Tao Ling was stunned for a moment, seeing that Wen Qingying was asking seriously, after thinking about it, he temporarily put aside the question and wrote: "This connection between people and gods, in simple terms, is that people believe in and dedicate themselves to gods, and gods In order to bless people. The so-called personal religion is similar to what we say about religion for life. The Taoist Shangqing Group believes in Xianzhen and accepts Xianzhen's words through psychic media in order to solve the problem of survival. All kinds of phenomena are based on personal religion. ."
Wen Qingying looked at his hand, saw him stop, and turned his head.
His eyes were entangled for a while, Tao Ling's heartbeat was about to stall, he averted his eyes without showing any trace, and then wrote: "Whether a certain group can be called a religion is subject to judgment, and many scholars have studied and defined it. , but you ask this question, in fact... there may be a feeling of religious experience between two people, it can only be said to be a similar experience, because the necessary conditions for forming a religion are insufficient."
"The above is a more rational explanation. The personal encounter of religion can only be between people and gods, and it is determined by strength. This is easy to understand when it comes to cults/cults. When a cult/cult forms a group, it must be shaped first. A power beyond the world, even if it is to enshrine a certain person, it must deify certain characteristics of this person."
"Because one cannot truly surrender oneself to another, and one cannot truly shelter another."
Tao Ling finished all these in one breath, and finally said: "The lack of objective conditions for the formation of religion is the answer, and the rest are just my own thoughts."
Wen Qingying quietly looked at his cell phone notepad, and after a long time raised her eyes, smiled and nodded lightly.
This smile seemed to be the same as usual, but Tao Ling felt that Wen Qingying had something to say, or that he had a different idea.
But for some reason, he didn't decide to speak at the moment.
Tao Ling was determined to control his superfluous thoughts, stopped observing him, and looked at the next question on his own.
This sentence is very short, with the words "God's face", but it has been crossed out. Tao Ling smiled and asked, "Has this problem been clarified?"
Wen Qingying nodded.
Tao Ling looked at him with great interest, Wen Qingying knew that he wanted to hear his solution process, smiled and lowered his head to type: "What I saw when I was watching religious empiricism can be explained by the principles of critical realism, For believers, God is a reality outside of people. Taoist psychics can perceive the real, but after all, psychics are only people, and people cannot really see the reality outside themselves with their original appearance. Influenced by psychology and underlying desires, the appearance of Xianzhen to the psychic is produced under the cognitive mechanism of the psychic."
When I was studying, my main focus was not on Western religions. Tao Ling noticed this very late, and by coincidence, he was also studying religious experience.
The two mobile phones were placed together, asking and answering each other.
After thinking for a while, Tao Ling wrote: "Look, it is impossible for humans to fully recognize God, and it is impossible for humans to fully recognize humans. There is always distance, there are always illusions, and there is always potential directionality."
He didn't know why he wanted to mention this more, Wen Qingying didn't ask any more, just responded: "I can't fully recognize Mr., and Mister can't fully recognize me, but this does not prevent us from sitting now. Together, shoulder to shoulder."
Does Wen Qingying know what she is talking about? Tao Ling was suspicious, but every time he turned to look at him, his eyes were so sincere and peaceful.
At this moment, Tao Ling suddenly felt that Wen Qingying might be a central air conditioner.
He can always express those gentle words in a very natural manner, but because of his sincerity and calmness, because of his politeness, and because he is separated from the world, these almost ambiguous words also become candid, this kind of thoughtfulness becomes unobtrusive, and the result is even the opposite—
This is too depressing.
Even if it was just speculation, Tao Ling thought it was impossible intellectually, but his heart suddenly felt bitter and astringent.
When trying to continue to investigate further, he pinched himself with the hand that was hanging down, and stopped the Xinma Yourein in his mind.
The way of communication determines that the discussion between the two will be slow, but it is precisely because of this slowness that Tao Ling can think about it while telling the story. It is clearly something that he has known earlier, and it is more transparent to be investigated by Wen Qingying. .
After a few questions, it was already afternoon.
Seeing that Wen Qingying was looking down at the words just now, Tao Ling got up and stretched out on the path in the middle of the flower pots. After moving a few times, his eyes suddenly fell on Wen Qingying.
Wen Qingying was facing him, looking down at his mobile phone seriously, writing in his notebook from time to time.
His legs were too long, and he bent up on the table with a hint of nowhere to put them. When he lowered his head, his back was slightly curved, and he looked like he was leaning against.
Perhaps the deaf-mute person was born with a quiet aura, but Wen Qingying just sat there, and it became a country of its own.
After looking at it for a long time, I don't know why his eyes are a little numb, Tao Lingqiang endured the increasingly clear reluctance, and turned his head away, a tingling feeling of tearing in his heart.
After a long while, he squatted down to look at the pot of succulent in front of him.
After a while, Wen Qingying walked to the side, Tao Ling looked up, Wen Qingying bent down and handed over the phone.
Take a look, there is news coming in.
Xia Chaoyang, who hadn't been in contact for a long time, said, "Brother Tao, I'm coming to Wushi tomorrow, can I have a meal with you?"
Tao Ling frowned slightly and asked, "Is there something wrong with Teacher Xia?"
He turned back to the news and got up, and saw Wen Qingying standing next to him, who happened to be the closest, but just couldn't see the distance of his mobile phone.
Unread messages will be displayed at the top, and Wen Qingying has probably seen it just now.
The other end said, "It's nothing, just passing by. Are you free?"
Tao Ling lowered his head. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see that Wen Qingying was still standing not far away. He replied, "Okay. When?"
After making an appointment with Xia Chaoyang for lunch the next day, he turned his head again, Wen Qingying had already sat back at the table, and started to draw on the cards again.
Tao Ling walked over to sit down, put his hands straight on the table, and wrote from a distance, "I'm home."
Wen Qingying nodded after reading this, got up, and lightly touched his shoulder in a pressing position, motioning him to wait for a while.
Tao Ling then sat in the same place and watched Wen Qingying pull out a handful of bayberry red flowers from the flower bucket. He smiled and looked down at the phone screen.
After a few minutes, Wen Qingying handed it over with a flower in hand, Tao Ling got up to take it, and nodded.
Wen Qingying walked to the door, pushed up the rolling shutter door, and opened the glass door, only then did Tao Ling realize that it was almost evening.
He knew that Wen Qingying had to stay at the flower shop for a while, so he took the flowers and said goodbye to him.
At the end of the street, Tao Ling picked up a small card from the flower stem and unfolded it. It says:
"Sir, this is Qianrihong, Amaranthaceae. Its vitality is very tenacious. Cut the roots flat before inserting water. If there are dry flowers, remember to pick them off."
The three words "Wen Qingying" are still hidden in the bouquet pattern in the lower right corner.
At the intersection, Tao Ling felt more and more uncomfortable. He couldn't explain the feeling, only that he didn't want to leave.
Standing on the side of the road for too long, when I came back to my senses, the sky suddenly darkened, the green light on the opposite side was flashing, and pedestrians were hurrying on the zebra crossing.
After two seconds, Tao Ling turned around and strode towards the flower shop.
The author has something to say: Wen Qingying almost gave Tao Ling a bunch of acacia plums tonight. —Real bot