The Heavens: Falling Ink From Douluo

Chapter 1251 The Truth of Zhuang Zhou’s Dream of a Butterfly

"perhaps you're right."

Tushan Honghong let out a long breath.

If she was still the same person she was before.

Before being caught.

She will definitely refute.

They are fox spirits, how can they be like animals?

However, after experiencing this accident, reality has taught her a good lesson. The life of a fox demon is life, the life of a human is life, and the life of an animal is also life. They can deprive the lives of small animals. So, for the old and young Taoist priests who are more powerful than them, no matter what despicable means others use to capture them, they can only wait for execution like those small animals.

It's like the hunter and the prey.

Under normal circumstances, the prey must be executed by the hunter.

It's okay to kill it and eat the meat.

Even skinning them to make clothes is fine.

These are the hunter's powers.

No one cares about the strength of the hunter and the prey.

Just like an experienced old hunter hunting a tiger.

I definitely can’t win in a one-on-one fight.

But no one says you can't use traps.

No one has stipulated that mechanical devices and bows and crossbows cannot be used.

Lin Chaoci is equivalent to a businessman. He is a traveling merchant passing by and sees the goods he likes, so he buys the prey from the hunter through barter and then disposes of it himself.

As long as the hunter is willing, there is nothing wrong with it.

Anyway, one of the hunters' processing channels is to take the animal carcasses to the butcher shop in the market to sell them for money.

As long as the price is right, nothing is a problem.

It even saves the effort of running errands.

Because of this, what Lin Chaoci did was not wrong.

Even though it sounds a bit hard to accept.

“Maybe I’m wrong too.”

Lin Chaoci was not distracted by Tushan Honghong's approval. Instead, he raised his hand and touched Tushan Honghong's little head. Looking at Tushan Honghong who no longer resisted, he suddenly laughed: "If possible, I hope you remember one truth: there is no absolute right or wrong in this world. If you say you deserve to die, everyone deserves to die from the moment they eat... Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly. In an idealistic world, right and wrong are also idealistic. The only thing that can determine right or wrong is strength."

"Zhuang Zhou Mengdie?"

"Big brother, what does this mean?"

Tushan Rongrong didn't understand so she asked.

The eyes that had been narrowed are now open.

In fact, it should be said that it started since being rescued by Lin Chaoci.

Tushan Rongrong's eyes remained open.

Staring at Lin Chaoci.

Really, it made Lin Chaoci feel a little scared.

As everyone knows, Boss Rong, that is, Tushan Rongrong, rarely opens his eyes. Once Tushan Rongrong opens his eyes, it is either some shocking event or gossip, and there has never been an exception.

If Lin Chaoci didn’t know that no one in this world could hurt him.

The Immortal-Slaying Sword is in hand.

Even if the third young master came, he would dare to fight with him.

Moreover, he may not be the loser.

Lin Chaoci would have made Tushan Rongrong close her eyes long ago.

Otherwise, just squint.

In short, keeping your eyes open does give people a sense of pressure.

However, although there was always a chill in his heart, Lin Chaoci did not ignore her or deliberately ignore Tushan Rongrong. After hearing Tushan Rongrong's question, he sorted out his words and explained with a smile: "Zhuang Zhou's Dream of the Butterfly is an allusion. That is to say, there was a man named Zhuang Zhou who dreamed that he turned into a butterfly. After waking up from this dream, he questioned whether the dream I just had was true or false. If it was true, was it me who just turned into a butterfly and my consciousness attached to this butterfly, or was it this butterfly that turned into me and its consciousness attached to me..."

"Here it comes, boss' philosophical question."

Wen Bolin scratched his head, looking puzzled. The other philosophies were fine.

He has followed Lin Chaoci for so long.

Gradually, I can understand some of it.

There is only Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly.

Sometimes he wondered if Zhuang Zhou was just too idle to do anything. Was a dream and a butterfly worth thinking so much about?

Shi Tang's qualifications are relatively shallow.

Never heard of it before.

Now that he heard about it, he immediately became interested and distinguished it from the difference between humans and butterflies: "Obviously, if this dream is true, Zhuang Zhou must be a human. He must have dreamed of a butterfly or his consciousness attached to the butterfly, because a butterfly cannot give birth to human wisdom. Once it gives birth to wisdom, Zhuang Zhou himself should not be called a human."

"Luckily the Taoist didn't hear you."

"Otherwise, at least I'll jump out and slap you twice."

"Those who insult others' ancestors are not human beings."

"It's really yours."

Lin Chaoci didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Then, he changed the subject and gave an example: "Do you know that the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass, one of the Ten Evils, is a plant? And the Green Emperor... Well, that's too far away from you. Anyway, let's be realistic. Suppose I say... we are in an illusion now. How can you refute it?"

"I can give myself a sword."

"Or it may disrupt the operation of mana."

“Pain keeps people awake.”

"Isn't this what you told us, Boss?"

Shitang didn't understand.

Ji Wuji understood.

Taking over Shi Tang's words, he smiled bitterly and said, "What if this environment can simulate everything, even change your cognition and behavior? You slashed yourself with a sword, but it was only you who slashed yourself with a sword in the illusion. You disrupted your magic power, but it was only you in the illusion who disrupted your magic power... This is a problem that cannot be proven. Am I right?"

"Yes."

“Like this grain of rice.”

“Just plain rice.”

Lin Chaoci flipped his hand nonchalantly.

No one could see clearly where he took it from.

Then I saw a bursting grain of rice.

The kind that is not cooked.

Hard.

It was placed on Lin Chaoci's fingertips.

Immediately, in front of Tushan Honghong and others' eyes that immediately widened, the grain of rice actually turned over and sat up. A mouth appeared on it, followed by its facial features, and it greeted everyone at the scene: "Hello, I am... who am I?"

"Look."

“It turns out that plants are alive, too.”

"They say that if you kill someone, you must pay with your life, and if you owe someone a debt, you must pay it back."

“How much rice have you eaten since you were a child?”

"What about the other stuff?"

“Vegetables, fruit, meat.”

Lin Chaoci's eyes were as calm as ever. He wiped out the intelligent rice with a backhand. Looking at Tushan Honghong, Tushan Rongrong, Wen Bolin and others whose worldviews seemed to be shattered at the same time, he smiled and said, "So, if we really decide whether a person should die based on right or wrong, then all living things in the world should die. Living things that rely on plants and other organisms should die, and plants that rely on the essence of the land and water should also die. When everything should die, this world should also die... Therefore, as a person, you should not be so extreme. Compared with being right or wrong, your stance is more important, and the bottom line should be above your stance. I hope you can understand this principle to some extent."

The world of idealism is so mysterious.

Anything can give rise to life.

Even God.

The way of heaven will also be born.

Who can deny that the Way of Heaven is not another form of life?

(End of this chapter)