Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

"So... you think everything is predetermined? From birth to death?"

"Yes." Xin paused, smoke coming out of the respirator; "It is not affected by human will."

"Such a young fatalist? I can't tell at all. It's not good to think like that at such a young age... Isn't it time to 'my fate is in my own hands'?"

Looking at Xin leaning on the recliner, Fang Bailu couldn't help but have the idea of ​​playing a prank. He picked up the rag used to wipe the table from the counter, rolled it into a ball and threw it at Xin's head:

"You got hit because of the bet—"

With his back to Fang Bailu, Xin raised his one arm and lightly pinched the wet rag ball. He turned around with confusion and doubt in his eyes.

"Why are you reacting so quickly?!"

Fang Bailu swallowed the half sentence he hadn't finished saying, and pointed at Erni who was snoring loudly:

"Her snoring is so horrible. Cover her mouth with a towel. Don't break the glass in the store by snoring."

Fang Bailu scratched his forehead and watched Xin fold the rag into a square and put it on Erni's mouth. After a moment, he came up with another idea to refute it:

"So when you cross the road, you don't even need to look left and right to see if a car will hit you? If you are destined to have a car accident, you can't avoid it anyway."

Xin glanced at Fang Bailu with a strange look, as if he was the younger and more inexperienced of the two:

"I will watch. Observing and ensuring my own safety is part of my destiny. All my experiences and everything I will do will eventually lead me to achieve—"

Fang Bailu was so angry that he interrupted him fiercely:

"Alright, alright! If you keep talking about this, you won't know about the salary fluctuations next month or anything like that! If you don't want to find someone else, just work hard. Go to sleep quickly. Do you want to be like that big sister who doesn't grow tall?!"

I'm not really interested in commenting on the new philosophy of life - just don't bring trouble to the kid himself or the store.

As for the theory itself, Fang Bailu did not comment: If everything was already predetermined, he would be much more relaxed than he is now.

……

Erni's snoring came and went, and her occasional teeth grinding made her sound like a half-broken drum set.

Xin was lying peacefully in the rocking chair, and only the messy smoke coming out of his respirator showed that he was sleeping soundly.

Fang Bailu rubbed his sleepy eyes and took out a pack of Modafil from the drawer. He took out a pill and chewed it.

"It's been a long day."

He received a bunch of incomprehensible and strange information from Anbennola and Cangyangzi, and was chased and killed by Qingyunguan and Zhaojizi all the way.

His body was exhausted, but intelligence and news had to be digested and refined in a timely manner; not to mention the current situation where every step was frightening.

Besides, sleeping on the floor in Kuala Lumpur for too long can cause rheumatism.

He put his hands behind his back and paced back and forth behind the counter as gently as possible to help think:

"Id, ego, superego..."

Fang Bailu tried to find relevant information on the Internet, but all he found were strange articles about how to use implanted horns to overcome self-confidence issues and surpass oneself.

He then searched through his limited knowledge base, looking for some vague understanding of the subject:

"The id is the most primitive instinct and desire... It seems to be similar to the subconscious. Damn, I can't remember it clearly."

Fang Bailu broke off a pill and placed it in the middle of the counter.

"Ego. Ego is personality? The conscious part of a person?"

Hey!

He took another shot.

"Superego... a superego? It doesn't seem to be... a perfect personality? A moral personality? Anyway, it seems that its formation is the result of socialization."

Fang Bailu placed the three smart pills on the counter and started playing connect-the-dots in his mind:

"If the information from Cang Yangzi and An Ben is true... there is a fake immortal in Kuala Lumpur who is divided into three."

He held down the pill that represented his “self” and slid it aside.

"Instinct and desire; they must come from the body. The instinct and desire of the pseudo-immortal..."

The horrible sexual desire evoked by the "knuckles"; the organs chewed up by Old Liu, the self-eating, and the secondary sexual characteristics spit out of the mouth of the "zombies"; these strange memories flashed through Fang Bailu's mind, making him almost vomit with an empty stomach.

He exhaled heavily and made his first guess:

"The immortal body in Kuala Lumpur is the pseudo-immortal's true self - the most basic desires, food, sex, and the desire to survive... There is no mind at all."

Fang Bailu wiped the sweat from his forehead - Modafil was making his brain work faster and his heart rate increased. He held the second pill, this time for "Self":

"Shou Niang said that she was the part that was 'cut off' and she coveted the immortal's body. She is also my fellow villager in time. Besides, the name is somewhat feminine."

He thought of the clusters of breasts that emerged from the centipede-like body of the "zombie": big, round and full.

If this immortal has a gender, Fang Bailu can only guess that it is a female.

"Then, let's just assume that she is the pseudo-immortal's 'self'."

Fang Bailu began to tremble: both with excitement and the trembling of being so close to the truth:

"'Superego'..."

In Kuala Lumpur today, what can serve as the “superego” of an immortal?

"There was once an immortal whose three souls and seven spirits were the 'ghosts' formed by the consciousness of millions of employees of an entire company strangling and merging with each other." This is what An Ben said..."

He pressed his shaking hands hard on the table and put forward his most radical guess:

In this era of perfection, moralization, and socialization...

The complete alienation of man.

If we think in the direction of the example of "becoming immortal" mentioned by Anbenola: the differentiated superego is not necessarily a person, or even necessarily an individual consciousness -

"Could it be the 'Microcomputer Taoism Research Society' itself?"

It is both a company and a sect; if Kuala Lumpur has a scepter and a throne, they must belong to it alone.

Fang Bailu gathered the three smart pills together and stuffed them back into the drawer.

This theory, which was unclear whether it was a fantasy or speculation, had many loopholes, but he was really unable to think about it further.

"What about me? What role do I, a living dead, play..."

Chapter 122 Visualization (End)

Fang Bailu lay on his back on the counter, looking at the stains on the low ceiling.

He intentionally preserved the dirty and rough store environment: the more shabby this kind of store that specializes in second-hand transactions looks, the more customers will feel that the boss's commission is not high and that they are getting a good deal.

"The core is still the old woman 'Shou Niang'. I wonder how An Ben was contacted by her during his visualization?"

According to current speculation, among the "Trinity" of pseudo-immortals, only "self" Shou Niang is closest to Fang Bailu - and also causes him the greatest trouble.

Fang Bailu had no idea what form she existed in:

What exactly is a “star official”?

If you can visualize, perhaps you can get an answer.

A license issued by the Microcomputer Taoism Research Association, a visualization machine capable of connecting to the independent network of Xianying Palace, and a disk for alchemy injection.

"With these, it is enough to use visualization to skip the first two levels of analysis and complete the '100-day foundation building'."

For Fang Bailu, perhaps some other small accessories are needed - such as a conversion connector, which is used to connect and convert the format difference between the neural electrode piece and the Lingqiao pipeline.

This is the trouble with not having a spiritual orifice implanted.

But compared to practicing Qi, he was more concerned about another thing:

“Can everyone hear the ‘voice from the stars’ when they meditate?”

In his opinion, the existence of the visualization machine is redundant and even weird:

Danfa is like a drive, a lubricant between the soul and the body; it is indispensable as long as the prosthesis is implanted. When practicing Danfa, why do we need to use the visualization machine to remove the dross and retain the essence and improve the resolution? This is simply unnecessary.

Just like those first and second level alchemy methods open to civilians - wouldn't it be more convenient to proceed step by step and gradually inject and install more advanced alchemy methods?

According to Anbennola and Cangyangzi, this is because there are countless paths to enlightenment, and the alchemy method required by each person is unique.

"How is that possible? Do we have to tailor the advanced alchemy techniques for each Qigong practitioner?"

After the conversation on top of the oil tower, Fang Bailu also had his own guess:

Is it the extraterrestrial colonies—if they exist—that have advanced Qigong techniques, which can only be obtained through the visualization machine? Then he and the rest of the people on Earth are really abandoned remnants.

This speculation cannot be confirmed, and the answer will only be obtained when you actually start to visualize.

"But it won't be that quick to get the permit, even if we use the backdoor now. Add in all the preparations and safety measures, and it will take a long time."

Moreover... Anbenola was still under Shou Niang's control. Although the three of them had formed a short-lived alliance, it was too fragile.

If it were possible to glimpse Shou Niang's secrets through visualization, it would not be surprising if Anbennola could never get permission from the research association.

When I made the request, I had not carefully considered the relationship between the three corpses of the immortals. Now it seems that it is not so easy to accomplish:

"No, I still have to rely on my own resources."

Time is very tight, and more information means more means.

Fang Bailu sat up and carefully picked out other possible ways in his mind -

Although long-term visualization practice requires a permit from the research institute, there is still a way to do a single visualization.

"Wait! I almost forgot, we have to prepare other backup plans besides this."

Fang Bailu slapped his head - he almost overlooked another important thing:

No matter whether this pseudo-immortal is divided into three parts or thirty-three parts, there will be a way to combine them into one in the end.

According to Anbennola, the secret of this reorganization is most likely the "Metamorphosis Song" that Pan Asia Military Industry is also looking for.

"If we can get this thing before others do, we will have more room for maneuver whether we use it to threaten others or trade with them."

Fang Bailu recalled the description given by Anbennola before:

"It is a simulation of one of the three souls and seven spirits of an immortal. It is the key to reawakening the immortal's consciousness. The brain of an ordinary person cannot bear it at all."

He took out a disk from the drawer where he kept all the junk and connected it to the "Disciple of Mohism" in his hand.

This was bought from a numerology expert on the forum. It is said to be a great thing that was developed by combining "Zi Ping Bazi" and "Huangji Yi Shu".

He didn't know much about the tricks, but he knew that it was very useful for calculating wealth. Fang Bailu only used it to do a very simple job: to observe and crawl the goods in and out of small shops in Kuala Lumpur as a basis for judging the recent market demand.

"Hmm. Yizhitang urgently received some cholinesterase inhibitors and receptor antagonists in the next few days. The timing is right."

Both are drugs used to improve mental state and cognitive ability. These drugs are needed to counteract the side effects of implanting brain chips, commonly known as "exo-consciousness".

For example, KC, a peddler who often ran errands for him, took donepezil as a meal to stabilize his mind, so as to avoid suffering from Alzheimer's disease before the age of 40 due to the random erasure of his memory.

The inventory of other medicine shops remained stable, but the inventory of Yizhitang fluctuated. And it had never needed this kind of inventory before, if it weren't for the sudden appearance of some brain-sucking ghost...

Fang Bailu tapped the screen of the tablet: Then people who have suffered brain damage from reading the "Yuhua Song" will most likely be treated here.

He opened the drugstore's official website, which was a page so gorgeous that it was even a bit disgusting.

The first thing that popped up was a couplet, accompanied by noisy firecrackers and waving silk banners:

"The bags are filled with elixirs of life, and the shelves are filled with elixirs of immortality."

"The competition among these small pharmacies is so fierce that they have to change their advertising slogans. In the past, the couplets usually said something like 'I hope there is no one in the world who is sick, so why worry about the medicine on the shelf gathering dust' or something like that."

Fang Bailu continued to scroll down, looking for other clues: the consultation fee did not increase, but it was still as expensive as usual.

Fang Bailu pondered for a while after noticing this detail that exposed his desire for money.

"Although I know that pretending to be pitiful to get free information is unlikely to work...but I don't have the money to buy it."

But collecting the "Emperor Song" does not necessarily need to be done by him personally:

Since people who have heard, seen, and understood it cannot bear the information contained in it, Fang Bailu will not take the risk.

"Forget it. There's another corporate spy in the store that we can catch and use."

The brain of an ordinary person cannot carry the "Metamorphosis Song", but the simulated neural network of a goblin may have different results.

more importantly……

"If Cang Yangzi has some backdoor with Xiao Huang, he might be able to ascend to heaven directly after watching the 'Yuhua Song'."