Ying Wuji was shocked: "Are you...waiting for me?"
Bai Xuan smiled and nodded: "If you can figure it out yourself, I won't wait any longer."
Ying Wuji took a deep breath and said respectfully: "Master, please teach me!"
Bai Xuan asked: "Wuji, first question, do you think immortals exist?"
Ying Wuji thought for a moment: "Eternal immortals may exist, but immortal humans cannot. If humans carry seven emotions and six desires and live forever, immortality will spread like a plague. Even if the speed is slow, the number of immortals will increase slowly. By then, all things in the world will not need to reproduce and will completely lose the motivation for development.
If one gets rid of the seven emotions and six desires, one will become a machine that executes rules. However, such a person, although he can achieve immortality, is like a prisoner.
As you just said, if you don’t understand the suffering of all living beings, you are just a slave to dogma.
There is not much difference whether you have it or not.”
In his previous life, he had watched too many TV dramas about immortals in love, where they would always say “What’s wrong with destroying the world for you”. A bunch of psychopaths with love brains were causing trouble for others because of their distorted views on love.
It is true that immortals are prohibited from falling in love, but the plot also specifies that they fall in love secretly against the rules of heaven, and then the protagonists rebel against the rules together.
actually.
In the final analysis, they are just a group of ordinary people who have lived forever and possess extraordinary powers.
Compared with the secular law enforcement groups, they only have the attributes of longevity and class solidification.
There is no use for hanging.
If this world is big enough, it wouldn't be a big deal to have a few more immortal practitioners, but the human race's Central Plains and the demon realm are so small, what's the point of immortal practitioners?
This question from the old elder.
I am asking myself about my attitude towards longevity.
Bai Xuan nodded slightly, feeling that his understanding of the art of reincarnation was deeper than he had imagined.
After thinking for a moment, he asked, "Second question, do you think Hua Chao is Qing Yi's reincarnation?"
"this……"
Ying Wuji hesitated for a moment and looked at Hua Chao.
Hua Chao smiled and said, "Senior Qingyi's demeanor is something that the younger generation can only look up to. Although I have inherited your legacy, I am not ashamed to be compared with you. Rather than saying it is reincarnation, it is better to say it is inheritance. It's just that I am lucky and was able to take shortcuts in the process of understanding."
Bai Xuan nodded slightly. Everyone has different opinions on this issue.
There is no definite answer to this question.
Because of the art of reincarnation, there are no answers, only attitudes.
He was silent for a moment, then asked the question that concerned him the most: "Then in your opinion, when does a person truly die?"
Wow!
Ying Wuji's eyes suddenly widened. A flash of inspiration had appeared in his mind before, but he couldn't grasp it.
But Bai Xuan's first two questions made his thinking much clearer. At least he understood which path was right and which was wrong.
And this last question completely hit the core of his dilemma.
He pondered for a long time and gave his answer carefully: "When he is forgotten, he is truly dead."
"Um……"
Bai Xuan looked very tired, but the smile on his face was full of relief.
It can be seen that he was very satisfied with Ying Wuji's answer.
He opened his mouth and said, "I have asked all the questions. Your answers will determine the path you will take."
He turned his head and looked at Hua Chao: "What Qing Yi left for you is a complete reincarnation method, which contains thousands of strokes, but which strokes can be written into the new order depends on your own choice."
Ying Wuji and Hua Chao looked at each other, then stood up together and bowed deeply to Bai Xuan.
"Thank you for your teaching, Master!"
“Go back!”
Bai Xuan smiled kindly: "I should rest now."
The couple had complicated expressions. Seeing that Bai Xuan had closed his eyes and lowered his head, they could only leave and carefully closed the door.
The sunset is still outside the house.
As the door closed.
Bai Xuan's breath also disappeared along with the light.
The two stood outside the door for a long time.
Ying Wuji turned around and asked, "Sister Hua Chao, have you found the direction?"
Hua Chao nodded: "I think I found it!"
Ying Wuji took a deep breath and said, "When you succeed, I will step into the Saint Path, and then we will write the rules into the order together."
When he fully comprehended the power of mediation, he already knew that there is no such thing as changing the rules in this world, because the rules are endless, and all that mediation can do is to decide which rules can manifest in the world.
That is, order is written in rules.
Emperor Zhuanxu achieved the ancestral realm and officially wrote into the order the things related to the bloodline rules that had gradually sprouted from the two emperors Yan and Huang.
The person who created Mingdu copied the external rules of the big world, and also copied a rule of the self that has not yet become explicit into it, creating a deformed small world that relies on the existence of the big world.
And the water of rules is actually not the product of the collapse of rules. Its source is the order carrier that stabilizes the rules.
The path of sainthood is the ideal hypothesis of the new order.
Only by successfully following the path of a saint can one be qualified to write rules into order, which is equivalent to reaching the bottleneck of breaking through the ancestral realm.
As long as the writing is successful, the strength will surely leap forward, and then death will occur naturally, and the way will remain after the death of the person.
If writing fails.
I really don’t know what the consequences will be.
Because there is no precedent for people to study, even this information was inherited by the Phoenix Girl from Kunpeng.
But if you think about it, you will know.
If writing fails, then you will die miserably.
"Are you nervous?"
Hua Chao couldn't help but smile.
Ying Wuji grinned: "How can I not be nervous? Sister Hua Chao, please hug my thighs."
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