This group of players is more cunning than cunning

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

Li Youzhu looked like he was watching a show:

"If something happens in Pingchang City, what does it have to do with ordinary people like us? We can just hide in the village and watch. Watching the red sun that only happens once in 150 years, and looking at the embers all over the ground connecting the earth's veins, All were sucked away.”

Ning Zheng: "..."

Although the sarcastic words were very happy.

But you yourself would have been dead long ago and would have been sucked away.

Everyone in the entire Lingzhuang will be disappointed.

"It's not impossible."

Li Youzhu still came up with a solution:

"Unless it's an official organization, the Red Mansion, the mint, the military camp, the local government...these are areas where luck suppresses."

"After all, the imperial court is granting amnesty to the whole world. How can it use its own power?"

Ning Zheng:! ! !

He seems to have.

Those monsters have a coin minting license.

No wonder his luck has not changed. It turns out it is really none of his business.

He suddenly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. At Lingzhuang at the foot of the mountain, the three ancestors, and even Ning Qiaoqiao and the others would be fine.

But thinking about it this way, getting a coinage license is harder than imagined.

Where did these monsters get the official certification?

Their origins are mysterious. They suddenly arrived a hundred years ago and took root here. The dragons crossed the river.

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

They directly obtained the official certification, carried an official currency-making magic weapon, mined, and secretly created magic money.

I always feel like this is a big deal.

Got sucked into an unknown whirlpool.

But no matter what disasters we may encounter in the future, we have survived it now. [Red Sun] has nothing to do with the Villa, as evidenced by the lack of response in the Luck Value.

Ning Zheng sighed in her heart, this moment of joy and sorrow was quite scary.

"Old sir, you must be very knowledgeable."

Su Yuniang smiled brightly and whispered softly: "We are talking about cleaning up the embers. Can I ask you something?"

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

For this kind of scheming little girl who pretends to be cute, she won't take the bait at all.

Su Yuniang said: "You have read a lot of poetry and books. Can I ask, in your understanding, what is an ember?"

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

"Embers."

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

Su Yuniang obviously did not agree with such a popular answer.

Enduring his heartache, he took out ten French coins from his small warehouse.

Think silently in your mind:

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

Uncle Youzhu took the money and touched it. He checked it carefully and confirmed that there were no counterfeit coins or traces of use. "When do you think a person will really die?"

So philosophical?

Su Yuniang 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 was when he breathed his last. Physically he died."

"The second time was when he was buried and people came to his funeral and socially he died."

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

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

Uncle Youzhu was obviously confused. After a while, he finally recovered:

"You girl, you are so reasonable. Forgetting is death..."

He chuckled, "Your Excellency has extraordinary talent, which coincides with some of Ember's great principles. You can take the imperial examination. The three yuan in high school, the saint personally takes the test. You must be the number one scholar in the dynasty. I will reward you with the spiritual roots of heaven and serve the nine states of the world. .”

"It's just so so." Su Yuniang was very shy when she became a civil servant for the first time: "Everyone who knows me knows that I have a cold personality, a kind and introverted person, and I am not the kind of person who values ​​reputation. Please don't mention the imperial examination. Unless the imperial court visits the thatched cottage three times and treats the virtuous corporal."

Li Youzhu smiled and found her shameless look endearing: "Do you think Yi Yan is dead?"

"Isn't it?" Su Yuniang asked.

Li Youzhu pointed to the lively night market outside the house and said, "If I said that everything outside is just embers and not alive, would you believe it?"

"I don't believe it." Su Yuniang shook her head.

The people in the village were obviously alive, bustling and bustling, with colorful lanterns hanging on them, so how could they be cursed to death for nothing?

Wicked!

So wicked.

Li Youzhu nodded, convinced: "Yes, of course they are living people like me."

"Yeah." Su Yuniang nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Li Youzhu continued his analysis: "So, how do we distinguish between life and death? Embers can also work, get up early and go to bed early, engage in production, and maintain the logical cycle of life. What is the difference between them and living people?"

Su Yuniang frowned: "It doesn't seem to make any difference. They will still work for the boss, but it will be more useful?"

Li Youzhu said again: "If I said you were an ember, would you believe it?"

"I do not believe."

Su Yuniang felt that this joke was too big.

It’s okay to call her fellow villagers an ember, but to say she herself is an ember, doesn’t that mean she’s just a fool!

not far away.

Ning Zheng leaned against the door of the bookstore, watching the bustle of 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, it’s all in the eye of the beholder.

"You said you are not an ember, how can you prove that you are not an ember?" Li Youzhu smiled.

Su Yuniang frowned deeply, "I can't prove that Yi Yan has no knowledge of death."

It's like the famous hypothetical "brain in a vat" where you can't prove that it actually exists.

If you choose to jump off a cliff to prove it, turn into flesh and recover and stand up again, you will still instinctively ignore cognition, complete various self-complements, rationalize memories, and continue to forcefully think that you are still alive.

This is simply unsolvable.

For example, "Dazzle", he always felt that he was still alive on the mountain, and the blacksmiths tried various tricks to prove that you are dead.

Even various philosophical masters and psychologists gave advice and suggestions, but they failed to solve this unsolved mystery!

But you are very stupid if you don’t listen no matter how hard you prove it.

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

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

Li Youzhu said: "Do you agree with this truth?"

"I agree." Su Yuniang nodded.

But now that I'm involved in it, it feels scary.

Dialectical question: How to prove that I am not an ember at this time?

Li Youzhu smiled:

"I read a quote from a contemporary saint in a book: When does a person really die? It's not when his body dies, nor when his vacuoles and embers remain, which means death. It's when the embers realize that they are dead, then You are really dead."

Su Yuniang seemed to understand: Only when Yi Yan realizes that he is dead is this person really dead?

Li Youzhu said: "Let's use higher-level words."

"You may have been repeating all the daily life, dead and sinking, confused, empty and soulless, empty and selfless."

"But when you finally stop the cycle one morning and let out a long sigh: All your thoughts are nothing, then you know that I am not myself."

"When you truly understand who you are, and I am not Him, then you are truly dead."

Su Yuniang was suddenly stunned.

This game...is so cool and awesome.

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

Embers who know they are dead...

Suddenly I felt a little inexplicably scary!

When a stranger suddenly realizes that all books are nothing, he realizes that I am who he is, enters the gate of immortality, and sees the vast world.

Ember suddenly realized that all his thoughts were nothing, only then did he realize that I am not myself. He could enter... and see...?

Both are breaking free from shackles and breaking imprisonment.

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

——My life, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net Life comes after death.

Is this the legendary second life?

"What will the ember be called when it truly comes to life..." Su Yuniang was a little excited.

"Money." Li Youzhu stretched out his hand.

"People die for ashes, and ashes die for money? How can it be called money? This is too tacky." Su Yuniang looked shocked.

"I said give money, that's the next question." Li Youzhu looked at her and ignored her slander.

"Why are you desperately asking for money? Scholars can't do this." Su Yuniang was furious on the spot: "I don't have any money 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 this man's chirping and picked up a broom to drive him away, disgusted that someone was disturbing his reading.

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

"The little girl's movie is immoral."

He laughed and scolded, and carefully packed the books on each shelf. Each book was treated as gently as if it were his own child, smoothing out the wrinkles on the paper, washing up, and slowly blowing out the lamp.

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

The moonlight couldn't shed any light, so I slowly walked up the stairs to the attic on the second floor, covered myself with the quilt and lay down slowly. I don't know why, but I couldn't fall asleep.

"Everyone in the world sees me when flowers bloom, but how do they know that I am my true self at this moment."

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

Looking at the moonlight in the sky, it seems as if a thin veil covers the sea of ​​stars, and a deep sigh echoes in the darkness.

"Perhaps that shark was already dead when I saw it when I was young."

"Am I the relic that I have left in this world since I was a child?"