Chapter 193 - Kill Oneself in Imagination (2/2)

“It will…” Hao Ning stunned at the moment he opened his mouth. Right, if his parents knew that they were so rich and had such a capable son and a successful life, and suddenly all of these were gone overnight, what would happen? About 70-80% of the people would go crazy. Thinking of this, Hao Ning assumed difficulty, “They may break down, but there are also people who can accept the fact that they fall from a high place…”

“Sure, Brother Hao Ning, the kind of person you said does exist, but it’s definitely not Zhou Yuan’s parents,” Xiao Hong sneered, looked at Zhou Yuan and sighed, “You can show people’s hearts, but how can you not see through people’s hearts…”

“Why?” Hao Ning didn’t like what he heard, “Xiao Hong, you can’t judge a person like that.”

“Brother Hao Ning, let me ask you. What kind of parents,” Xiao Hong asked with a smile, “would constantly mention others’ children to their children every day?”

“Well…” Hao Ning’s own parents didn’t do that, so he could only rely on imagination for a moment. “They hope their child will have a bright future? So, they expect to push their child forward by comparing them with other kids as competition?”

“There are many kinds of them, but according to Zhou Yuan’s description,” Xiao Hong sighed. Today, he didn’t know how many times he sighed. Xiao Hong looked at Zhou Yuan sympathetically, “his parents belong to the kind of parents who don’t succeed very much but want their children to succeed and put unrestrained and endless requirements on them.”

“You, you, you, don’t demonize Zhou Yuan’s parents,” Hao Ning saw that Xiao Hong talked freely and was afraid that Zhou Yuan would be angry. He quickly untied Zhou Yuan’s acupoints and continued, “Parents are still very caring for their children. Didn’t your parents ever do the same to you?”

Hao Ning knew that Xiao Hong wouldn’t mind if he said so. But he realized that Zhou Yuan didn’t argue anything and just bowed his head without saying a word.

“Actually, you realized that a long time ago,” Xiao Hong looked at Zhou Yuan, “but as their son, you weren’t willing to say, didn’t want to say, and couldn’t even say, right?”

“Xiao Hong…” Zhou Yuan looked up at Xiao Hong and didn’t talk anymore.

“Ah, it was doomed,” Xiao Hong shook his head with a bitter smile, “Was that because Uncle Sun didn’t have parents in Journey to the West, Monkey Under Boat feels a more moral obligation in the real world as the compensation?”

Hao Ning knew that Xiao Hong wasn’t serious, but he also felt a little sorry for Zhou Yuan. How could this Zhou Yuan be the Zhou Yuan in common days who had the gift of the gab, who could make girls smile with just one sentence, and who paid attention to his looks and kept himself being glorious all the time?

Thinking of this, Hao Ning couldn’t help doubting that Zhou Yuan’s constant pursuit of brilliance outside, hoping to make people around pay attention to his behavior, could be a kind of psychological compensation. If Zhou Yuan were not so inexplicably lost at home, why would it be necessary to find the feeling of existence outside?

“In your parents’ imagination, when their son has money, it’s still not enough for them,” Xiao Hong continued. “It’s unrestrained imagination, which seems to be a constant demand for their son. But they didn’t take your wealth in their imagination to make you live a better life but chose to enjoy themselves. Doesn’t it just prove that they keep demanding their own son actually to compensate for the success they cannot achieve?”

“Xiao Hong, what you said was too straightforward…” Seeing that Zhou Yuan didn’t speak, Hao Ning had to persuade Xiao Hong, “They are Zhou Yuan’s parents, after all. For the elder generation, you have to keep some face…”

“I’m sorry,” Xiao Hong said, looking at Hao Ning directly. “See essence through appearance. It’s what the Bodhisattva taught me. Don’t parents also grow up from children? This is Zhou Yuan’s obstacle, but not mine. As a friend, if I don’t help him at this time and just say according to his mind, what would be the difference between this and his creating a fake image according to his parents’ wishes? If I did so, I would be not a good friend. As for Zhou Yuan…” Xiao Hong sighed at this point, “he is also not a good son – at least in the result.”

Xiao Hong looked at Zhou Yuan and seemed unwilling to say something, but after biting his lips, he finally said: “You told us the story of the brain in the jar. But, in the end, you use your own power to turn your parents into the brain in the jar…”

“I…” Zhou Yuan groaned and nodded. A tear dropped on the car. “I was wrong…”

“What now?” Hao Ning doesn’t want Xiao Hong to say this again, although it was true. But he also felt uncomfortable, “Otherwise, let Zhou Yuan’s parents continue to live in the imagination? So at least they are happy, and their body will not be a big problem, right? As long as Zhou Yuan pays attention to it, don’t let his parents think about suicide when they have nothing to do. Zhou Yuan can do something with that, right?”

This plan put forward by Hao Ning sounded like the best solution. Although it was ironic that to let them live in the imagination, who would care? Human life was most crucial, after all. Unexpectedly, when Zhou Yuan heard this plan, his eyebrows went more tightly locked. He shook his head and did not speak.

“You! Are there signs of backfire!” Xiao Hong’s face changed greatly at this time, and he didn’t care what he said just now, “You! You not only can’t decide about their life and death, but you are also ‒ ” When he said that, he was about to slap Zhou Yuan in the face. But after reaching out his hand, he clapped it on his thigh and sighed with anger. “You are not the one to blame, Zhou Yuan. If you are the Monkey Under Boat, the original heart that Uncle Sun asked you to find would be really more difficult to find…”

“What’s the matter?” Seeing Xiao Hong’s anger and sighing, Hao Ning hurried to ask, “What happened?”

“Ah, he is in a cocoon around himself. It’s hard to happen in a thousand years!” Xiao Hong patted Zhou Yuan on the shoulder seemed to comfort him. “Zhou Yuan’s spell is to show his parents the side they want to see most, which was OK at first. But what this spell shows is actually at the cost of his parents’ soul power. In other words, his parents have fulfilled their wishes through their own souls in self-deception.”

Hao Ning’s face changed after hearing this, “What? So, his parents’ souls are gone?”

“Brother, don’t so hurry,” Xiao Hong said with a wry smile. “Zhou Yuan’s matter is causing me a headache. Bodhisattva said you like to interrupt. Can you wait a little bit? When can you get rid of this problem…? Well, I’m not qualified to judge you — generally speaking, there won’t be anything. The soul is not as fragile as you think. Otherwise, when people pray and the soul has faith in the god and Buddha, will the soul be gone? Just like the body, the soul will produce something that can be produced continuously and will not hurt the soul, just like ‒”

Xiao Hong scratched his head and didn’t know how to give an example.

“Well, can I speak now?” Hao Ning saw that Xiao Hong was scratching his head for a long time and couldn’t think of an example. He asked tentatively. Seeing Xiao Hong nodding awkwardly, he continued, “Is it like the hair? It’s growing all the time, but it won’t hurt if I cut it ‒ not Liu Shuai’s hair, of course…”

“Yes, just like the hair!” Xiao Hong thumbed up and nodded, “You are still thinking fast. The hair produced by the soul can also be understood as the source of belief. If there is no fixed imagination, the hair will fall off automatically over time, and there will be no problem. But with the fixed imagination and idols, the hair will be like silk and gradually be entwined on these idols gradually. And for a long time, it will become Wuxiang fragrance.”

“I see!” Hao Ning understood this time. He used to wonder why people’s faith was created by the soul, while people didn’t lose their souls. With Xiao Hong’s explanation, he finally understood. People never lost their lives for their hair was cut off.

“Yes,” Xiaohong said patiently. Hao Ning couldn’t help exclaiming that Xiao Hong would be a good teacher if he were a teacher. He was not like Zhang Chi Hang, who talked about mysterious stuff and sometimes dissed him, and he could make things clear. “In fact, Zhou Yuan’s spell is very ingenious. He directly uses the “hair” produced by people’s souls and skips the step that gathering Wuxiang fragrance through idols. Wuxiang fragrance becomes a god and the god can fulfill people’s wishes. It let the incense fulfill wishes directly. It is a very wise spell, which is also the reason why Bodhisattva was very patient to teach Zhou Yuan.”

“Was he patient?” Hao Ning said, but he realized that he interrupted again immediately, and then he smiled apologetically. “Zhou Yuan just learn for a few days.”

“One day in the cave, one thousand years in the world.” Xiao Hong didn’t blame Hao Ning, and explained with a smile, “Have you forgotten the Bodhisattva’s control over time? It was a few days for us. I’m afraid Zhou Yuan doesn’t know how many years he has been taught for.”

“But Zhou Yuan’s this spell has never existed before,” Xiao Hong continued. “Bodhisattva can only tell him the basic things and let him cultivate by himself. The biggest limitation of this spell is how to distinguish the real and the fake. We have to figure out every detail.”

Hao Ning’s eyes moved. He wanted to ask a question, but he held it back.

Xiao Hong looked at Hao Ning and asked with a smile, “Do you want to ask what’s the relationship between this and Zhou Yuan’s parents? The imagination of Zhou Yuan’s parents comes from the “hair” produced by their own souls. In the normal case, it doesn’t matter. But if the content of the imagination is too large and too divorced from reality, that is to say, to distort the very big reality with the belief produced by only one person. This is not to cut the hair, but to pull one’s hair one by one from the head, and even hair with blood.”

At this point, Zhou Yuan covered his face and lowered his head. He was already shaking. Xiao Hong patted Zhou Yuan on the shoulder and continued, “But after all, what the soul produces is not hair. It is something connected with the soul. If the soul can make a decision and do not stick to it, at most, it’s like shaving a bald head. It doesn’t matter. But if it doesn’t stop and still increases its desire, it’s equivalent to forcing the soul to overdraw the faith it can actually create. That is the backfire of the incense of faiths.”

“This kind of thing is very rare,” said Xiao Hong with a frown, “because people can’t worship the Buddha desperately, and the Buddha is there, and it will not change even if people kneel to him. That’s why it’s better to have an entity for people to worship what they believe in, because if it’s fake, there would be problems ‒ but like Zhou Yuan’s parents, devouring themselves with such uncontrolled self-belief, it could be ‒”

“It could be the very first one?” Hao Ning couldn’t help it. After Xiao Hong said so much at once, Hao Ning finally asked.