Chapter 1104 I Don’t Realize I Am Just a Guest in My Dream

The person who came in when he opened the door was wearing a plaid shirt, jeans, and white sneakers. At first glance, he looked like a single guy without a girlfriend to help him match his clothes. He was ordinary and could be seen everywhere, but that face and that aura made Meng Qi feel like he was chilling around him. Feel.

It turned out to be another me!

Shouldn't he die in the rental house? It has been almost three years since the parents suffered the pain of losing their son, right?

The facial features carved out of the same mold seemed to be copied from one another, and even the breath was exactly the same. Even when he was emotionally excited, Meng Qi thought it was caused by stray fluctuations and did not pay attention to it.

He watched "him" in front of him throw off his sneakers, put on slippers, go into the kitchen, grab half a sausage that hadn't been cut yet, and gnaw it. His mother gave him a hard knock on the head, and the scene seemed to reappear yesterday. , seems like fantasy and seems real.

The beauty of the memory played like a movie, but the one in the memory was no longer myself.

Who is true and who is false? Is the truth also false when it is false?

Did Mo Buddha or Yang Jian deliberately "create" another self in order to cover it up and not be noticed, or was there something else hidden?

He stood blankly in the living room, his body hidden in the void, watching the warm homely scenes unfolding one after another.

"I'm almost 30 years old, and I'm still not in shape yet, so go ahead and bring the dishes out." My mother pushed "himself" who looked lazy.

"Myself" smiled and praised my mother's extraordinary sausage skills, then took out the prepared dishes, lowered my voice, and asked my father: "How much private money have you saved recently?"

Dad covered his pocket with a wary look on his face: "You little bastard, are you trying to steal your father's private money again? Is it easy for you and me? Every time I buy groceries, I have to save a few dollars to buy a pack of cigarettes. You have to use the old good cigarette box to put it in. Not only do you not respect your father, you are always trying to get my private money. I really wish I didn't have a daughter."

"Self" said with a displeased look on his face: "Dad, let me ask you, are you so excited?"

As he spoke, he took out a wad of money and handed it to his father: "Stop smoking and buy some cigarette oil or something instead."

Dad had borrowed money and suddenly sighed: "I just said, keep the money for yourself. My family's conditions are average and I can't help you with anything. Nowadays, girls are also very demanding. You have to rely on yourself to get a wife in the future." ”

"You can just take it. I'm young, strong, educated and capable, but I'm afraid I won't make any money?" "Myself" said nonchalantly.

After dinner was laid out, it was Mom's nagging time as usual. I looked at the one who was dissatisfied and the one who wanted to be kicked. Finally, he sighed and said: "Meng Qi, I don't ask you to support me in old age, but you are almost thirty. I don’t even have a partner, so I’m worried. Xiaoming, who lives next door, is several years younger than you, and his son can even call you daddy. I know you are ambitious and unwilling to give in, but you are getting better with each passing year, so you will have room to choose in the future. I'm getting younger and younger, I'm getting older, and my health is not good. I don't want to die without seeing my daughter-in-law..."

Seeing that my mother was getting more and more sad as she spoke, "I" coughed and said with a playful smile: "Mom, this is not a problem. There are not a hundred but dozens of girls who have a crush on me. Of course I have to be careful."

Mom was immediately amused and glanced at "himself": "I know how to brag! If you have the ability, bring one back before the end of the year!"

"Yes, yes, I am following the Queen Mother's decree." "I" joked, gradually softening the atmosphere of the dinner.

One is chatty and full of care, one is silent and cares deeply in his heart, and the other is lively, persistent and filial, forming a warm and beautiful family picture, which caught Meng Qi's eyes and made his heart go up and down. The emotions are complex and difficult to describe.

I am moved, aftertasteful, and have a sour nose, but I can only be like an audience, quietly witnessing all this. There seems to be a gap in front of me, which cannot be smoothed out no matter what.

All this often appears in my memories, but at that time my mother rarely nagged her about my daughter-in-law. But now, I stand by and watch them enjoying their family happiness, but it has nothing to do with me anymore.

In the dream, I didn’t know I was a guest.

Washing dishes, mopping the floor, and chatting, when Meng Qi from Earth returned to the room, his eyes suddenly shrank and his heartbeat accelerated because a familiar figure sat on the computer chair.

If he hadn't known that there were no mirrors there and the clothes were very different, he would have thought he was seeing himself.

"Who are you?" he blurted out, looking horrified.

Then I felt the sound echoing in the room without leaking out at all.

Meng Qi smiled very faintly: "Am I not you?"

His eyes glowed with black and white light, and an ancient lamp illuminated the past and future. The Third Ming King Wheel in his hand turned quietly, directly awakening the memory of this life in "Meng Qi before his eyes".

Bit by bit, the past reappeared, and Meng Qi experienced his childhood, boyhood, and youth again. There was no difference with his own memory. However, at the time of travel, this Meng Qi's memory did not die. He was sent to the hospital, and later understood Life is fleeting, so I quit my job and returned to the small county town to live close to my parents.

King Ming's reincarnation, the memory goes back further, and suddenly it goes blank. This Meng Qi has no previous life!

"So that's it..." Meng Qi closed his eyes and figured out the cause and effect.

In order to get out of trouble, the Demon Buddha acted cautiously. After putting his "other self" into Su Ziyuan's body, he created a brand new soul to replace "Meng Qi". This soul itself had no memory and was infused with every bit of himself by the Demon Buddha. He has developed the same personality and behavior, and has the same memories. In a sense, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is "Meng Qi".

After that, Yang Jian secretly replaced the pillars, took blood and kneaded the body, and replaced the physical body.

"He has the self-awareness that he is Meng Qi, has complete and detailed memories, has the same values, personality and hobbies, so the people around him and even himself believe that he is 'me'." Looking at the familiar facial features in front of him, Meng Qi suddenly had some understanding, "What is me? What is he? What is the unique mark that distinguishes oneself from others? Genes can be copied, blood can be derived, the view of something, the feelings towards certain people or things, all come from memory and experience. When other people have exactly the same memories and experiences, who am I? Who am I?"

This is the uniqueness that Mr. Lu is describing, and this is the question that Qingdi is pursuing. Finding oneself, finding the real "I", is the main link to improve the level of life, and is the key point of legend, creation, and even the other side.

Otherwise, there are countless him and me in the world, and how many selves in the past and future, how can I know that I am me?

Meng Qi unconsciously left the room and walked to the sofa in the living room to sit down. Various insights flashed through his mind, and many doubts arose. His soul was like the night outside. Sometimes he could see the moon and stars, but he could not shine through the darkness.

He did not hide his body. The black and white cat first hid aside, then poked its head out to peek, and then seemed to smell a familiar breath, jumped over, and rubbed his head with his hand.

This rub penetrated several years of time.

Meng Qi touched the cat's head, sat quietly, admired the night, thought about who I am, and the whole person seemed to be shrouded in darkness.

The unique "I" not only comes from personality and experience, but also from the so-called true nature, innate nature, and the initial imprint. This is why he and I can always connect.

Unconsciously, the rooster crowed, the east was white, and the morning light illuminated the sky, illuminating the fog in Meng Qi's heart. He felt that his internal organs became lighter and lighter, gradually rising above the myriad worlds, and he was not far from the immortal!

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

He glanced at Meng Qi sitting on the sofa, paused and said, "So early? Did your mother's words yesterday make you worried?"

The familiar tone and familiar care, Meng Qi pursed his lips, lowered his eyelids, and smiled softly, "Your son is heartless, how could he be worried? He was too obsessed with playing games, stayed up all night, and came out to get some fresh air."

Such a question and answer, for me, has been more than 30 years apart, and I don't need to envy the warm scene I saw last night.

"You." Dad shook his head and walked into the bathroom. When he came out, he saw Meng Qi holding some green plants in his hand.

Meng Qi handed it over with a smile: "Dad, this is the arm of the Isatis root that is about to become a spirit, uh, a branch, it can cure all diseases, I bought it online, but it must be genuine. You use seven bowls of water to make soup, and add ordinary Isatis root to share the medicinal properties. Drink half a cup every day and you won't cough anymore."

"Isatis root that is about to become a spirit?" Dad sneered. His son was full of nonsense, but his filial piety was gratifying.

He took the Isatis root, hummed a little song, and walked back to the room.

Meng Qi stood in the morning light, looked at it quietly for a long time, and left home.

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The fake "Meng Qi" always felt strange when he woke up. He turned his head and looked to the side, only to see a note on the computer desk, pressed by a strange metal sheet.

He picked up the note and saw a few words written on it:

"From now on, you are my brother."

"My parents are old, it's not good to bother them anymore, give them more "replenishment" and the medicinal materials will be passed on to you."

"Use the Universal Knowledge Talisman if you need anything."

"Meng Qi" was confused and at a loss. What brother? What Universal Knowledge Talisman?

At this moment, his phone rang. He picked it up and heard an unforgettable sweet voice: "Hello, Meng Qi?"

"Cai, Cai Yang?" "Meng Qi" was happy and surprised, "Why did you think of calling me?"

"I asked several people to get your phone number. Thank you for your advice yesterday. 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 a little unconfidently.

"Okay, okay." "Meng Qi" didn't hear the rest of the words clearly.

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Walking down the stairs, Meng Qi ran into a neighbor he had known for many years. He had accomplished nothing, but now he looked energetic.

"Xiao Meng, you got up so early today?" The neighbor asked warmly.

Meng Qi nodded: "I'm old and my body is not good. I must start exercising."

The neighbor hummed and suddenly came over: "Xiao Meng, have you heard of..."

Did he start Amway... Meng Qi complained in his heart.

The neighbor continued: "Have you heard of it? Have you heard of the Mother of No Birth?"

Uh...Meng Qi's eyes fell on his face.