Millennium 2000, the earth enters the age of gods and demons

Chapter 21 Who is 'I'?
"What did you say?"

The majestic middle-aged man or 'wrong' sat behind the long table, raised his head and fixed his eyes on Zhang Xiaoyu, and asked sharply.

Zhang Xiaoyu, lying on the ground like a dead fish, was soaked in sweat all over his body.

At this moment, he was panting non-stop, as if it was rare to experience the feeling of smooth breathing in his body.

Hearing the 'wrong' question, he didn't answer right away.

Instead, he took a few deep breaths before opening his mouth, as if he let out a speechless ridicule first, and finally spoke softly.

"who am I?"

'Wrong' confirmed Zhang Xiaoyu's answer again, and he, who was sitting behind the long table, stood up for the second time.

He looked Zhang Xiaoyu up and down for a while, then raised his head and let out a hearty laugh, as if he saw something from Zhang Xiaoyu.

"Haha, interesting, interesting, really funny."

With this laughter came a warm current.

The warm current surged into Zhang Xiaoyu's body, and he gradually stopped suffering and returned to normal.

This warm current seemed to drive away all the wrong things in his body that didn't belong to him.

Zhang Xiaoyu then stood up slowly. In fact, he should have thought of it a long time ago. The wretched uncle told him these three words before leaving in the lounge.

"who am I?"

The voice 'hate' in his head before also made him understand who he is.

The wretched uncle told him that if you want to have power, you must have a strong heart.

But a strong heart needs to understand - who am I?

If you don't even know who you are, how can you pursue your own way?

And without your own Tao, how can you have a strong heart?

Without a strong heart, how can we resist the pollution of wrong forces and prevent corruption!
'who I am? 'This question, no one can give others the answer.

As the wretched old man said:
"Tao can be said, very Tao. If you have not experienced it yourself, no matter how others describe it in words, you will not understand it. If you don't understand it, you don't understand it. Even if others say it, you will not understand it, because you can use it. The 'Tao' described in words is just looking at the flowers in the fog."

Just like the 'mistake' that happened to Zhang Xiaoyu just now, can he express his feelings and feelings clearly in words?

Even if it is possible to describe that kind of 'wrong', after hearing Zhang Xiaoyu's description, can they feel the feeling of being wrong?
No!

Therefore, no one can tell Zhang Xiaoyu "who am I", because even if he is told, he will not understand.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaoyu still doesn't know who his 'I' is.

But he has already understood the crux of the problem, and since then he is also a 'Tao' seeker.

This is also where 'wrong' finds it funny.

Zhang Xiaoyu, whom he finds interesting, will definitely bring interesting changes to the world.

Because no one has both 'hate' and 'wrong' at the same time.

And He is waiting for the world to change.

After Zhang Xiaoyu waited for the laughing 'wrong' to end, he didn't ask who 'I' was.

Instead, he bent down and bowed his head, and asked slowly: "Can you tell me, how should I find out who 'I' is?"

The middle-aged man looked 'wrong', looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and smiled, and asked back.

"So at this moment, who do you think you are?"

"I'm Zhang Xiaoyu?"

Zhang Xiaoyu blurted it out immediately, but then realized something was wrong, so he said it again.

"No, it's not that simple."

"That's right. A person's name can be changed all the time. The name Zhang Xiaoyu is definitely not the real 'you'."

'Wrong' stood in front of Zhang Xiaoyu, with his hands behind his back, nodded in satisfaction, and replied approvingly.

"I am an excellent employee of Wei's Skills Department?"

"That's not right, I can also go to work in other companies, such as gas stations, and what I do does not represent 'me'!"

Zhang Xiaoyu drew inferences from one instance and thought again.

"I have had low self-esteem since I was a child, and I was not liked by my family. I was broken up in love some time ago, and I was still a virgin. The past 19 years have been a miserable and tragic life."

"Could it be that 'I' is a miserable person?"

"But this feeling is not right!"

"Am I a low self-esteem, introverted, sensitive, suspicious, withdrawn and out of gregarious person? Still not right!"

"Am I a person who is emotional, dedicated to love, and deeply affectionate? But it's still not right!"

"Then am I a person who is sometimes rational and sometimes emotional, and often conflicts? Still not right!"

"No, no, still no!"

Zhang Xiaoyu stood there, lowered his head and muttered to himself, frowning tightly, trying to think and analyze.

He just thought of an answer, but he quickly shook his head in negative.

He felt like his head was about to explode, but he still couldn't figure out who "I" was?
"Boy, don't think about it anymore. If you think about it, you can't think of an answer. I can only tell you that everything you just said is not the real 'you'."

"Everyone asks who others are, or is asked who they are, every day? But it's all wrong!"

"Because the me that can be described is not the role you play, or the identity you emotionally identify with. Whether it's suffering or sadness, it's not your true self!"

'Wrong' stood aside with his hands behind his back, looking at Zhang Xiaoyu who was thinking with his head down, and he gave his own answer.

"Ah! No, am I my body?"

Zhang Xiaoyu was surprised and spoke again, but his words were full of doubts and a little unconfident.

"Flesh body, that's the "way" of the samurai, just because they only pay attention to the physical body, so they often fall into madness."

'Wrong' quietly looked at Zhang Xiaoyu's puzzled expression, and slowly added.

"If you want to truly understand who "you" is, you have to find it in your heart, and it will tell you the answer!
When you really start to understand it, you slowly have your own power. "

"It's a wrong world. If you follow others, then you will never have your own answers. Everything depends on you."

At this time, the 'Wrong' put his hands behind his back and let out a long sigh, like a senior who was walking on the road of loneliness, and was seriously admonishing Zhang Xiaoyu, who was coming later.

"Wrong world, what's going on?"

Zhang Xiaoyu had been trying to think about who "I" was, but when he heard this, he had doubts again.

"Hey! Boy, do you think that if the source of this world is wrong, then what everyone learns and understands after birth is also wrong?"

"With the passage of time, the latecomers are learning based on the experience of their predecessors, but what they have learned is all obtained by the predecessors themselves at the source, with a half-knowledge. If you go directly to learn or Will it be wrong to add to the wrong if it is applied?"

The majestic 'wrong' looked earnest, and after a pause, he waved his hand, as if a little tired.

"Okay, I've said enough for today, and how can I be sure I'm not contaminated?"

"Is what I understand now completely correct?"

The majestic 'wrong' raised his finger to the top of his head.

"'He' is above our heads all the time!"

(End of this chapter)