I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

This is the first time in John Waugh's life that he has learned how to observe things calmly and analyze things - he has lived a miserable and precarious life since he was a child, even when he lived in a Salesian home as a child, he often did not have enough to eat.

Whenever winter came, he would have to watch helplessly as his frail companions died of high fever due to the wind and cold. This also strengthened his determination to escape from the Salesian Home - even if he really starved to death and froze to death. Outside, that is a choice made by oneself, rather than continuing to be helpless in the Salesian Home where one has to leave one's life and death in the hands of others.

No one has ever taught him that he should calm down, take a longer-term view, temporarily ignore the current hardships, and focus on future gains.

The environment in which he grew up never allowed him to calmly plan for next week, next month, or the more distant next year, the distant future.

When John Watson was growing up, he was exhausted just by trying to live. Poverty had stifled his potential for development—he did not have any cost of trial and error.

He must do his best to ensure that he will not starve today or freeze to death tomorrow - his stomach rumbling seems to never stop, his body cold seems to never end, he seems to be forever in the shadow of survival fear, he You have to focus on the present moment all the time, thinking about which trash heap you should find for tonight’s dinner.

This way of thinking that only focuses on the immediate things has been deeply engraved in the depths of his thinking. He may never learn the ability to trace the roots and predict the future in his lifetime... Until today, he finally found out because of the hidden meaning in his prosthetic eyes. Knowledge opens the closed mind.

He is now able to cite scriptures fluently, and he is now able to build a wall of knowledge to resist the fear of survival that has plagued him all these years!

It was only at this moment that John Watson truly experienced the charm of reason for the first time. It turned out that it was such a happy thing to have a clear head and no longer be confused, and to be able to calm down and think!

It was as if everything in the world was placed in front of him in an orderly manner. He only needed to think along the lines of truth and get the truth of things - although the process of getting the truth always took some time and effort. Energy, but the truth will not escape or disappear. The truth will always be buried there, waiting for rational people to dig out.

And he didn't know that the most intuitive change for him was that in the diagnosis result of the sanity glow scanner in the lunatic asylum, John Watson's sanity value had soared to 2.38 - the weights and measures corresponding to this value were 1. A science graduate who has completed higher education with excellent results.

"It turns out that rational thinking is such an interesting thing, as if all the difficulties in the world cannot hinder my thinking... I will eventually find the answer to the question through clues, as long as I can accumulate enough knowledge."

"Compared with the knowledge that hides the infinite mysteries of the universe, what kind of garbage are these vulgar things like the love of children, fame and wealth?"

"Why didn't I understand such a clear truth until today?"

"But fortunately, it's not too late. I'm still young. I can still devote the rest of my life to the pursuit of knowledge and truth. I will definitely——"

John Watson's muttering came to an abrupt end, because the strange clapping sound that sounded like swords clashing and scissors opening and closing resounded in the bright and transparent ward again at some unknown time.

But after he carefully scanned the room with his bright left eye, he was unable to capture any trace of the Watson he imagined. He could only hear a voice exactly like his speaking incomprehensible words.

"Interesting, interesting, really interesting. This prosthetic eye actually gives you a brand new rationality."

"Is this the light, no, is this the power of great craftsmanship?"

"Obviously, despicable invisible arts can only make people crazy, but noble and great skills can give people rationality... It's really absurd and ridiculous!"

It was only a day, but at this moment, the rational John Watson heard the words of 'good buddy Watson' again, but he did not feel any joy at all. Instead, his eyebrows were deeply frowned.

He didn't understand that if Watson was really just his imaginary 'friend', then it should have appeared directly in his mind, but why now that he was looking around the room with his left prosthetic pupil, which was more powerful than the original naked eye, It is to capture Watson's image at all...Watson is just a false illusion, and it is impossible to be unable to witness it because of the replacement of visual organs.

"Hey, I'm on your right!"

"You guys are really rude, how can you look at people with your eyes closed? Could it be a new toy that you want to show off to me?!"

John Watson slowly opened his native right eye. When the eyelids rose, he immediately saw Watson squatting on the bed in that weird posture.

He calmly stared at the illusion that could only be observed with his right eye, "Watson, you are not actually my subconscious mind, are you?"

"The subconscious mind can indeed notice the details that the surface consciousness often ignores, but even so, the subconscious mind is absolutely impossible to have real thinking ability, and it is even less likely to make plans for the surface consciousness and teach him how to please women. joy."

"Not to mention, the way of thinking of this subconscious mind is very different from the surface consciousness... Your words and behavior are not the character that can be shaped by the life I have experienced in the past."

"So, let me ask you one last time -"

"Watson, who are you?"

Faced with such doubts, Watson just replied with a playful smile: "Hey, what do you think?"

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Anna breathed out softly, and the meat target specially coaxed by Sister Emma suddenly trembled with fear due to the extreme cold, and fine traces of condensed blood bloomed under the exposed skin, as if the capillaries under the skin were all affected by the cold. This sudden drop in temperature caused the rupture.

But faced with such a result, the girl with a delicate and cute face was obviously not satisfied at all. She pouted unhappily and turned to look at her father and brother, wanting to seek some comfort and encouragement.

"Father, I already know the secrets of knives, but why can't I directly create a tearing wound with a sharp blade like you do?"

However, the next second the girl noticed her father's eyes flickering slightly, as if he was thinking about something difficult.

As her father's most considerate little cotton-padded jacket, she immediately asked with concern: "Father, what's wrong with you? Did something happen?"

The father just smiled and said: "It's nothing, it's just a self-righteous fool who awakened to reason with the help of an enthusiastic person, and began to be eager to escape from my control."

"But, this is a good opportunity. Maybe I should change to a more covert method to subtly influence his mind and make him willingly turn into another incarnation of me."

"Even the great art of light cannot resist the whisper of the moth inside the skull."