Chapter 5949 (Five Thousand Nine Hundred and Forty-Nine) Draw
The man with gray hands said, "What?"
"Break it," said the brown-hand man.
"Breaking the repetitive state?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes," said the brown-hand man.
The gray-handed man continued: "After the fire is extinguished, it returns to the state before it was extinguished. It is extinguished again, and then returns to the state before it is extinguished. How does this repetition stop? Why does it become peace? I obviously heard this. It just came out, it doesn’t seem to make much sense for me to ask.”
The brown-hand man said: "In this kind of place, in this kind of environment, things that don't make sense sometimes seem to make sense."
"You say that because you are stuck in a certain pattern." The gray-hand man said.
"Is this considered a trap?" the brown-hand man asked, "What pattern am I stuck in?"
The man with gray hands said: "It's something that obviously doesn't make sense, but just because I asked it, you said it makes sense."
The man with brown hands said: "Have you heard this? I didn't even mention you."
"I heard it," said the gray-hand man, "and I heard it very clearly."
"Maybe it stopped repeating suddenly?" the brown-hand man asked.
"It's possible." The gray-handed man said.
"What about us?" asked the brown-hand man.
"You want to tell us what we can learn from this?" asked the Gray Hand.
"That's what it means." The brown-hand man said.
"We suddenly stopped repeating ourselves?" the gray-handed man asked.
"How?" asked the man with brown hands.
"We are still repeating now. It seems difficult to control the repetition." The gray-handed man said.
"Actually, isn't it difficult to control the repetition of water fighting fire?" the man with brown hands asked.
"There is no trace of this, so how can it be so difficult to control?" asked the man with gray hands.
The man with brown hands added, "It's just that it's hard to stop and it's hard to control." The man with gray hands said, "Is it just the imagination of you and me?"
"The feeling just now was so obvious. It shouldn't be as simple as imagined, right?" the man with brown hands asked.
"That's right." The gray-hand man said, "You make sense."
The man with brown hands added: "Can the situation just now be said to be difficult to control?"
"It seems possible." The gray-handed man said.
The man with brown hands asked: "If you insist on drawing something from something that seems to make no sense, then think carefully."
"You insist?" the gray-handed man asked with a smile.
"Yes." The brown-handed man said, "In this situation, my mentality is actually a insistence mentality."
"To tell you the truth, I am too," said the gray-handed man.
"Then why were you smiling so obviously just now?" the brown-handed man asked.
"It's because when I heard you say 'resolutely', I knew you were right about my situation." The man with gray hands said.
"I'm talking about myself." The brown-hand man said.
"You and I are in the same situation." The gray-handed man said, "Then let's imagine it to our heart's content. Maybe we will understand something after this imagination."
"What could turn into black mud like that?" asked the brown-hand man.
"The black mud itself exists." The gray-handed man said.
"I also feel that it exists." The brown-hand man said, "But before, I only knew that water put out fire, and I really didn't feel that black mud existed."
The man with gray hands said: "Can this be thought of as emphasizing that things that are not noticed do not mean that they do not exist?"
"You should think so." The brown-hand man said.
The man with gray hands said: "What about the firewood stick? Where did it come from? Did it exist before? Is it not burned out?"
"I thought of this just now, but I didn't think so." The man with brown hands replied.
(End of chapter)