Mysterious Resurrection: Beginning with the Bride's Curse

Chapter 177 Discussing Philosophy with Zhang Dong

Human parchment is an extremely mysterious thing. This strange parchment has run through Yang Jian's life.

Even now, and even in the future, this parchment will be extremely weird.

"What's the use of revealing part of my plan?"

"Yang Jian will never believe you, and you will never know all my plans."

Wind and rain never move people's hearts.

He experienced very few things, but every time he experienced it was between life and death.

And most of them are antiques.

Yang Jian is still immature, but the future Yang Jian will not be immature.

As for why Yang Jian was given face, it was very simple. The two of them had the ability to exchange lives.

What he was afraid of was never the current Yang Jian.

"The future is getting more and more confusing, and there is still too little cake."

"By the way, I don't seem to have had a pen test with Zhang Dong. How strong was Zhang Dong in his heyday?"

To be honest he was curious.

"Would you like to have a fight?"

"I feel like your previous estimate was wrong. Those old guys can't compare to Zhang Dong."

He Yin'er said seriously.

"Perhaps, I think everyone is an ant now, and I feel that Zhang Dong is the same, but from the facts, it doesn't seem to be the case."

"Zhang Dong has never weighed me, and neither have I."

Yu Zhile stood up, and He Yin'er stepped on Yu Zhile's feet with his bare feet.

"Go." He Yin'er asked.

"Yeah." Yu Zhile nodded.

He Yin'er didn't speak, but she quickly put on a wedding dress, and her figure became illusory in the blink of an eye.

Yu Zhile looked up at the sky covered with dark clouds, and his figure disappeared instantly.

This time we go to weigh the Republic of China as the strongest, it will not die, maybe it will be defeated.

Why do you have this idea? Because Zhang Dong has entrustment and he has to go.

In a supernatural place, in an old house, an old man opened his eyes, and an illusory scene appeared in front of him.

There are several elderly people in the picture, and their condition does not seem to be very good.

They seemed to need help, and Zhang Dong subconsciously wanted to go and help.

But soon he discovered that something was wrong with their situation, and they seemed not to be alive.

It seems to be a spiritual call.

Moreover, this illusory red door seemed unable to support him in passing.

Zhang Dong looked at those familiar people, especially after seeing the familiar old man, he was a little silent.

"Can you still be summoned?"

"Didn't Yu Zhile eat you completely?"

Zhang Dong looked at Meng Xiaodong outside the door in confusion.

"Yu Zhile? Who is he?" The indifferent young man outside the door was a little confused, and even the old guys with shocked faces were also confused.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Dong frowned. Apparently they didn't know Yu Zhile.

"Yu Zhile?" The young man murmured to himself, and suddenly his expression turned cold, "I remembered."

The moment the young man said these words, a young man with a smile quietly appeared outside the red door.

"Tsk, tsk, I haven't seen you for a long time, Zhang Dong. After the last time I fought you, except for Yang Jian and those two guys, I basically have no opponents."

Zhang Dong was confused, "I have never fought with you."

"Huh?" The young man hesitated a little. After looking at the situation at Zhang Dong's side, he suddenly realized, "It's about to happen soon."

Zhang Dong's eyes flickered slightly, and there was a brief moment of astonishment in his turbid eyes, but he soon thought of the reason, "Is my son okay?"

"The house is full of children and grandchildren," the young man said.

"That's not bad." Zhang Dong nodded, with a smile in his eyes, "Has the supernatural being in the future been dealt with?"

"It hasn't started yet, but it will be soon." The young man shook his head.

"Is this so?" Zhang Dong muttered to himself.

Several members of the Republic of China team outside the door listened to the conversation between the two in astonishment. Yang Jian looked at the young man coldly.

"You haven't given up on your plan yet?"

The young man shrugged, "In a few days at most, my plan will be over. If you can't stop me then, then you are incompetent. Of course, you can't stop me either. Your current level is still too low. Have you just woken up?" How long have you been, you can't beat me now."

Zhang Youhong next to her opened her mouth. Before, Yang Jian said that her level was low, but now someone actually said that Yang Jian's level was low. Who is this young man?

Is this young man named Yu Zhile?

Zhang Dong seemed to know him, but why didn't they have the slightest impression?

Also, why did Zhang Dong say that Meng Xiaodong was let off?

"I remember that the ghosts are in your hands. Logically speaking, you won't be able to summon them." Zhang Dong looked at the young man behind the blood-red door.

"What do you mean, I thought it was fun, so I asked Yin'er to recruit them to play for a while. I thought it could change Yang Jian's cognition, but unfortunately, although Yang Jian's level is low, he has taken that step anyway." The young man laughed. said.

"You like playing very much?" Yang Jian looked at Yu Zhile gloomily.

"Having done it once, I don't think I'm any worse than you now."

"No, let's wait until later. Aren't you going to let Zhang Dong weigh you now? You can give it a try." Yu Zhile waved his hand. There was no point in fighting Yang Jian now. Yang Jian was too weak now.

Yang Jian had no expression on his face and turned to look at Zhang Dong.

Zhang Dong shook his head, "I can't defeat you. You are the only one born in an era. Although some people have the intention to give way, you are not something that a dying person like me can weigh. Besides, this gate cannot support me." come over."

"And, I will weigh another being next."

Yang Jian didn't speak, but Meng Xiaodong, who was standing next to Yang Jian, had his lips trembling and a tear flowed from the corner of his eye.

Zhang Dong sighed, "Sorry, I can't help you anymore."

The tears from the corners of Meng Xiaodong's eyes were gently wiped away.

Yang Jian narrowed his eyes slightly, "You can really do it."

Zhang Dong smiled and said nothing.

"What should you do now?" Yang Jian looked at Zhang Youhong and others.

Yu Zhile waved his hand and wiped out the door. Yang Jian turned his head sharply and looked at Yu Zhile, with fear in his eyes.

This guy……

The red door disappeared, Zhang Dong exhaled, and there was no regret in his eyes.

His choice was correct. With those guys here in the future, the supernatural recovery will definitely be solved.

"Another great guy appears in the future, but the other guy is a bit playful." Zhang Dong shook his head, his eyes shifted to the white coffin next to him, his eyes were rare and soft. After all, it is his own son, who cares about him?

"You asked me to come here just for Zhang Xianguang?" At the door of the old house, Yu Zhile leaned on the door and looked at the white coffin.

"Well, he is about to be born, and I plan to let you take him." Zhang Dong did not hide anything and nodded.

"Okay." Yu Zhile didn't refuse, it was just a small matter.

"I'll take over your arrangement."

Zhang Dong smiled.

"You could have passed by just now, you just needed to open a door yourself." Yu Zhile said suddenly.

"Is this necessary?" Zhang Dong shook his head, "I, an old guy, won't need to take action in the future."

"Yang Jian, you and those guys are enough."

"You do believe in us." Yu Zhile was noncommittal.

"Although I don't want to get involved in your affairs, are you too cruel to those ghost masters?" Zhang Dong hesitated for a while and asked.

"What you gain is what you lose. Everything has a price. I allowed them to easily control the ghost and greatly reduced the risk of the ghost reviving. They should be grateful."

"I gave them one more day to live, so in the end they should repay me."

Zhang Dong sighed and said that he must not be able to convince the other party. They have their own set of rules for doing things.

"How many people will survive in the end?"

"Ninety percent, except for a small number of ghost masters, the rest will be eaten by me."

Zhang Dong was silent.

Finally he let out a long sigh.

"Xian Guang will be born tomorrow. After he is born, we will fight." Zhang Dong did not dissuade Yu Zhile. He would not care about the future, he would only care about the present.

"Okay." Yu Zhile walked into the old house, pulled up a chair and sat down.

"In the current supernatural land, the ghosts are all migrating in one direction. It seems to be Luo Qian's endless cemetery. The ghosts disappear after entering. What did you do?" Zhang Dong waved his hand and a table appeared.

Yu Zhile nodded, reached out and tapped the table slightly, and two cups of steaming tea appeared on it. He picked up one cup, blew on the hot air, and took a sip.

"There are too many evil ghosts accumulated in the supernatural land. I don't know how many evil ghosts there have been since the evil ghosts appeared until now, but there must be a lot."

"I can't eat it all in a short time."

"There's no problem with you here, but it won't be long before the ghosts in the supernatural land are fully revived, and many people will die in reality." Zhang Dong picked up the tea cup and looked at the rising heat, with a hint of something in his eyes. Trance.

They worked hard all their lives to imprison most of the evil ghosts in supernatural places, but as time passed and the people who suppressed them died, those imprisoned evil ghosts began to recover.

From the beginning of recovery to now, more and more evil ghosts have awakened, and in the end they will fully recover.

And this is just a supernatural land. In the deepest part of the supernatural land, there are still ghosts.

The barrier of the supernatural land is almost gone. When the time comes, those ghosts will enter the supernatural land with their intact bodies.

"I'm curious about one thing. Who made the rules of the supernatural land? When a complete ghost comes in from the outside, the killing rules and the degree of terror will be directly divided."

"Although I can do it, and it's easy to do it, but for me now, I definitely couldn't do it in the past."

"You were the strongest during the Republic of China, but it was definitely not your doing, because you didn't have this killing pattern. Does this mean that before the Republic of China, there was still terror?"

Li Gui can only trace it back to the Republic of China, but the Republic of China is obviously not the source.

If the evil ghost really only started to appear now, then Yu Zhile would not be polite.

"There is a being in the West who is called the God of Creation. He has a story that is widely circulated."

"His followers spread this story to highlight the power of this being."

"The story is like this, he said, all of us are living in the dream of that existence. We are all fictitious existences. When that existence wakes up, we will also be destroyed."

"For that being, our world is just a dream for that person. For that being, the dream is very short, but for us, it is a lifetime."

"When he wakes, we die; when he sleeps, we live."

"When that being wakes up, the world is destroyed. When that being falls asleep again, a new world will be born and creatures will appear."

"I think there's some truth to it, but no one knows if it's true or not."

"Just like the guess you mentioned before, someone painted a world with a pen. Every word and deed of the people here was written by that person, and it is fixed."

"You were very immature at the time and made a firm guess, but it was actually not quite right."

"Everyone sometimes doubts the authenticity of this world and the truth of this world. According to modern society, is it possible that we are NPCs and this world is just a game."

"And those characters who founded dynasties in ancient times or left their names throughout the ages are characters controlled by the players, while those who do nothing and are mere traffickers are NPCs who advance certain processes one by one."

"This is also a guess, and it is beyond doubt."

Zhang Dong exhaled a breath of hot air, "According to science, everything in the world is subject to loss. Time brings decay, and even the sun has a lifespan."

"But ghosts are immortal. Even if they are burned to ashes, they will reappear in an extremely weird way."

"This cannot be explained scientifically, so metaphysics is used."

"It can be easily explained using metaphysics. Ghosts cannot be killed, and neither can the Dao."

“Ghosts act according to rules, and heaven and earth also act according to rules.”

"Is it possible that ghosts are actually the embodiment of the rules of heaven and earth?"

"And in mythology, what being can control the rules? If the rules don't die, he will not die?"

Zhang Dong looked at Yu Zhile.

Yu Zhile said two words expressionlessly, "Saint, heaven and earth are immortal, and saints are immortal."

"It doesn't really matter what the world is like, just like Mengdie said."

"No one knows the truth."

"Whether our world is true or false, no one can know the truth."

"Because no one can grow up to transcend the world."

"I know this. The things I create will never have abilities beyond mine in the world I create. At most, they will be equal to me, but this must be done with my consent."

"The philosophical issues are too deep, even now I can't figure them out too much."

"The more you think about this kind of thing, the easier it is to fall into it. If you think about it too much, you will get confused." Yu Zhile was a little helpless.

"Don't doubt the true nature of this world, because essentially, it is all created."

"Someone said that when you think about a world, the world exists. When you forget, the world disappears. For you, you only think about it for a few seconds, but for these few seconds, in that The world does have countless years.”

"One thought brings about the birth of all things, and one thought brings about the death of all things." Zhang Dong said.

"As long as you think about it, it has existed." Yu Zhile smiled, "Discussing philosophy really makes you feel happy."

"Although I can't feel this emotion now, I know I should be happy now."

“I can’t imagine how deep the philosophy was in the mind of the founder of the Tao Te Ching.”

Zhang Dong just smiled and said nothing. In this world where you gamble on luck first and then judge your brain, it is really nice to have someone with whom you can discuss your hidden thoughts.

(End of this chapter)