Chapter 129: With Benefits (One more chapter to celebrate the alliance leader Zhuang Zhou 3)
Feng Jun, besides these three points, there’s another one you need to observe: After entering the Cultivation Space, does my original body still exist outside? In the past, because ti was frozen outside, he couldn’t observe what condition his physical body was actually in at that point in ti—taking a photo with a cara was useless.
But now, as ti in the outside world has begun to pass, he, of course, needs to observe the specifics.
Typically, the first issue a philosopher needs to consider alone is—who am I? This is a very fundantal and serious question.
For Feng Jun at present, the first problem he needs to consider is, what state is my original self in while I traverse through the mobile phone dinsion?
The importance of this question is no less significant than the philosopher’s consideration of “Who am I?” Without understanding this issue, one cannot even firmly establish the basics, and any structure built on such illusory foundations faces the problem of unstable roots.
For this reason, Feng Jun specially set up a cara to take pictures of himself. He approached the cara, stopped the recording, and began playback.
As expected, just as he had guessed, his body disappeared for about ten minutes, abruptly vanishing and then just as suddenly reappearing.
“It really is physical traversal,” Feng Jun sighed softly. Although he could make this judgnt based on hair, clothes, or items like cigarettes, there was still a hint of disappointnt once it was confird.
This ant that once he perished in the Cultivation Plane, he could never return to this society again.
The idea of becoming a vegetative person or brain dead was nothing but a dream.
Therefore, he had to take good care of himself in the Cultivation Plane. Death ant the true end, and no great adventure would be of any use.
However, in the next mont, his face lit up with joy again, “There’s actually… a benefit?”
What was the benefit? The recording on the cara revealed that the Zhongxia mobile phone he used in the real society also disappeared at the sa ti he did—even the portable charger connected to the Zhongxia phone was gone.
All along, Feng Jun had a hypothesis that once he entered the mobile phone’s Cultivation Space, the physical mobile phone would be left behind in reality— after all, if it were a bodily traversal, only the phone would remain.
If at the ti he was holding the phone in his right hand and touching the screen with his left, would the phone fall to the ground when his body disappeared? The answer is no, because… ti in reality was frozen, right! The phone would hang eerily in the air until he returned, at which point it would naturally still be in his right hand.
Unless, as he did today, he recklessly conducted strange experints, there was the possibility for the phone to drop to the ground.
As for whether he would be trapped in the Cultivation Space if the phone shattered, sorry, hehadn’t thought about that norwas he willing to attempt it lightly.
So, when he tested today, the first mobile phone, he placed it on a table.
But even so, as long as the phone was obviously present, he still felt it was not quite perfect.
Imagine, he and the phone are both in a certain room, then he suddenly disappears, leaving only the phone in place. Just thinking about this scenario… feels extrely eerie.
If soone were to see it happen, it would be even more difficult to explain.
Fortunately, the images captured by the cara told him that when he entered the Cultivation Space, not only his physical body vanished, but the mobile phone was gone too—even the portable charger disappeared without a trace. This phenonon… how should it be explained? At this mont, the arts major no longer wanted to delve deeper into research, but eventually, he still reluctantly found a reason for himself: maybe, temporarily assimilated, just like that missing Stone Ring.
Overall, he was quite satisfied with this test, as it resolved many of his questions, and it only used two energy points, which was very economically efficient.
But soon, he was about to use energy points for the third ti. He wanted to know what his physical body looked like after entering spaces like WeChat Space or Bullfighting live-stream.
Regarding this, he had his guesses too, but a guess is just a guess; it’s better to verify it.
He swiped open his mobile phone again, hesitated for a mont, and ultimately decided against choosing Bullfighting live-stream—he didn’t want to peep at other strears’ daily lives, but then again, choosing Jing Jing, he sowhat despised her lifestyle.
Well, the key point is… the video shooting quality isn’t that great…
Moreover, Feng had been on a vegetarian diet for over ten days recently because he didn’t buy the third car, and it wasn’t appropriate to harass the pretty sales guide. Seeing others having a blast, he inevitably felt a little anxious and hot under the collar.
In the cara, she showed only her upper body, the short-sleeved lace blouse had disappeared, and she was only wearing a tiny, pale pink one.
She held a tiny light blue tank top, comparing and asuring it against herself.
He steadied himself and checked the ti, realizing he had only been peeping for about three minutes. Then he walked over to the cara to see how he appeared on film.
Just as he had thought, during those three minutes, his physical body had stayed outside, motionless and without any reaction, which reminded him of the clay Bodhisattvas in temples.
The next mont, he felt hungry, really hungry.
He couldn’t help but wonder, if I spied on Sister Hong for two hours, would my physical body outside starve to death?
Anyway, he had used energy points three tis in the morning for testing, plus the first ti peeking at Jing jing, making it four tis in total. If he wasn’t hungry, that would be weird.
It’s ti to eat, but he couldn’t leave the villa. Feng Jun thought for a mont and then lifted his hand to dial Sister Hong’s number, “Sister Hong, what are you up to?”
“Yo, it’s President Feng,” Sister Hong’s voice ca through with a hint of teasing, “You’re such a busy person, and you actually rembered to call ?” Since the last gathering at the Peach Blossom Valley villa, Feng Jun had been focusing on self-improvent. Ten days had gone by without news, so her complaint was understandable.
“I have to be busy,” Feng Jun sighed and replied with a chuckle, “In this day and age, money talks. I have to work hard to earn a dowry. I’ve been busy for a few days and finally got so free ti, so I contacted you right away, right?” “You’re in a hurry to find a wife now?” Sister Hong laughed on the phone, “Your buddy Wang Haifeng has always regretted not playing around for a few more years before getting married. You’re only twenty-five, what’s the rush?” There was sothing alluring about the way she talked like this, and Feng Jun never expected to hear this “gentle laugh with enchanting eyes” side of Zhang Weihong, the company boss.
He couldn’t help feeling that any level of beauty has her shy side, which is enough to set the imagination racing and the blood boiling. However, whether a man can see that side of a woman depends on his own circumstances.
It sounds a bit snobbish to say so, but in reality, that’s just how things are these days.
Feng Jun believed, if he were still a lowly worker at Hongjie, he probably would never see this side of Sister Hong—a re smile from her at any given ti would be enough to send him into a frenzy.
Feng Jun laughed, “A person without foresight is bound to have imdiate worries. I’m not saying I’m getting married right away, but working hard to make money is always right… What are you doing now, Sister Hong?”
Sister Hong pondered for a mont before replying, “I was shopping online just now. Are you calling to invite to lunch?”
“Yeah,” Feng Jun replied with a laugh, thinking no wonder she had been so busy in front of her mobile phone, “I’m currently in Peach Blossom Valley and it’s a bit inconvenient to go out. If you can co over, could you also pack a few dishes for ?”
“You, boy, who is treating whom to a al?” Sister Hong scoffed over the phone, “Let Wang Haifeng pack for you, I’m only responsible for eating!” “Don’t ntion it,” Feng Jun shouted, “I didn’t invite him, just you to co and eat.”
If he could see her expression right now, he would find Sister Hong’s lips slightly pursed, a subtle smile appearing on her face.
Her eyes were scanning the myriad costics in front of her, her fingers sweeping over them like a general conducting a roll call, while her mouth playfully spoke, “Just the two of us? What are you up to now, you little rascal?” “What could I possibly be up to? You’ re my forr boss,” Feng Jun chuckled, “But honestly, who would choose to eat with a man when they can dine with a beauty, right?”
Sister Hong giggled, “You’re getting more and more silver-tongued. Fine, I’ll head towards Peach Blossom Valley now to discuss so matters with you… Oh, is it raining outside?”
“Rember to bring plenty of food,” Feng Jun spoke languidly, “I’m so hungry I could eat a whole sheep.”
“Tsk tsk, look how pitiful President Feng is, but… you’ll have to wait for a while, maybe you should eat sothing to tide you over?” Sister Hong replied cheerily, “It’s raining, and the roads are bad; I’ll get there as fast as I can.” After hanging up, she paused for a mont, then lifted her hand to make another call, “Get Xiao Wu on the line, tell him to drop what he’s doing and co with .”
As ntioned earlier, Hongjie has a canteen, and Xiao Wu is the chef. Sister Hong thought it would be better to bring soone along.
(First update, Congrats to the League Leader Zhuang Zhou Haoze3, and also asking for monthly votes.)
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