Memory.
Memories from the deepest part of the soul.
Countless souls are like small droplets in the ocean, and countless small droplets make up this mighty sea of souls, the river of life.
They are dead, memories are slowly peeling away with the river, every speck of dust is a thing of the past, every speck of dust is an experience.
Gu Feng kept collecting these fallen sand grains.
Scenes of life were replayed in Gu Feng's consciousness.
They had merchants who were as rich as the country, and there were beggars who starved to death on the streets.
They have patients with physical disabilities, as well as strong men who have been trained for many years.
They have leaders who really control the lifeblood of the country, and there are trolls who only move the rhythm in front of the computer.
Gu Feng saw the scalpel spinning and flying like a butterfly under the healer's hand, saving the next patient and the wounded.
Gu Feng also saw the murderer with a sharp knife on his face full of excitement and stabbed into the victim's body.
All kinds of life and various experiences are presented one by one in front of Gu Feng.
He's growing fast.
A cutting-edge scholar in the field of mathematics has made Gu Feng a scholar.
A special hacker in the field of electronics, Gu Feng has become a computer master.
A cold-blooded instructor among the mercenaries showed Gu Feng more ways to kill people.
No matter whose life it is, it is not meaningless, and they all have their own unique experience and understanding.
Gu Feng's eyes gradually became vicissitudes, he gathered the memories of countless people, experienced a variety of different lives, and Gu Feng played the role of others in the rolling red dust, swimming in the ocean of knowledge and experience.
While learning, Gu Feng also became more mature.
He understood more and more why those ancient sages could see through the red dust.
He became more and more aware of what the inferiority and goodness of human beings were.
Gu Feng has seen too many sinister, cunning, despicable and shameless people.
But on the contrary, these hateful people also have the softest place in their hearts, it may be their parents, it may be their lovers, it may be their deceased friends Gu Feng also saw a lot of people who looked bright and seemed righteous.
Behind the scenes, they are doing outrageous things, their desires are rapidly expanding in the flow of matter, and all kinds of perverted and distorted behaviors are carried out in the dark room Kindness.
Evil.
This concept gradually blurred in Gu Feng's mind, and he couldn't even distinguish the boundary.
He saw so much, too much.
Grow, grow, grow In the sea of souls, Gu Feng's soul became more and more condensed and tenacious, and the vertical eye of death on his head became more and more real, as if it had become a real eye.
Unexpectedly, this place where souls gather is also an ocean of knowledge and experience, and those most precious memories are just "impurities" that have been stripped out.
Gu Feng can see the essence of this world more and more clearly.
He saw more than just humans in those "impurity" memory fragments.
Spiders, ants, bugs flying in the air.
Elephants, lions, pythons lurking in swamps.
Even the ancient memories of a tree for tens of thousands of years are expressed in all kinds of soul impurities, and Gu Feng comes into contact with those different memory fragments, and feels the wonder of the world more and more.
Spiders don't have mentors, but they build webs.
Praying mantis will eat its mate for nutrition.
This is not cruelty, but the law of survival by natural selection, which is an innate ability.
Commenting on them as too limited from a human eye, seemingly cruel and bloody acts, are a guarantee of survival.
Gu Feng also learned a lot from these animals.
The cold-blooded killing of spiders.
Echolocation of bats.
Cheetah's swiftness and speed.
The power of the Storm Bear is ferocious.
Nature is the best teacher, and teaching across racial boundaries is not something that ordinary people can experience.
"I see" "The Sea of Souls, the River of Life, is the root of the soul of all things, and after death, they will return here and become a part of the Sea of Souls."
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"But these experiences, these truths, are my most precious treasures" As time passed, Gu Feng learned more and more, and his soul was beaten and forged in countless impurities.
Man can exercise his physical body.
One can exercise one's consciousness.
But the soul has no way to exercise, except for the painstaking epiphany of the saints, I am afraid that this "shortcut" that Gu Feng is taking now is the most effective As Gu Feng's soul grew, the vertical eye of death on his forehead also grew rapidly, the power and aura of death slowly matured, and the original immature prototype was also quickly clear.
The end of the seventh consciousness.
Only then did Gu Feng understand how ignorant and naïve his previous self was.
When reading the red dust and comprehending the vicissitudes of the world, coupled with the countless strange ways of life of various creatures, Gu Feng has a deeper and deeper understanding of "life" and "death".
The more he understood, the more he realized the importance of the Tao under his feet.
Death.
This is the Great Terror This is the deepest fear of human beings.
Because death is unknown, fools tremble in the face of death, but often the great sages can be indifferent.
Why Because they know that death is the ultimate path.
Why do people live?
Is it true that when a man lives, he must die last?
Death, and for what Is death the ultimate destination of mankind?
If death is the ultimate goal of life, then where will we go after death, and why do we accomplish this goal?
Gu Feng thought of the three most philosophical questions again.
Who am I Where am I from I'm going there In the end, the place I want to go to is the ultimate death Gu Feng seemed to have entered an insoluble bull's horn, hesitating repeatedly in the maze of contradictions, not knowing where he should go.
This is the hardest part of the way to die.
"I can't think of it."
"I can't understand it."
"It was naïve for me to comprehend the ultimate power of the way of death with a single anger."
"Seeing through the red dust and comprehending the vicissitudes of the world, even if I am now, I can't answer the ultimate three philosophical questions."
"On the contrary, I became more and more confused about my own way of death, and more and more doubted whether the path I was taking was the right one."
Gu Feng's death from a forehead injury is becoming more and more complex and contradictory.
This is a mystery that human beings have not solved since ancient times, even the old sage monk who has been sitting under the dead tree for hundreds of years cannot understand it, Gu Feng feels that his experience is still too little, so he gradually sank to the bottom of the sea of souls, sinking into the deepest part of the river of life.
There, covered with golden grains of sand.
The sand of soul memory.
It is the "impurity" left by the death of countless human beings for thousands of years, and the precious wealth of experience left by countless predecessors. aa2705221 t1706231537: