Reborn in the Hehuan Sect, my master was transformed into a slave by me

"Pain?"

Su Cheng touched his chin and thought for a while.

"Pain is a very vague concept. Different subjects have different explanations for it."

Su Cheng stretched out his finger and flicked it hard on Chang Qing's forehead.

Chang Qing hissed. On Earth, his body was not as tolerant of pain as when he practiced blood magic in the other world. Su Cheng's hand was very strong, and he gritted his teeth in pain.

Su Cheng continued.

"From a medical point of view, pain is a transmission of bioelectric signals. It is an objective thing. The hormones secreted by your brain will make you have instinctive negative emotions. People define it as 'pain'. In this regard, both humans and animals are the same."

Chang Qing shook his head.

"This is just a kind of pain, not the answer I want."

"Of course I know that this explanation is too one-sided and too easy to understand for you."

Su Cheng thought for a while and said again.

"From a philosophical point of view, 'pain' does not exist objectively. It is a concept defined by people and a feedback from your perception of the world."

"But I think, therefore I am. The world in my eyes exists because of my senses. How can pain not exist objectively?"

Chang Qing refuted.

"What you said makes sense. If I want to explain to you what pain is, I must first explain to you what 'I' is."

Su Cheng was not in a hurry to refute him, but said patiently.

"What do you think humans are? If you have a heart transplant and give you someone else's heart, will you still be you?"

"Of course I am me."

"What if someone else's brain is given to you? Although current medicine cannot achieve this level, you also believe that there will be a day when it can be realized sooner or later. So do you think that if your brain is replaced, will you still be you?"

This time, Chang Qing did not answer so quickly, but fell into silence.

"Or, if we swap our brains, are you Changqing or Su Cheng? If someone flicks your head at this time, who will feel the pain, Changqing or Su Cheng?" Su Cheng asked. "If your brain is swapped with mine, then you will definitely be the one who feels the pain." Changqing could only answer like this. "In other words, you think the essence of human beings is not the body, but the brain, right? Is this bloated, ugly, walnut-like lump of flesh full of grooves actually the essence of human beings?" "Your words are too one-sided. You are confusing. You confuse a vague concept like 'I' with something that actually exists, such as the brain and the body. Your question itself is problematic." "Hahaha, then tell me, what can make a 'concept' concrete into something visible to the naked eye?" Changqing frowned. "What is it?" "It's God. Isn't that what people often call 'concept God'?" After saying that, Su Cheng finally lit a cigarette with satisfaction and sat back down. Chang Qing understood what he meant. Although he didn't seem to answer his question, he actually did.

Su Cheng was telling himself that pain was just a concept and didn't really exist. It had no meaning except for the chemical signals in the brain.

The power of God can turn the vague concept into reality.

This statement is reasonable on Earth.

But Chang Qing immediately thought of Youbi in the other world.

She can heal others by consuming their pain. This is not the power of spiritual power or the power of controlling spirits.

She said it was her original power.

Then theoretically, isn't this the so-called "divine power"?

"Why, you still don't understand?"

"No, I'm just thinking... if there is really a power that can turn the 'concept' of pain into a physical object."

Su Cheng's expression slowly solidified, and finally changed from relaxed to serious.

"You mean, you encountered this strange thing?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"No wonder."

"Isn't it strange?"

"Not strange, although you are in school all day, encountering this kind of thing has nothing to do with where you are, but with some of your characteristics. Mystery will never summon unknown people. When some of a person's characteristics or attainments break through a certain height, he will see indescribable things that do not belong to his cognition, such as artists, wise men, etc."

Su Cheng stood up and rummaged in the cabinet. After a while, he pulled out a few dusty parchments from the deep corner of the cabinet.

"Tell me in detail about what you said about the thing that materializes pain."

Chang Qing was silent for a moment and said.

"I can't explain it, it looks like a sunflower."

"Did you see it?"

"Yes."

"Sunflower..."

Su Cheng put the few parchments he had taken out aside, and then searched through the many parchments behind him.

"From the perspective of mysticism, many religions regard sunflowers as sacred flowers, because sunflowers have the power of the deep space universe, and will change direction with the transformation of stars, so sunflowers are also believed to be able to connect with higher-dimensional things in the outer world."

"As for the embodiment of pain you mentioned, it reminds me of a lost ancient tribe I found in the Himalayas not long ago."

Su Cheng spread out the parchments in front of Chang Qing.

"When the tribe members are born, they will parasitize a special worm into the baby's brain and grow with it, and they believe that this worm is an apostle of God and can help them realize all their wishes."

"All wishes?"

"Do you believe it? ”

“I don’t believe it, otherwise they would have gone extinct?”

“Hahaha, you have a point, facts speak louder than words, but the story of this tribe may inspire your question.”

Su Cheng pointed to the parchment scroll and gestured to Chang Qing.

“This is what I risked my life to copy. You can take a look.”

Chang Qing looked carefully at the contents copied from the parchment scroll and could see that it was a mural.

The first painting was a baby being held high by a person dressed as a priest, and above the heads of the two people, there was a mess of tangled hemp like fish and worms, descending on the baby.

The next painting was a child being fed with his mother’s milk, and in the milk, there were dense and tiny worms, flowing down his mouth into his head, and his head was entangled with dense and squirming worms like silk threads.

The next picture was an adult The tribesman was sitting cross-legged.

And his body was full of dense holes, and in the holes were worms.

His body was like Cordyceps sinensis, countless fine worms gathered in his body, and finally a long silk thread deep in his head went straight to the sky.

This was reflected in the murals in an exaggerated way. In order to highlight the extreme length of the silk thread, it extended to the sun and the moon, and countless stars.

So far, Chang Qing didn't think there was anything special.

It was not until he finished looking at the last few paintings that he frowned deeply.