Chapter 897

The person who opened the door was wearing a checkered shirt, jeans, and white sneakers. At first glance, it was obvious that he was a single dog without a girlfriend to help him match his clothes. He was ordinary and could be seen everywhere, but that face and that aura made Mengqi feel a chill around him.

It turned out to be another him!

Shouldn't he have died in the rented house? His parents had suffered the pain of losing their son for almost three years, right?

His facial features were carved from the same mold. His behavior was like a copy, and even his aura was exactly the same. When he was emotional, Mengqi thought it was caused by the dissipating fluctuations and didn't pay attention to it.

He watched the "himself" in front of him throw off the sneakers, put on the slippers, went into the kitchen, grabbed half a sausage that hadn't been cut yet, and started to eat it. His mother hit him hard on the head, and he only felt that the scene was like a reenactment of yesterday.

The beautiful memory played like a movie, but the one in the memory was not himself.

Who was real and who was fake? Was it true and false when the false was real?

Was it that the Devil Buddha or Yang Jian deliberately "created" another him in order to cover up and not be noticed, or was there something else hidden?

He stood in the living room, his figure hidden in the void, watching the warm scenes of the family play out.

"You're almost thirty years old, and you're still not serious. Go, go, go, take the dishes out." His mother pushed the "himself" who looked lazy.

The "himself" praised his mother's extraordinary sausage skills with a smile, and then took the cooked dishes out. He lowered his voice and asked his father, "How much money have you saved recently?"

His father covered his pocket with a vigilant look, "Little brat, are you thinking about your father's money again? Is it easy for your father? Every time I buy groceries, I only save a few yuan, and I have to use the old cigarette box to buy a pack of cigarettes. You brat, not only are you not filial to your father, but you are also thinking about my money. I really hate that I didn't have a daughter. "

The "himself" said with a pleading look, "Dad, I just want to ask, why are you so excited?"

As he spoke, he took out a stack of money and gave it to his father, "Quit smoking, and buy some cigarette oil or something to replace it."

Dad borrowed the money and suddenly sighed. "I'm just saying. Keep the money for yourself. Our family's conditions are average, so we can't help you much. Nowadays, girls have high expectations. You'll have to rely on yourself when you get married."

"Just take it. I'm young, strong, educated, and capable. I'm not afraid that I won't be able to see my daughter-in-law in the future …"

"Meng Qi, I'm not asking you to take care of me when I'm old, but you're almost 30, and you don't even have a partner. I'm so worried. Xiaoming, who lives next door, is a few years younger than you, but his son can already call him father. I know you're ambitious and don't want to make do with him, but you're getting older and older. You'll have fewer choices in the future. I'm getting old, and I'm not in good health either. I don't want to die without seeing my daughter-in-law …"

Seeing that his mother was getting more and more sad, the "himself" coughed and said with a smile, "Mom, it's not a big deal. There are dozens of girls who have a crush on me. Of course, I have to choose carefully."

His mother was amused. She glared at "herself" and said, "You only know how to brag! Bring one back before the end of the year if you can! "

"Yes, yes, yes. I will obey the Empress Dowager's order." Himself joked and the atmosphere of the dinner gradually softened.

One was talkative and full of love, the other was silent and full of love, and the other was active, persistent and filial. They formed a warm and beautiful family picture, which reflected in Mengqi's eyes, making his heart go up and down, and his emotions were complicated.

He was moved, reminisced, and felt sour, but he could only be like a spectator, quietly watching all this. There seemed to be a gap in front of him that he could not cross.

All this often appeared in his memories, but at that time, his mother rarely talked about his daughter-in-law. But now, he stood next to them, watching them enjoy the happiness of a family, and it had nothing to do with him.

He didn't know he was a guest in his dreams.

Washing the dishes, mopping the floor, chatting. When the "Mengqi" on earth returned to his room, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his heart beat rapidly, because there was a familiar figure sitting on the computer chair.

If he didn't know that there was no mirror and the clothes were very different, he would definitely think that he was looking at himself.

"Who are you?" he blurted out with a horrified expression.

Then he only felt that the voice echoed in the room, without any leakage.

Mengqi's smile was very faint, "Am I not you?"

His eyes emitted black and white light, and an ancient lamp illuminated the past and future. The Trailokyavijaya Wheel in his hand rotated quietly, directly awakening the memory of the "Mengqi" in front of him.

Bit by bit, the past reappeared. Mengqi experienced childhood, adolescence, and youth again, and there was no difference from his own memory. However, at the point of time, the memory of this "Mengqi" did not die. He was sent to the hospital, and then he understood that life was fleeting, so he quit his job and returned to the small county to live close to his parents.

The Trailokyavijaya Wheel rotated, and the memory went back to the past, and suddenly it was blank. This "Mengqi" did not have a previous life!

"So that's how it is …" Mengqi closed his eyes, and figured out the cause and effect.

In order to escape, the Devil Buddha acted cautiously. After putting his additional self into Su Ziyuan's body, he created another brand new soul to replace "Mengqi". This soul itself had no memory, but the Devil Buddha injected bits and pieces of his own into it, forming the same personality and behavior, and having the same memories. In a sense, it was not an exaggeration to say that he was "Mengqi".

After that, Yang Jian switched the beam with the pillar, and took his blood to mold the body, and replaced the physical body.

"With the self-awareness that he is Mengqi, with complete and detailed memories, and the same three views, the same personality, and the same hobbies, so the people around him and even himself believe that he is' me '," looking at the familiar facial features in front of him, Mengqi suddenly had some realization. "What is' me '? What is' him '? What is the unique symbol that distinguishes oneself from others? Genes could be duplicated, and bloodlines could be derived. Views toward certain things, feelings toward certain people or things, all came from memories and experiences. When another person had the exact same memories and experiences, who was the person that they were? Who am I? "

This was the uniqueness that Mr. Lu was describing, and this was the question that the Qing Emperor was pursuing. Finding oneself, finding the real "me", was the main link to improve the level of life, and was the key point to the Legendary, Creation, and even the Nirvana Realm.

Otherwise, how could the countless additional selves in the Myriad World, and how many selves in the past and future, recognize me as "me"?

Mengqi unconsciously left the room, walked to the sofa in the living room, and sat down. Various enlightenment flashed through his mind, and many doubts arose. His soul was like the night outside, sometimes he could see the moon and stars, but after all, it could not illuminate the darkness.

He did not hide his figure, and the black and white striped cat first hid to the side, and then poked its head to peep. Then, it seemed to smell a familiar scent, and leaped over, rubbing its head against his hand.

This rubbing passed through the time of a few years.

Mengqi touched the cat's head, sat quietly, and admired the night, thinking about himself as I am, and his whole body seemed to be shrouded in darkness.

The unique "me" not only came from personality and experience, but also the so-called trueness of nature, congenital nature, and the original imprint. This was also the reason why the additional self and the original self could always be connected.

Unknowingly, the rooster was crowing, and the east was already bright. The morning sun lit up the sky, and shone through the fog in Mengqi's heart. He felt that his internal organs were light, and gradually higher than the Myriad World. He was not far from the Celestial Being!

At this moment, the door of his parents' room opened, and his father walked out, and walked to the bathroom in a daze.

Glancing at the corner of his eyes, he saw Mengqi sitting on the sofa, and paused, and said, "So early? Did your mother's words yesterday make you worried? "

The familiar tone, the familiar care. Mengqi pursed his lips, looked down, and laughed softly, "Your son is so carefree, how could he be worried? I was too engrossed in the game, and stayed up all night, so I came out for some fresh air. "

To him, such a question and answer had been separated by more than thirty years. There was no need to be envious of the warm scene he saw last night.

"You." His father shook his head, and walked into the bathroom. When he came out, he saw Mengqi holding some green plants in his hands.

Mengqi smiled and handed it over, "Dad, this is the arm of an almost sentient Radix Isatidis. Uh, branches, it can cure all kinds of diseases. I bought it online, but I'm sure it's the real deal. Use seven bowls of water to boil the soup, and mix it with ordinary Radix Isatidis to share the medicine. Drink half a cup every day, and you won't cough anymore."

"Almost sentient Radix Isatidis?" His father sneered. His son was full of nonsense, but his filial piety was gratifying.

He took the Radix Isatidis, and hummed a little tune as he walked back to his room.

Mengqi stood in the faint white of the morning, quietly watching for a long time, and then left the house.

…

The fake 'Mengqi' felt weird when he woke up. He turned his head to the side and saw a piece of paper on the computer table, pressed with a strange metal sheet.

He picked up the paper and looked at it. There were a few sentences written on it:

"From now on, you are my brother."

"Dad and mom are old, and it's not good for them to make trouble. Nourish their bodies more, and the medicine will be passed to you."

"Use the Myriad World Talisman if you need anything."

'Mengqi' was confused and at a loss. What brother? What Myriad World Talisman?

At this moment, his phone rang. He picked it up, and an unforgettable sweet voice came through, "Hello, is this Mengqi?"

"Cai, Cai Yang?" 'Mengqi' was happy and surprised, "Why did you call me?"

"I asked a few people to get your number. Thank you for your advice yesterday, and I want to treat you to a meal. Well, if you don't mind, I have a friend who wants to ask you for help," Cai Yang said with some uncertainty.

"Okay, okay," 'Mengqi' did not hear the latter part of the sentence at all.

…

Walking on the stairs, Mengqi met a neighbor he had known for many years. He had achieved nothing, but now he looked energetic.

"Meng, why are you up so early today?" The neighbor brother greeted him eagerly.

Mengqi nodded, "I'm old, and my body can't take it anymore. I need to start exercising."

The neighbor brother nodded, and suddenly came over, "Meng, have you heard of …"

He's starting to Amway … Mengqi thought to himself.

The neighbor brother continued, "Have you heard of, heard of the Ajati Matriarch?"

Uh … Mengqi's gaze landed on his face.