"I mean --"


    The thunder in Wan Xiaotian''s mind splits the chaos again and again. He is surprised at first and then extremely angry. "Are you the high-dimensional being who created the world and everything? Are you kidding? I don''t believe it! I! no Look! Letter


    "Good."


    Lao Li said, "in the pursuit of truth, questioning everything is the highest virtue. You really shouldn''t believe every word I say."


    "This..."


    Wan Xiaotian''s mind was in a mess, and he held the plunger more tightly. He was stunned for a long time and said, "I don''t believe it. I don''t understand. How can you prove it? No, this kind of thing can''t be proved. Can you tell me how it feels to travel through the infinite world in three thousand incarnations? Can you really transcend time and space and experience endless life? "


    "I can''t describe the specific feelings in detail, because I''m still not all I am in front of you. I''m only one thousandth, at most a relatively large fragment of spirit."


    Lao Li said, "my thousands of separate bodies are connected together in some mysterious way. You can simply imagine them as" quantum entanglement ". Lao Li could not perceive the existence and experience of the other separate bodies. Until recently, my cultivation was coming to an end, and these separate bodies came back to the" original universe "one by one, so I could feel some information vaguely.


    "Believe it or not, I don''t want to persuade you. I just want to talk with you.


    "In terms of feelings, at the beginning, as I told you just now, I did regard this practice as a game to relax my spirit and relieve the fatigue of the war. I did not regard these virtual worlds as real existence, including mountains and rivers, the sun, the moon, the stars and the spirit of all things in the virtual world. In my eyes, they are just a series of unpredictable data.


    "But when I split myself and get involved, it''s very different.


    "My spirit has split into thousands, and is greatly restricted by the crystal brain and database. The computing power of each external incarnation is extremely limited. If it turns into a human or a strange intelligent life, it''s a good thing to say that it turns into strange things like birds and beasts, even snakes, insects, mice and ants, even trilobites and archaea, Then my computing power was almost suppressed to zero, and I couldn''t think at all.


    "Moreover, with the split of the spirit, my emotion and character are also split. Some of them carry my" good "side, some carry my" evil "side, some carry my" wise and powerful "," romantic and handsome "and" warm-blooded and heroic "side, and some of them, such as the one in front of you, carry my" great wisdom like a fool On the one hand, these fragmented emotions and personalities are drifting in the world of mortals, gradually condensing their own personalities. It''s almost like I have thousands of personalities, but I don''t know that is my true self.


    "I''m lost.


    "I''m lost in the light of the ancient Buddha, singing with my sword; I am lost in the magnificent and splendid buildings; I lost myself in the desert; I''m lost in the wild mountains and the primitive ocean where chaos has just begun and Hongmeng has started. I can''t tell the difference between the true and the false, between the game and the reality, between the spirit vulture master, blood eagle general, crooked neck, trilobite, methanobacter, Lao Li and vulture Li Yao. I just have a little chaotic mind and follow a thousand different roads in a thousand different ways, To live, to feel, to meditate, to practice.


    "The road is three thousand, and different paths lead to the same goal. With the continuous practice, I finally recalled a lot of things, but I fell into greater confusion. Hundreds of millions of problems fell on my head like brilliant stars.


    "What is the difference between true and false?"


    "Is it Zhuangzhou who dreams of butterflies or butterflies who dream of Zhuangzhou? Is the vulture Li Yao practicing in the virtual world, or is it the practice of countless creatures in the virtual world that condenses the shining flames and, in a higher dimension, forms the vulture Li Yao?


    "If I create these virtual worlds, do I also live in a virtual world created by people? And do I, the creator of the creator, also have its creator?


    "How should the creator deal with the dilemma of morality when he goes through his creations? Do I have the right to kill the virtual life I created? Do I have the right to interfere and change their historical process? When I create a virtual world, and the virtual world will soon be full of vitality, even after the birth of the spirit of all things, do I have the right to close it? If the virtual life in this virtual world awakens one after another and wants to resist my control, is their resistance just and my suppression evil?


    "There is no correct answer to these questions. The only thing we have to say is that" heaven and earth are not benevolent and regard all things as dogs. ".


    "Once upon a time, I didn''t understand this sentence - If heaven and earth really didn''t have benevolence, why should they nurture life and nourish all things?


    "But now, I understand that for heaven and earth or the way of heaven, the world is just a virtual game, and everything is just a string of data and programs. What''s the" justice "or" evil "to say when you kill or save a person, kill 10000 people or save 10000 people in a virtual game? The so-called "inhumanity" does not mean cruelty and evil. It means that we can''t use the standard of "good and evil" to evaluate the actions of the way of heaven.


    "Even so, I still want to resist, surpass and conquer the way of heaven.


    "I want to conquer the way of heaven, not because I am just and the way of heaven is evil, just because you just said," the way of heaven is there. ".


    "With this kind of awareness, I''m really practicing this time. Even if I have achieved a little good result, it''s time to leave.


    "But before I leave, I still want to leave something behind - in all the virtual worlds I have experienced, you are the first and only one who doubts the world and wants to transcend space and explore the real world. I don''t know whether you are a" person ", or the result of the continuous surge of big data and random generation, or the projection of my own will under my constant interference, In a word, I am willing to share my experience with you, and hope that you will not give up the courage to continue to pursue the truth in front of the darkest reality - a higher level, brighter reality! "


    "So..."


    In the face of Lao Li''s unfathomable eyes, Wan Xiaotian unconsciously believed seven points, fell into great pain and despair, murmured, "am I fake?"


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


    Lao Li said, "what is truth? A human made up of carbon, iron and oxygen, and then flesh and blood, under the stimulation of nerve current, exchanges information with the surrounding world for hundreds of years, and then dies, turning into a handful of dead bones and a pile of loess. In a few years, from the perspective of the universe, even the planet where the dead bones were buried will be annihilated, Is this the "real human"? How much more important is this "real human" than the "virtual human" created directly by data and information?


    "No, that''s not the difference between truth and falsehood.


    "Suppose that I am a writer, and you are the characters I portray. It seems that I am the creator, you are the creation, I am the real, and you are the false. But it is very likely that after hundreds of years, I will die long ago, and I will be forgotten by all. And you will be remembered by some readers, and can move people after hundreds of years. Who is true, you and I, Who is fake, who is high-level, who is low-level?


    "Suppose that a painter painstakingly paints all his life, spirit and will in a famous painting handed down through the ages, and then dies and is sent to the crematorium. After that, the world can only know the painter through this famous painting. Who do you think is the essence of the painter, Is it the body of flesh and blood that has long been turned into ashes, or is it this famous painting, or is it the deep thinking, moving, debating, and countless brain waves aroused by this famous painting? "


    Wan Xiaotian listened attentively, in a trance, thought of a lot.


    "That''s what I want to say, young man, the so-called" truth "does not exist, but the" road to truth "not only exists, but also is worth our efforts to conquer it. I look forward to that one day you can find your own" truth ", find a way to transcend reality, space and universe, go to a higher dimensional universe, find me and surpass me, Conquer me and destroy me, just as... I will also rush out of my universe to find my creator, surpass it, conquer it and destroy it!


    "I firmly believe that we will all succeed.


    "Because... Maybe... That''s the only reason we were created!"


    With a smile, Lao Li patted Wan Xiaotian on the shoulder, stood up, put the mop and bucket aside, and walked out.


    "Lao Li!"


    Wan Xiaotian is still a little confused, "where are you going?"


    "Almost. It''s time for me to go. Although the cultivation these days is very interesting, my wife can''t wait to try. She really burst in. It''s not a joke."


    Old Li waved his hand without looking back. "Goodbye, young man. I hope you can tell me the answer one day - what is true."


    Lao Li said and pushed open the door of a toilet compartment.


    Soon, there came the flush sound of the toilet.


    "Lao Li"


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


    The door was not locked, Wan Xiaotian suddenly ran into it, but rushed into the air.


    The compartment is only one meter square, so it is impossible to have a second door, but Lao Li has disappeared out of thin air.


    Only in the rapid water flow of the toilet, there is a rainbow like dark light.


    "This, this..."


    Wan Xiaotian looked at the rainbow flying toilet, completely stupid.