"It's right." Lu Shenliang said: "But what's the difference?"
"What's the meaning?"
Now Wang Defa, who changed his name to Shet, is a little confused, but even Wang Li is not very able to understand.
"Everyone is destined to doubt the truth." Lu Shenliang said lightly: "There were many schools of thought in the old era that, as long as the era develops to a certain stage, everyone will begin to doubt whether they are real and whether the world around them is whether they are around them is.
The development of the cultivation world also proves the concepts of these schools. The cultivation world has developed for tens of thousands of years, and naturally some monks began to constantly doubt whether they and the world are real. In a sense, the NPC and the natives of the cultivation world
There seems to be no difference, it is just primitive people and reproduced descendants. And according to the inference of that school, perhaps all the worlds in our history are driven by higher civilizations."
"I understand what you mean." Wang Defa finally stopped sweating on his forehead. He looked at Lu Shenliang and said, "They said that our cultivation world was originally a game world, with players and npcs, whether it was
Both players and npc can be regarded as being made by the Creator. But according to you, even people from the main world of the old era would suspect that their world and themselves were also made by the Creator.”
Lu Shenliang nodded very simply and said, "In addition to the rules that can be explained, even the people of all kinds in the main world of the old era, most of them felt like they had a pair of them."
The invisible giant hand has arranged his life. This kind of thing that cannot be seen, touched, and cannot be sure whether it exists or not is called fate in the old era. Some people are born with good luck and succeed in everything they do, while others are
I am born unlucky. No matter how hard I try, I will do more and make mistakes. No matter how hard I try, I can't do what I want to do."
Speaking of this, she stopped, as if she was thinking, but not thinking. Then she looked at the countless monks gathered around the collapsed Kunlun Tower, and continued: "No one could have been sure of the existence of fate and
No, but now all the clues vaguely point out that before the Battle of Destruction, there may be the existence of causal and law weapons. Causal and law weapons can be regarded as destiny. Since there is already such a weapon, even if this weapon cannot determine everyone.
The fate of the person is only used to target some people, but this person must have had a certain interpretation of the thing like fate."
Wang Defa is not a smart person.
At least in the eyes of all the monks present, he was definitely not smart, but at this time when all these monks could not understand Lu Shenliang's words, he just understood it.
He looked at Lu Shenliang and said, "So you and fellow Taoist Wang Li want to fight against the people who control this world. You are not going to replace you and become the strongest one, but you want to solve this puzzle?"
"If you don't even know what you are, where you come from or where you go, then what's the point of fighting with people?" Lu Shenliang did not answer positively, but just said that.
For some reason, Wang Defa suddenly felt infinite respect. He looked at Lu Shenliang and Wang Li with great respect and said, "It is really the supreme and wonderful truth. Your realm is beyond our reach."
Lu Shenliang smiled and said, "These words were not what I said, but before the old era, some people said them in history."
Wang Defa was stunned and said, "Who said that?"
Lu Shenliang said: "What the Buddha said before the old era."
Wang Defa said in surprise: "There were Buddha sects and Buddhas before the old era?"
"The end of science is theology." Lu Shenliang said: "Every civilization may have an existence that interprets fate."
Wang Defa calmed down.
Because he didn't know what he should say.
He is a little confused in his own state.
None of the monks around the collapsed Kunlun Tower spoke, because the conversation between Wang Li and Lu Shenliang and Wang Defa was like a propaganda for them.
"The end of all civilizations is the ultimate division." At this time, Wang Li's voice sounded, "Sooner or later, all npcs will find that they are npcs, but I can't be sure now whether npc's awakening and disconnection are also in this control.
In the plan of the conspirator of the causal weapon. But what my senior sister means is that there is no difference in essence whether it is a npc or an ordinary monk."
There was a silence around the collapsed Kunlun Tower, and suddenly Wang Defa's voice sounded, "So if you can't find out the person who uses the causal law weapon and cannot figure out what fate is, then even if it is off-line, there is no difference between it and not off-line?"
When his voice rang out, a heavy breathing sounded.
All the monks present recovered from an inexplicable state of emptiness and confusion, and many people smiled bitterly.
Indeed, if everyone in this world is arranged by fate, then everyone is a puppet who has been arranged to come from and go, and there is no difference.
At this moment, Wang Li suddenly turned his head and looked south.
His previous thoughts reached a sea-side village in the southern continent, where there was a bald monk.
He already knew the true identity of the bald monk, and he also knew very well that if the bald monk had not revealed some aura to him, he would never have discovered the other party's abnormality, and he would not have been able to establish a unique connection with the other party.
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With his current abilities and Lu Shenliang, as long as he thinks, the same figure condensed by lightning can appear in front of the bald monk like the holographic projection of the old era. But what is extremely strange is that he is clearly sure of that
The bald monk was not far from the Linhai village, but lost his trace.
The bald monk and the two drunkards seemed to suddenly lose contact with the world.
“It’s this place.”
At this time, the bald monk and two drunkards were in front of an island not far from the village and town.
The drunkard Lan Lingsheng lit the island and said, "After the handsome monk who claimed to be Farke Oil talked about those things to me and the teacher, he was struck by several sudden lightning bolts in the middle of the island."
The bald monk nodded.
His expression became solemn before several breaths.
This island is called the Evil Island by fishermen. A fog wall has been formed within dozens of miles of surrounding it.
Through this fog wall, he looked at the island where he and the two drunkards were, but the island looked like a bra.
Two round islands of almost the same size are lined up side by side. The Nafak oil that Lan Lingsheng mentioned falls in the middle. There is a white sand beach between the two islands.
At this time, he could see clearly that on the edge of the white sand beach, there was a scorched reed.
The reed was suspended in the sea water, letting the sea water wash away, but it was like a mountain that remained motionless.