Chapter 141: I’m Damn Controlling Myself
Why would he deceive his own cells? Because he knew that the human body is composed of countless cells, and even if these cells are invisible to the naked eye, they are all operating according to patterns.
For example, if the body is injured, white blood cells automatically repair it, or if a virus enters, it is engulfed and cleared, or antibodies are produced. Except for their inability to think independently, these cells are all alive, a group of living, gregarious life forms.
The boy gave a command, absolutely believing it, to influence his thoughts, then his instincts or subconscious, and then use the subconscious to influence the life state of these cells.
By adjusting and changing the life state of the cells, he could influence his entire body to change. This was not something he learned; he naturally knew it after enlightenment.
Sometimes he also called this one of the ways to use Qi, controlling his own Qi with the power of his heart. In his eyes, these cells were called Qi. Qi referred not only to these but to all matter that the body could stimulate, as well as many unseen things in the world, all of which he uniformly called Qi.
He used spiritual power to control this Qi, which he called refining essence into Qi, and then used this Qi to nourish his spirit, also called refining Qi into spirit. Perhaps his understanding was very different from what others said.
How can science and metaphysics be combined? Because he discovered that science is actually the earliest branch of metaphysics, or a subdivision of it.
For example, if you could predict the weather in ancient times and know when it would rain, you would be a great shaman. Everyone who mastered one or more patterns was called a magician in ancient times.
Psychological patterns, natural patterns, biological patterns, whatever, even genetic patterns, all fall under the umbrella of metaphysics.
It’s like what Laozi said about the Dao. Laozi originally discovered the operational patterns of this world and didn’t know what to call it, so he reluctantly gave it a name: “Dao.”
At this point, the boy, borrowing an ancient saying, “Man follows the Earth, the Earth follows Heaven, Heaven follows the Dao, and the Dao follows nature.” He used his own thoughts and intentions as man, his body as the Earth, his subconscious as Heaven, and the patterns under the subconscious as nature. He actively influenced the operation of these patterns, controlling the subconscious with his thoughts, and the cells with his subconscious, allowing them to naturally develop in a certain direction.
In the boy’s rather mischievous words, “All things do not belong to me, but all things can be used by me. I follow myself, and everything is under my control.”
He had also tried many times to influence the surrounding weather with his own Qi, and it was very effective, but it required adjusting his state of mind and performing hand seals. This was also something he knew instinctively.
Ever since the Wang Fei spoke to him, he began to reflect, feeling that his current state was unfair to those around him. Only he lived happily, having cultivated his heart to a state of bliss, like a Buddha, truly without troubles.
He knew his soul had reached the other shore, meaning that all that is not bad is good. He looked at all sentient beings and everything with compassion, as if looking at children. Nothing escaped his wisdom eye and dharma eye.
But he no longer felt any other emotions! What could be done about this? Putting aside other matters, this buddy was by no means ordinary.
He began to recall his past experiences, when he should be angry, and when he should be like this or that, deliberately practicing emotions. At first, he couldn’t do it, but he persisted. After a week, little by little, he could get angry again, and feel other emotions. He had to re-learn it all over again, damn it. It was like a bottle that only contained joy, nothing else, and he had to refill it with other things.
His speed of cultivation could be called cheating, or a gradual accumulation leading to a breakthrough. Although he had experienced so much in the past, for someone who was good at reflection, he had understood many things. After breaking through his illusions, it was like opening the floodgates.
After leaping out of the illusions of Buddhist Dharma, he looked back and realized that cultivating Buddhism was also a form of illusion, borrowing cognition to achieve a Buddha aspect.
Although he was different from his former self after this leap, he didn’t dwell on it. If he wanted to, he could always cultivate back. He could re-enter that pattern and free himself from the mortal world.
This is what the legend says: he went to the other shore for a stroll and could still go back, because he knew the method of crossing the river.
After returning to normal, he was actually still not normal. The boy saw all living beings as no different from himself. He would not kill if he could avoid it. Even when cooking for his girlfriend, he only bought dead meat, not live. His girlfriend was unwilling and said to him, “Look, everyone else buys live meat; it’s fresh. Dead meat isn’t good, it’s not fresh at all.”
The boy would smile and say, “Why don’t you cook it yourself? You can buy whatever you want, I won’t interfere. But when I cook, I absolutely will not buy live meat. And I don’t eat meat for the sake of eating meat, but to ferry the spirits within the meat.”
When living beings are killed, due to fear, anger, and hatred, their cells change with the emotions. If ordinary people eat too much of this, absorbing it, they also bring these energies into their bodies and are affected.
If you kill them with your own hands, you will be hated even more. Killing too much is also very bad. When living beings are in fear, the electric waves and magnetic fields in their brains spread outwards. Involuntarily, this energy enters the body of the person who killed it. Mortals don’t understand; they think that living is best, that life is active and beneficial, and while there are benefits, there are also drawbacks. There is no absolute. As for me, a practitioner like myself, it’s not that I cannot kill, but that I am unwilling to kill.
Or rather, it’s fine for me to kill, and it’s fine for me to eat. You can’t. I’m not kidding you. Every time a person breathes, countless life forms enter and exit, and it’s the same for other living beings. This invisible energy also affects each other.
Simply put, for example, the common cold! Did you see it? Do humans and animals influence each other? And even more so for those invisible cells. You think you are killing it, and that bit of negative energy is absorbed by you, making you more prone to negative emotions and other bad energetic fields.
Some people eat vegetarian for this reason. The electromagnetic waves of plant-based foods are very different from those of living organisms and have a much lower impact, hence vegetarianism. I’m not saying I won’t cook meat for you; just eat what I cook, and I will absolutely not cheat you. Things that pass through my hands will change.”
The Wang Fei still wanted to argue with the boy, “Why are other people fine eating live food?”
“Others are others. They don’t know, but I do. Why care about others? Let’s just eat our own. Damn it. If you really want to eat live food, find someone else. It’s impossible with me. I’d rather not eat than kill live things to eat.
If I were an animal and someone caught and ate me, I would hate them to death.”
Seeing that she couldn’t reason with the boy, the Wang Fei had no choice. What could she do? Either stay with the boy, or the boy told her to find someone else. She cared for him so much, how could she think of anyone else? Gradually, she was also influenced. She became very polite when talking to people, whether it was the old men and women and uncles and aunts picking up trash, she would be very polite to them.
Because when the boy threw away trash, he would politely say to the uncle and aunt picking up bottles, “Uncle, Auntie, I’ve put the bottles here for you. It’s a bit dirty with all the trash, so please be careful when you pick them up.”
Or he might be stopped halfway by an older sister who wanted the trash he was about to discard, “Can you give me this? I want the bottles.”
The boy would reach out to take the bottles, but the older sister stopped him, “No need to take them out, I’ll help you throw away the trash later.”
The boy said, “Thank you, Big Sister.”
The older sister said, “I asked you for the bottles, why are you thanking me? Aren’t you helping me?”
Hearing this, the boy smiled and said, “But you’re also helping me throw away the trash, so I should thank you too.”
