Zi said: knowledge is power. Which child? Bacon! Tong shopkeeper pushed the responsibility of protecting Lao Bai to the scholar, and Ji Wuming followed. . . Scholar: Wait a minute, Confucius. Force can't solve any problems. Everyone; What son? Scholar: Lu Zi. Ji: I'll die as you want me to. Next time, you don't have to shout first. Take your life-scholar: wait-you can kill me, but you have to explain first, whose hand did I die? Ji: nonsense, I. Scholar: I ... am ... who ... Ji: How do I know who you are? The scholar said with a smile: Here comes the question ... Ji was at a loss for a moment: What do you mean ... Scholar: This has to start with the relationship between man and the universe. You've always had a question. . . Ji: Scholar, what do you mean? Me, who is it? Ji: Well, I already know. Scholar: No, you didn't. Do you know who you are? Ji wuming? No, just a name, a generation number. You can call Ji Wuming or I can call Ji Wuming. They can have both. Who are you after you take off your code name? Ji: I don't know, and I don't need to know the scholar: OK, OK, then you can answer me one more question-who am I? Ji: The scholar has already asked this question: No, I just asked the ID. Now I ask Ji: What's the difference? Scholar: For example, I have a conversation with my code name, and your code name is also me. What does this mean? Does this mean that you are me and I am you ... Ji: Is this question meaningless? Scholar: Then ask some meaningful questions. Where did I come from and where did I die? Why should I appear in this world? What does my appearance mean to the world? Did the world choose me, or did I choose the world? Enough ... scholar: am I necessarily connected with the universe? Does the universe have an end? Is there a time limit? Where does the past time disappear and where does the future time stop? Is the question I'm asking now still the question you just mentioned? Ji: I killed you-the scholar shouted: Who killed me, who did I kill? Ji: Did I kill me? Scholar: Correct answer! Do it! ..... So, a great master Ji Wuming passed away ... The last scholar: He won't wake up again, will he? Old white; I don't think so. Xiao Guo: Scholar, what kind of statement is this? Knowledge is posture! Lv Xiucai: The breeze and bright moon tickle my heart, dig my heart! (asking the proprietress) What other words are there? Boss: Steal my heart! Lv Xiucai: Yes! The breeze and the bright moon stole my heart!