Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

Do you already know? Millicent was a little surprised.

They already knew about Shapolili through communication, but Wuming was kept in the dark from the beginning to the end.

The ring finger pointed at Mikaela floating in the air: He has already told me.

Michaela landed from mid-air:

The place where you stand now, everything you see, the warmth you touch with your fingertips... are all constructed by me. You can still find time to tell Wuming the ins and outs.

He snapped his fingers, and a vortex appeared in mid-air. His big horny hand stretched out and threw Melina into it.

But now, you may not be so happy anymore. Everything will no longer be so concrete. Be prepared and keep your mind. Michaela warned everyone seriously.

As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding scene collapsed. All concrete objects disappeared, and people's minds turned into chaos. In this realm of dreams that is difficult for living beings to enter, they fall into a state of confusion and ignorance - the state of dreaming.

The crazy businessman felt the joy of victory, the pain of the bad omen of childbirth pierced the man's brain, the tiny mosquitoes were trampled and walked in the temple, and the mouth of the noble demigod was filled with the taste of defilement.

The perceptions of all living beings, regardless of species, gender, love, hate, are all mixed together.

The border area fell into unprecedented silence, with no more pain, despair, and joy. There is only an ambiguous consciousness. Just like the state of chaos, or perhaps more ethereal and illusory than chaos.

Among the huge consciousness, only Michaela's consciousness has not been integrated into it.

In front of him, Shapolili was wearing ancient clothes, with curly hair, looking at Mikaela with empty eyes.

After the black sun dissipated, the unification of all consciousness completely began, so Chappolili also sensed the dissipation of the black sun. The destruction of epileptic ideals.

Chappoli was disappointed:

He gave up. He gave up burning the border area to ashes.

Your king has let you down, Michaela said.

Since you have given up your mission, you are no longer the king of epileptic fire of our generation. Shapolili said in a calm tone. Before, he was quite enthusiastic about Wuming, but now he has abandoned it. But he can't escape. The prophecy of his own destiny is unmistakable, and he will definitely melt all life.

Okay, okay. Michaela waved her hand and was not interested in what Chapolili said. Don't talk about prophecies. I like to control my destiny in my own hands.

Chapolili smiled:

It is a very brave attempt to realize the unification of consciousness in the dream and complete the construction of 'one'. Lord Michaela, now all the creatures in the border area are in your hands. But - I still exist here. .

Ms. Michaela, you may be right, 'One' cannot resist the Supreme Will's re-differentiation of life. But you are not the Supreme Will. If you want to completely eliminate me, you must integrate yourself into 'One'. But living beings cannot escape their own downward spiral destiny. Once you merge into the One and become the One itself, you cannot transcend yourself and differentiate again.

You think I can't? Michaela touched the ethereal consciousness. With every touch, Michaela's own existence dissolved a little, and the figure of Shapolili opposite became a little more transparent.

Chapolili spoke a little faster:

Even if you can re-differentiate, it doesn't make any sense. You said that the chaotic state of 'one' has no consciousness and will only re-differentiate in the next 'moment'. But I didn't expect that this is the same for me. You haven't understood yet, Xia Bo Lili is equal to chaos and will never die. I am conceptually immortal.

Michaela said: I am ready to conceptually eliminate you now and kill your roots.

Chapolili said: You haven't understood yet. I am indeed rooted in the distance between people's hearts, but it is more than that. Holy tree Michaela, you understand my concept as a tree and as life, and think that in addition to If I lose my roots, will I die? I am not a tree, nor am I a life. I have no concept of death.

You should understand me as an arrow, a hole. I am an arrow shooting towards chaos, pulling everything into the hole of chaos, and the end of the hole is chaos itself.

Michaela said: Oh, awesome, then you are invincible.

Of course, when life appears, Chapolili will appear; when chaos appears, Chapolili will blend into it and will not die, because Chapolili is equal to chaos; Chapolili's greatest enemy is not chaos, but order. . But extreme order is the breeding ground for chaos.

To a certain extent, chaos is the most tenacious existence. Michaela nodded, I just have one question - then why are you trying to persuade me?

Chapolili stopped talking, and his figure became even more distorted.

Because you are afraid, afraid of what I will do next. Michaela murmured, he glanced at Chapolili and smiled, ——You think I would think so, right?

Chapolili was stunned.

Michaela waved to the sky, and a huge pure golden needle fell down, like a giant tree, like a wedge covering the sky.

Michaela said: Xia Bolili, you are a despicable guy who likes to cheat and sneak attacks. You want to provoke me and let me construct the complete chaos, right? I forgot to tell you, I am not that big Ambition. I don’t intend to challenge the immortality of Chaos itself, I just want to... kill you.

Michaela smiled:

Chapolili is the same as chaos, but it does not mean that chaos is the same as Chapolili. Before you Chapolili, was there no chaos? You are just an incarnation of chaos, the form of chaos. What I want to destroy is just This form. Remember what I said - you are just a dog, not a dog owner.

Michaela looked up at the huge golden needle:

The reason why this annoying dog doesn't die is because he hides in the gaps in people's hearts. The more hearts and gaps there are, the harder it is to kill him.

Michaela smiled: It sounds a bit like those dogs hiding under 120 degrees - and now there are only two consciousnesses left in the world, me, the 'one' below. Then where can you hide? , there is only one - between these two hearts.

How is it possible... Chapolili looked up at the power of law pressing in the sky, Not even your mother...

“Ah, you often nag me about this,” Michaela said, “But my pure golden law only appeared because I thought my mother’s golden law was not strong enough.

Farewell now, blind devil, Chappolili.

The golden needle sank, and the giant wedge took Chappoli's original position, inserting him into the chaos below, completely blending in and disappearing.

Michaela lowered her eyes, golden light overflowing from her eyes. He controlled all the minds in the dream and felt the concept dissipate.

The name Chapolili has disappeared since then. Michaela whispered.

Michaela tapped her lips:

But...it went surprisingly well.

Progress was going well, and Chappolili's demise was certain. What struck Michaela as strange was not Chapolili, but the namelessness.

In view of Wuming's repeated disregard of his own power, Mikaila was prepared for the possibility of something happening again.

I thought that there would be a situation where Wuming, himself, and everyone else would stand on three sides, with three minds and three gaps.

He also specially prepared two more golden needles.

That's all, a good situation is not a situation.

Mikaela decided to put aside this problem for now and began to make preparations to separate those chaotic consciousnesses again.

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Wuming felt very strange when Michaela snapped her fingers.

Everything around them disappears, and the human mind becomes one wavelength after another, mixed together.

It reminded him of Serui's state.

The hearts of all people are intertwined together in a rather complex and mysterious way. It seems that there is golden silk and satin wrapping all these differentiated hearts, and the form and structure are quite elegant.

But Wuming didn't try to understand this form, it was too complicated.

He walked in this inexplicable and obscure atmosphere, as if he were among the stars, surrounded by shining souls.

The shining souls are densely packed, like thunder clouds, and the wavelengths of the soul converge and flicker, outlining incomprehensible shapes.

Wuming looked at those patterns and felt that Jie Zhi might have gotten inspiration from this place. Here contains the fate of all living beings, giving birth to those incomprehensible prophecies.

Rong Yao was in it, his eyes gradually blurred.

I will not die! A voice broke Wuming's concentration, Chapolili is equal to chaos and will never die.

Chapolili also blended into the crowd, or in other words, became part of a huge chaotic body.

Chapolili looked at the other life forms crowded together with him, full of disdain:

A bunch of idiots, I really misjudged you. But your self-impressions are useless. Melting into one is the destiny of your lives. Ah, may chaos fill the world! May chaos fill--

A fist struck Chappoli on the nose, interrupting his howl.

Why are you disturbing the people? Who made you howl like this? Wuming was dissatisfied, It's a pity that my inspiration and my elegance have all been ruined by you.

Chappoli tilted his head, feeling an incredible pain. Compared to the pain, the stronger emotions were shock and disbelief.

You— Chapolili looked at Wuming, How come you still have your own consciousness?

Why can't I have my own consciousness? Wuming asked, Wait, I know you.

Wuming pointed at Chapolili, his fingers trembling:

I almost didn't recognize you after taking off that layer of skin. You are Brynis, you are the one...

Wuming kicked Chapolili down:

Insects? Grass! Insects, fight!

Impossible! Chapolili screamed in severe pain, I am the existence of concepts, and this is the realm of dreams. It should be impossible for you to even recognize me. Why...why would I...

Chapolili's voice was extremely low, and his voice was mixed with a kind of fear:

Why do I feel pain...

Burnt by fire, hacked by knives and axes, the bodies possessed by Shapolili suffered various deaths, but he never felt pain. It's not that corpses can't feel pain, but as the incarnation of chaos, each corpse seems to be a hair extending from its own body.

It's just a hair on Jiu Niu's body, who cares about the pain.

But Wuming's punch was like... just like an ordinary punch, hitting an ordinary person in the face.

Huh? What's the concept? I don't understand. Wuming punched Shapolili again, Who cares what you are, you are a bug, die!

In a rare move, and arguably for the first time since his eyes were crushed, Chappolili protected his body from being beaten.

In this unprecedented clear pain, he actually felt a premonition of death.

Impossible! Chappoli yelled, Chappoli is equal to chaos and will never die!

Repeating the same words this time no longer seems like showing off, but more like trying to strengthen one's own understanding and embolden oneself.

When Wuming heard Shapolili howling like this, he temporarily stopped punching and kicking:

Chaos?

That's right, Chaos! Chapolili said, You idiot, you actually gave up the embrace of Chaos. That is the ultimate truth and destiny of the world. You were obviously chosen, but you abandoned your mission, Stupid, stupid!”

Wuming scratched his head: What about truth and destiny? Can you tell me something that a businessman can understand? What about chaos and the inability to die? I don't understand.

Chapolili also wanted to explain those mysterious concepts to him, but was interrupted by Wuming:

What I don't understand is, why is it equal to chaos and immortal?

So chaos is the inevitable trend of the world and the inevitable end of all things -

Wuming kicked Shapolili in the mouth, making him swallow the nonsense with his teeth.

You don't understand what I mean. Wuming raised his fist high, I mean - Chaos can be killed with fists, why do you say it can't die?

What did you say? Shapolili was stunned.

In my hometown, there is also something called Chaos. Wuming said, But it's still dead.

Can you kill Chaos? Chapolili felt like the world was spinning. If it weren't for the severe pain that was so real that he feared he would die, he would just laugh heartily, How can you kill abstract concepts...

I didn't kill Chaos. Wuming said.

Before Chappoli could breathe a sigh of relief, Wuming continued: I killed Chaos's mother.

The nameless fist struck down, and Chapolili digested the nameless words in his painful consciousness. He couldn't tell whether it was the nameless fist or the nameless words that had the greater impact.

Or maybe the two are the same thing.

During the severe pain that had elapsed for an unknown amount of time, Chappolili once again had an epiphany - namelessness itself may be a highly abstract concept. Under the concrete surface of the knight's armor, there were concepts he couldn't understand.

Wuming closed his fist and thought for a while:

But the last bit of Chaos' power, the Prince of Demons, was indeed taken away by me. I remembered that Chaos's mother is also a bug, so no wonder you are also a bug. But you are also a bug, so you are particularly annoying. There’s nothing classy about it.”

I can't understand, I can't understand... Chapolili murmured crazily. He couldn't accept Wuming's words, let alone understand Wuming.

Of course you can't understand it. Wuming said, Insect, how can you understand the sun! How can you pretend to be the sun!

Wuming drew his sword and pierced Shapolili's heart.

Chapolili felt that his existence was disappearing: It's impossible... I am equal to Chaos... Chaos is an abstract concept, how can it be killed...

Abstract concept? If it's an abstract concept, why do you want to appear in front of me in such a concrete way? Wuming sneered, I don't need a Chaos who is so specific and will unfairly compete with me. Let me die.

Wuming squeezed his belly and pulled out his intestines, then strangled his neck with his intestines and pulled hard. The whole tongue is sticking out.

It must be because it's not over yet... the end has not come yet... Chappolili squeezed out a hoarse curse in his throat, The prophecy is not wrong, you will definitely melt all life -

Wuming stepped on his head and exploded it.

The surroundings finally became completely quiet.

Ah, the whole world is pure.

Wuming let out a sigh of relief. He felt that his touch was not right when he stepped on Shapolili. It seemed that at the same time as he stepped on him, the opponent's existence also began to disappear. But Wuming was too lazy to pay attention, and began to feel the silence again, preparing to observe the patterns again.

Everything around him became blurry.

Eh? Don't worry. Wuming was a little unhappy, Wait a little longer, let me see again... You are so beautiful, please stay a moment!

The state of chaos was shattered, and all consciousness began to break away from the collective and return to their own bodies.

Junjie woke up from a big dream, as if his soul had rested, and he was full of energy to welcome a new day.

It seems that a wonderful future is waiting for everyone in the future.

Except that the surroundings are a bit bleak, everything is fine.

dim? The person who realized something was wrong raised his head and looked skillfully in the direction that symbolized faith.

Then they saw a golden tree with only a bare trunk.

“Where’s my canopy?!”