Yin and Yang Taoist Code

Du Miaomiao had already screamed and fell out when her sea of ​​consciousness was shaken. Her delicate face was pale, blood was flowing from all seven orifices, and her head was in great pain as if it was about to explode.

She had suffered backlash in the past, so she was mentally prepared for this result, but she did not expect that the backlash would be so serious this time. If she had not stopped in time, she would have been dead, and now her soul has been severely damaged.

But this was still not enough to suppress the shock in her heart.

Her mind reading was innate, not the ordinary soul searching method. Although it was not as clear as soul searching, it was more secretive. The previous evil fairy was like this. She "read" his mind but he didn't notice it. As long as there was a soul, she could "read" some of the mind. Except for Li Chuyi, this freak, she had never hit a wall.

Seeing Li Chuyi confused just now, she impulsively wanted to try to find out the reason for Li Chuyi's memory problem. She didn't expect to succeed, but unexpectedly she actually found something. Although the backlash almost killed her, it was still not as shocking as her heart.

"Who are you?!"

"I'm your uncle!!!"

Amidst the curses, the Ya Zi sword chopped off his head.

He finally did a good deed, but unexpectedly saved a demon who wanted to find out his secrets!

"Don't kill me. I know what's wrong with you. If you don't kill me, I'll tell you. If you kill me, you'll never know it! ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

She screamed with her eyes closed, but she didn't feel the blade coming for a long time. She secretly opened her eyes and took a look. Du Miaomiao's cold sweat suddenly became more urgent. She saw that the Ya Zi sword was only half an inch close to her forehead, and the coldness of the blade pierced her skin and flesh.

"Speak!" Li Chuyi looked at her coldly, "If you don't speak well, you will die!"

Du Miaomiao nodded quickly and stammered: "Yes, yes, I'll say, I'll say, you... who are you?"

Li Chuyi was so angry that he glared and cursed: "Fuck, I'm your uncle!"

"No, I don't mean that, I mean... you... I..."

Du Miaomiao was frightened and stuttered even more. She hesitated for a long time but couldn't find a suitable excuse. Seeing Li Chuyi's impatience, she gritted her teeth.

"You are not you!"

"Huh?"

Li Chuyi raised his eyebrows and felt that this witch was playing tricks on him. Just as he was about to drop the sword, he heard her say again: "You are also you, not, um... you are not all you, you have two you, do you understand?"

"Understand shit, do you understand what you said?"

He tilted his head and looked at Du Miaomiao speechlessly: "Witch, tell me the truth, are you sick?"

He pointed to his forehead.

"I'm not sick, I'm telling the truth!"

Du Miaomiao was so anxious that she cried, and she made up her mind and told him everything.

"I have been different from others since I was a child. I can read other people's thoughts through their eyes! Later, after becoming a monk, I realized that this is not a spell, but a natural supernatural power. My talent is not as detailed as the information obtained by soul searching, but it is far more secretive and domineering than soul searching. The evil fairy just now didn't realize that I read his mind. So far, you are the only exception. I couldn't read your thoughts in the Nuanchun Pavilion that year, and you found out and taught me a lesson. Just now, I saw that you seemed to have lost your memory, so I wanted to test whether I could help you get your lost memories back. You must know that the human heart is the most complicated and mysterious. Many things you think you have forgotten are actually not there. They may be hidden in the corner of your memory, but the lack of a guiding path will make you unable to remember, even if someone tells you!" The sword moved away a little, and Li Chuyi showed an interested look: "Then tell me, did you find my lost memory?" "No!" Du Miaomiao shook her head, and then showed a confused look, "But, I seem to hear the voice of another you!" Quiet. A breeze blew by, and a chill ran down Li Chuyi's back.

"You mean... I was possessed by someone? There's another person's soul hiding in my body?!"

"No, it's not possession. I don't know how to explain it. I've never encountered this situation before."

Forgetting the sword above his head for a moment, Du Miaomiao muttered while thinking:

"Let me put it this way. No matter how complicated a person's mind is, he will only have one voice. The voice I'm talking about doesn't refer to the thoughts in his heart, but the pulsation of the heart, or the pulsation of the soul. But you are different. There is nothing wrong with your soul. Like everyone else, there is only one, but your soul has two pulsations. These two pulsations are almost identical, entangled together and almost unnoticeable. I only discovered the existence of the other you when I was backlashed. At that time, your killing thoughts were divided into two, which looked exactly the same on the surface, but one was much stronger and more indifferent than the other!"

"Multiple personalities?" Thinking of the Taoist priest who had mentioned the existence of such people, Li Chuyi was stunned and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "After all this time, I'm really a psychopath?"

Du Miaomiao denied his idea and explained seriously: "No, it's not multiple personality. I have seen such people. Although they are capricious and look like two different people, their hearts still have only one pulse. It's just that they are torn into several parts for some reason. They seem complete, but each part is incomplete. Only when they are put together can they be a complete person. You are different. Your two voices are independent of each other but unified with each other, just like the two sides of a mirror. They are complete when separated and complete when put together. This is the first time I have encountered such a situation. I can't explain it too clearly because of my shallow Taoism. I can only say that you must have encountered something that changed your soul, or your soul has been injured that you can't even detect, or your soul has given birth to a soul that is exactly the same as your own, just like a two-headed snake, which is one body but slightly different." "So I am still a psychopath." After thinking for a long time, Li Chuyi came up with the answer. Du Miaomiao opened his mouth but said nothing. After thinking for a while, Li Chuyi asked, "What happened to my memory? Was it sealed in another me, or did he leak some of his memory to me? Which of us is the real me? Damn, I am confused by this question. Can you understand what I am asking?"

"Yes!" Du Miaomiao nodded, with a look of regret on her face, "But I can't answer you, because I don't know. Maybe you are real, maybe he is real, maybe you are both real, or maybe you are both fake, and only together are real, all possible, you have to study this question yourself, I can only help you so much."

"What you said is the same as not saying anything!"

Li Chuyi rolled his eyes, put away the Jiaozi sword and sat on the ground.

He could see that Du Miaomiao had tried his best, but his situation was too strange, and it was estimated that even the gods could not help him.

Thinking carefully, he remembered everything from childhood to adulthood clearly, including the revenge of the Taoist priest, the revenge of his mother, and the revenge of his grandfather and Yu Yao and others. In total, he didn't forget many things, so it seems that he might be the real one.

But then he thought about it again, it felt wrong, who knows if the other him also remembers these things?

Moreover, Du Miaomiao said that he had forgotten his uncle and aunt who treated him like his own children, as well as his fiancée from a wealthy family. He had been alone for so many years, and suddenly heard that he was actually a married man. The little fat man was really a little uncomfortable. From these, could it be that the current self was fake?

"Oh my god!!!!"

Scratching his scalp frantically, as if he wanted to pull all his hair off, Li Chuyi was depressed to death.

He felt that learning "Tian Yan Ming Shu" from a Taoist priest was better than thinking about these things. The former would only drive people crazy, and the latter would drive people to death.

If the other self was fake, it would be fine. If this self of his was fake, wouldn't it mean that the current self would have to die one day in the future?

Thinking of this, Li Chuyi didn't know whether he should be unwilling or relieved. He thought about it and couldn't figure it out, so he scratched his scalp hard and vented his anger again.

Seeing Li Chuyi struggling with himself, Du Miaomiao felt pity and could not help but persuade him: "Don't think about it, this matter can't be rushed. The boat will naturally straighten itself when it reaches the bridgehead, and there will always be a day when the truth will come out in the future. Anyway, these things have no effect on you, so it's better to let it go. Be careful not to collapse if you think too much, which will be more troublesome." Hearing Du Miaomiao's consolation, Li Chuyi suddenly had an idea: "You just said that I am like the two sides of a mirror?" "Yeah!" Nodding, Du Miaomiao said softly: "It's not accurate, but this is the most appropriate metaphor I can think of." "It doesn't matter." Li Chuyi waved his hand casually and bowed his head to think. The two sides of a mirror are usually used to represent inseparable opposites, such as gain and loss, success and failure, life and death, and... yin and yang. These are all coexisting and inseparable entities. If one of them exists, the other must be accompanied. And Li Chuyi thought of the latter two. Yin and yang, life and death, both in meaning and in essence, best fit his current situation. The Dao Canon he had been studying since childhood contained all five elements, including both yin and yang. His flesh body was a freak that coexisted with life and death, and it was an alternative existence that was both contradictory and unified. Now the death energy was rising and occupying the entire flesh body, and the vitality in the body was hard to see. Even the Dao Yuan was suppressed for the most part and dared not show its head in the Dao Seed. In other words, except for the soul, he was not the original him now, but a brand new him that he had never experienced before.

If the original him represented life, the current him represented death; the original him represented yang, and the current him represented yin.

In this way, it was possible that two identical but different him would produce two entangled and similar spiritual pulses. Because the soul had not changed, the two were inseparable, and because the states represented were different, there was a slight difference. Isn't this exactly what Du Miaomiao wanted to express to him?

If the guess was true, then Du Miaomiao was wrong about one thing, that is, neither of the two selves was complete.

Only by merging and unifying into one can one be truly complete. Only then can one be truly oneself. Otherwise, no matter how complete one is, it is only nearly complete. There must be incompleteness. The loss of memory is the best proof.

Li Chuyi also thought of the method of fusion, but it cannot be realized for the time being.

The method is very simple, balance life and death, reconcile yin and yang, and free yourself from the extreme shackles of choosing between life and death. In other words, if you cultivate the "Tao Canon" to perfection, then all the memories you have lost will definitely come back.

But with this method, Li Chuyi could only smile bitterly.

"Tao Canon" is too obscure. He has made little progress on the yang side, and he still doesn't even have a clue on the yin side.

The death energy all over his body was stewed by him and he could only refine some embarrassing Yin death energy, which was not even Dao Yuan. How long and long will he be able to reach the state of harmonizing Yin and Yang life and death, and find the missing energy? What about memory?

wry smile.

I can only smile bitterly.