What does it have to do with you and what does it have to do with me? My self is either a simulated imprint or a projection without intelligence. I am unique and there is no need to consider the issue of being lost due to the emotional impact of many other people's memories.
In this case, what does the other me, the exact same me, have to do with myself? He is him and I am me.
Receiving this violent shout, Meng Qi seemed to have lifted a layer of fog, called the fog of knowledge and vision. His eyes suddenly became bright, and his thoughts came and went without any hindrance. He vaguely felt the true nature of his nature, and his body and mind were lively and wonderful.
However, this only clears away the fog and reveals the path. As for how to get closer and how to get closer, it is still full of difficulties, obstacles and various wrong paths.
He thought for a moment, smiled, stood up slowly, and cupped his hands:
Thanks for the guidance, senior.
The third question is, if all the experiences experienced by the predecessors in the past are all dreams, the lady is a dream, Thrushcross Grange is a dream, and the sword in the hand is a dream, how should we face it
Common illusions certainly cannot affect the predecessors, but what if you are in the dream world of Amitabha? What you see, smell, touch, and feel are all feedback from dreams. They appear to be real, but are essentially illusory. Zhuang Shengxiao’s Dream Confusion Butterfly, is it Zhuang Sheng dreaming of a butterfly, or is the butterfly dreaming of becoming Zhuang Sheng
Meng Qi rephrased the question of the brain in the vat. After speaking, he turned around and walked down the mountain road slowly, without waiting for Mr. Lu Da's answer.
The breeze blows by the roadside, the fragrance of flowers and plants enters the nose, and the figure wearing a wooden hairpin gradually moves away.
Mr. Lu Da placed his long sword beside him, his eyes flashed and his lips moved, but he still could not tell his answer. He just watched Meng Qi leave the back mountain step by step.
After leaving Thrushcross Grange, Meng Qi looked around at a loss, not knowing where to go. As thoughts swirled around him, he subconsciously headed southwest. When he regained consciousness, he was already in front of a mountain that looked like a towering sword.
The mountain gate of Xijian Pavilion is located
Meng Qi stood in front of the mountain in a daze, suddenly burst into laughter, and he still couldn't let go of that incident.
That sentence left a very deep impression on me:
The only thing I love in my life is the seven-foot sword, which cuts dgdiǎn, o