "Li Youzhu smiled, and felt that she was shameless. "I don't believe it." Su Yu Niang shook her head. Li Youzhu nodded, agreeing: "Yes, of course they are living people like me."

"Yeah." Su Yu Niang nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

Li Youzhu continued to analyze: "Then, how do we distinguish between life and death? Yu Jin also works, gets up early and goes to bed early, engages in production, and maintains the logical cycle before death. What is the difference between them and living people?"

Su Yu Niang frowned: "It seems that there is no difference. They also work for the boss, but they are more useful?"

Li Youzhu said again: "If I say you are Yu Jin, do you believe it?"

"I don't believe it."

Su Yu Niang thought this was a joke.

It's fine to say that the elders and villagers are Yu Jin, but saying that she is Yu Jin, isn't this treating her like a complete fool!

Not far away.

Ning Zheng leaned against the door of the bookstore, watching the hustle and bustle of the villagers coming and going outside, and listening to the two of them chatting in the store behind her.

I don't know why, but I feel a little sad.

After all, bystanders see more clearly.

"You said you are not Yu Jin, how do you prove that you are not Yu Jin?" Li Youzhu smiled.

Su Yu Niang frowned deeply, "I can't prove that Yu Jin has no cognition of death."

This is just like the well-known hypothetical "brain in a jar", you can't prove that you really exist.

You choose to jump off the cliff to prove it, turn into meat paste to recover and stand up again, you will still instinctively ignore cognition, self-complement and rationalize memories, and continue to force yourself to think that you are still alive.

This is simply unsolvable.

For example, "blurred eyes", he always felt that he was still alive in the mountains, and the blacksmiths tried all kinds of tricks to prove that you were dead.

Even various philosophical masters and psychologists, who gave advice, could not solve this unsolved mystery!

But he didn't listen to any proof, which was very stupid.

Li Youzhu smiled and said: "Sometimes when I have nothing to do, I wonder if there is a possibility that I have died a long time ago? For example, half an hour ago, I fell to death as soon as I went out, and I was robbed to death by the demon cultivator when I was walking on the mountain road."

"Can I prove that I am still alive? No, I can't! They say that flowers will see me, but at this moment, I don't know who I am..."

Li Youzhu said: "You agree with this truth, right?"

"I agree." Su Yu Niang nodded.

But now I am involved in it, and I feel very scary.

Dialectical question: How to prove that I am not embers at this moment?

Li Youzhu smiled:

"I read a sentence from a contemporary saint in a book. When does a person really die? It's not when his body dies, nor when his empty embers are left behind. It's when the embers realize that they are dead, then you are really dead."

Su Yu Niang seemed to understand: When the embers realize that they are dead, the person is really dead?

Li Youzhu said: "Let's put it in a more advanced way."

"You may have been repeating all your daily life, dead and decadent, muddleheaded, empty and soulless, empty and selfless."

"But when you finally stop the cycle in the morning of a certain day, you let out a long sigh: All thoughts are not, then you know that I am not me."

"You really know who you are, I am not Him, then you are really dead."

Su Yu Niang suddenly became stunned.

This game... is very cool.

At this time, [Embers] has made up for the cognitive defects, jumped out of the repetitive logic of daily life, and has a complete self. What kind of state is it?

The embers that know they are dead...

Suddenly I feel a little inexplicably terrifying!

When a living person suddenly realizes that all the books are not mine, he knows that he is me, and he can enter the gate of immortality and see the vast world.

When a ash suddenly realizes that all the thoughts are not mine, he knows that he is not me, and he can enter..., and see...?

Both of them are breaking free from the shackles and breaking the imprisonment.

Perhaps, only when a person realizes that he is dead can he have the opportunity to truly live again.

——My life is born after death.

Is this the legendary second life?

"What will the ash be called when it really comes back to life..." Su Yu Niang was a little excited.

"Money." Li Youzhu stretched out his hand.

"People die as ashes, and ashes die as money? How can it be called money? This is too vulgar." Su Yu Niang was shocked.

"I said give money, this is the next question." Li Youzhu looked at her and ignored her evasion.

"Why are you so desperate for money? A scholar shouldn't be like this." Su Yu Niang was furious on the spot: "I don't have a penny in my pocket!"

"Cunning little girl, get out! Get out! If you don't buy books, I'll close the shop. Come back tomorrow."

Li Youzhu listened to the man's chattering and picked up the broom to drive him away, disliked that someone disturbed him while reading.

After driving the wicked Su Yu Niang out, he put down the broom and closed the door.

"Little girl, wicked."

He laughed and scolded, carefully arranging the books on each bookshelf, treating each book as gently as his own children, smoothing the wrinkles on the paper, washing up, and slowly blowing out the lights.

"It's great to be young." With a sigh, the bookstore ushered in darkness.

The moonlight could not shine in at all, and he slowly went up the stairs to the attic on the second floor, covered himself with the quilt and lay down slowly. I don't know why, but I can't fall asleep.

"Everyone says that I am seen when flowers bloom, but who knows that I am the real me at this moment."

After a while, he suddenly opened the back window of the bookstore.

Looking at the moonlight in the sky, it was as if a veil covered the sea of ​​stars, and a long sigh echoed in the darkness.

"Perhaps I was already dead when I saw that mermaid in my childhood."

"Have I been a relic left in this world since I was a child?"

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