"That's right." Lu Shenliang said, "But what's the difference?"
"What's the meaning?"
Now not only Wang Defa, who changed his name to Xie Te, was a little confused, but also Wang Li couldn't understand it very well.
"Everyone is destined to doubt reality." Lu Shenliang said lightly: "In the old days, there were many schools of thought that in any era, as long as it develops to a certain stage, everyone will begin to doubt whether they really exist and whether the world around them is real.
Reality. The development of the world of cultivation also proves the concepts of these schools. The world of cultivation has developed for tens of thousands of years. Naturally, monks began to constantly doubt whether themselves and this world were real. In a sense, NPCs and the natives of the world of cultivation
There seems to be no difference, just the original inhabitants and their descendants. And according to that school of thought, maybe all the worlds in our history were driven by advanced civilizations."
"I kind of understand what you mean." Wang Defa finally stopped sweating from his forehead. He looked at Lu Shenliang and said, "They said that our world of cultivation was originally a game world, with players and NPCs.
Players and NPCs can be regarded as being created by the Creator. But according to your statement, even the people in the main world of the old era at that time would suspect that their world and themselves were also created by the Creator."
Lu Shenliang nodded simply and said: "In addition to the rules that can be explained, even among all kinds of people in the main world of the old era, most of them feel that there is a pair of
The invisible giant hand has arranged one's life. This kind of thing that cannot be seen or touched and cannot be determined whether it exists or not is called destiny by people in the old days. Some people are born with good luck and succeed in everything they do.
You are born unlucky. No matter how hard you try, you will always make more mistakes. No matter how hard you try, you will never be able to do what you want to do."
At this point, she stopped, as if she was thinking, but not like thinking, and then she looked at the countless monks gathered around the collapsed Kunlun Tower, and then said: "No one could be sure before that there was such a thing as fate.
No, but all the clues now faintly point out that before the World Destruction War, there may have been weapons of causality. Weapons of causality can be regarded as destiny. Since such weapons already exist, even if this weapon cannot determine everyone's fate,
The destiny is only used to target certain people, but this person must have a certain understanding of destiny."
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 couldn't understand Lu Shenliang's words, he managed to understand them.
He looked at Lu Shenliang and said, "So you and fellow Taoist Wang Li want to fight the people who control this world. It's not that you want to replace them and become the strongest, but you want to solve this mystery?"
"If you don't even know who you are, where you come from, and where you're going, then what's the point of fighting with others." Lu Shenliang didn't answer directly, but just said this.
For some reason, Wang Defa suddenly felt infinite respect in his heart. He looked at Lu Shenliang and Wang Li with great respect and said: "This is really a wonderful principle. Your realm is beyond the comparison of us."
Lu Shenliang laughed and said: "These few words are not said by me, but by someone in history before the old era."
Wang Defa was stunned and said: "Who said that?"
Lu Shenliang said: "The Buddha from the old days said it."
Wang Defa was surprised and said: "There were Buddhist sects and Buddhas before the old times?"
"The end of science is theology." Lu Shen said brightly: "Every civilization may have someone who can interpret its destiny."
Wang Defa calmed down.
Because he didn't know what to say.
His own state was a bit confusing.
None of the monks around the collapsed Kunlun Tower spoke up, because the conversation between Wang Li, Lu Shenliang, and Wang Defa was like a sermon to them.
"The end of all civilizations is the ultimate division." At this time, Wang Li's voice sounded, "Sooner or later, all NPCs will discover the fact that they are NPCs, but I am not sure now whether the awakening and detachment of NPCs are also under this control.
It is part of the plan of the conspirators of the Law of Cause and Effect Weapon. But what my senior sister means is that there is no essential difference between NPCs and ordinary monks."
There was silence around the collapsed Kunlun Tower, and suddenly Wang Defa's voice sounded, "So if you can't find the person who uses the law of cause and effect weapon, and you can't figure out what fate is, then even if you are offline, it is no different from not being offline?"
After his voice sounded, there was a sound of heavy breathing.
All the monks present recovered from an inexplicable state of emptiness and confusion, and many of them laughed bitterly.
Indeed, if everyone in this world is under the arrangement of fate, then everyone is a puppet who has been arranged to come and go. There is no difference.
At this moment, Wang Li suddenly turned his head and looked south.
His previous thoughts had reached a certain seaside village in the Southern Continent, where there was a bald monk.
He already knew the true identity of the bald monk. At the same time, he also knew very well that if the bald monk had not proactively revealed some energy to him, he would never have discovered the other person's abnormality, let alone established a unique connection with him.
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With the current abilities of him and Lu Shenliang, as long as he puts his mind to it, the figure condensed by the same electric light can appear in front of the bald monk just like the holographic projection of the old era. But what is extremely strange is that he is clearly sure that
The bald monk was not far from the seaside village, but he lost track of him.
The bald monk and the two drunkards seemed to have suddenly lost contact with the world.
"This is the place."
At this time, the bald monk and two drunkards were in front of an island not far from that village.
The drunkard Lan Lingsheng lit up the island and said: "After the handsome monk who called himself Fakeyou told me and the teacher those things, he was struck by a few sudden bolts of lightning and fell in the middle of the island."
The bald monk nodded.
His expression became serious a few breaths ago.
This island is called Bad Omen Island by fishermen, and a wall of fog has been forming within an area of dozens of miles around it.
Through this wall of fog, looking at the island from where he and the two drunkards were, the island looked like a bra.
Two round islands of almost equal size are side by side, and the Nafak oil that Lan Lingsheng mentioned fell in the middle. Between the two islands is a white sand beach.
At this time, he could see clearly that there was a scorched reed on the edge of the white sand beach.
The reed was suspended in the sea water, no matter how washed by the sea water, it remained as motionless as a mountain.