"What should I do now?" Aleister asked.

"You...haven't studied his thoughts?"

Bai He glanced at the hanged man speechlessly.

"I forgot." Aleister shook his head with a wry smile: "It's the same as all the magic theories I've learned."

"Then what did you rely on to deal with the church until now?"

"Strength has become an instinct for me. Besides, without you, the progress of my plan would not be so fast." Aleister gave Baihe a meaningful look, and Baihe realized that this was a silly question. , Even without him, Hanged Man will still achieve his goal in the future, go to the second peak, and play a group of scientific lunatics and magic associations with the church, and become a winner in life.

His own appearance seems to have only changed the small direction of history and has no impact on the overall situation.

"Since he has expressed his moral inclination, why don't you obey him?" Bai He said, "Isn't it over when I kneel down and pray?"

"Pray?" Aleister looked strange.

"Yes, face what you have done in the past, review your mistakes with the omnipotent God, and sincerely repent and swear to never do evil again in the future."

Bai He shrugged: "This is the standard mode of prayer. Forget that you are a satanic beast known for deviating from tradition. It seems that you will not do this."

"I do." Aleister Crowley suddenly became serious.

"Huh?" The answer was far beyond Bai He's expectations.

"This will be the last repentance in my life, repenting my past mistakes to the true all-knowing and almighty God."

"And then you can do whatever you want?"

"I don't know." Aleister shook his head: "But from now on, no matter what I do, no one, any thought, or any force will be able to stop me, and I will keep going forward. I will carry out my plans and beliefs until success or failure."

"Didn't you already make up your mind?" Bai He smoked his pipe: "Do you still need to find him?"

"I still need an answer." Aleister took a breath.

He knelt on the ground and repented with all his heart. He looked quite similar. Bai He yawned and lit a cigarette, feeling his sleepy mind slowly sobering up. The firefly flew to his side, and he was stunned by his smoke. Turning his head, it seems that Aleister has not done much wrongdoing—perhaps we can think from another perspective: for people with this big boss mentality, killing 10,000 people or something like that doesn’t count at all. What, on the contrary, he would get entangled in some things that Bai He thought was quite a mess.

It can be seen that this Dr. Crowley is a relatively well-informed person, and probably does not have too many things on his mind other than his own pursuits.

Bai He laughed heartlessly.

"Mr. Bai, you don't need to repent?" Aleister asked.

"I repent XX!"

Bai He suddenly pointed to the sky, raised his head and scolded: "I was living a good life and was dragged in by an inexplicable fool to play this nonsense, and I will be teased by you!

A phantom that has disappeared for centuries, lingering in this ghostly place. Times have changed, you - already an outdated antique! See what the **** the outside world looks like now? No one believes what you do, no one listens to what you do, and no one learns what you do. Your motherland is spreading terror and riots all over Europe, and your theoretical system is vulnerable in the face of modern philosophy of science. , even the first step for all your students and juniors to get started is to criticize you, the church and science use your name as a sign that they will be thrown away when they are used up, the belief in God is finished, the **** of a capitalist society Haven't seen enough yet? The world is making great strides in the opposite direction of your expectations, don't you feel that life is unlovable? What are you talking about morals here? "

Boom!

Aleister was stunned to see Bai He scolding the street vigorously, and then saw a thunder in the sky, and countless numbers of lightning fell from the sky.

The scene changed again, the vibrant starry sky and grass turned into pieces and collapsed, and a road that was neither wide nor narrow appeared in the void.

"Look, pretending is often done for scolding." Baihe said to Aleister.

Aleister nodded speechlessly.

At the end of the road, ten small gates appeared. The Arabic numerals from zero to nine were written above the gates in sequence, but there was a symbol in the sky.

"This is... a continuous cross structure?" Bai He frowned.

"Eternity, this symbol represents eternity," Aleister said. "It's the Eternal Cross in Scholasticism."

Bai He looked at the ten doors below the symbol: "Then what is this? Choose one out of ten?"

"Probably want to see what we think of this word." Aleister thought for a while, opened the door marked '0' and walked in.

"Ha, that answer fits his style quite a bit."

As Aleister walked into this door, the door gradually disappeared, Shirakawa looked at the remaining nine doors, shrugged his shoulders, and dragged one to step in.

The normal world has returned to the back of the door, but this normal is obviously relatively normal. The sky is dark and there is no color, but on the contrary, everything is clear in the field of vision, as if the concepts of light and darkness have been confused again.

Bai He knew in his heart that this was another epistemological illusion, but by this time he calmed down. This road was copied from the Konigsberg he just walked through not long ago, and he knocked on the door of the villa at the end of the road. Knocked on the door, the door opened, and the senses returned to normal.

The fire in the fireplace was beeping and sparkling, and the fresh incense filled the air.

Aleister stood in the center of the hall, her eyes were closed in cold sweat, her body was trembling constantly, and she seemed to be struggling with her mind.

The old man, who was less than 1.6 meters tall, sat behind the heavy black table. A few spiced candles illuminated the table. Baihe walked over, sat on the opposite chair, and grabbed the stack of One of the papers was turned upside down.

"On the Limitations of Kant's Thinking"

Bai He looked at the title and flipped through several manuscripts in a row. The titles were roughly the same. He raised his head and saw the little old man looking at him solemnly. When Bai He raised his eyes, the old man smiled and said The title page of the manuscript he read showed Baihe:

"On the Contradiction of Practical Reason"

Bai He flipped through the stack of manuscripts, and signed them one by one. All are nameless.

Bai He looked at the manuscripts of several people beside the big table, scratched his head, stared at the old man very seriously, and asked in German, "Is there any special pleasure in watching the slanderous remarks?"

"This is homework." The old man lifted the glasses on the bridge of his nose. His face was wrinkled, and he looked surprisingly thin. His voice was slightly hoarse, but soft and pleasant, as if whispering comfortably in his ear: "Wise homework."

"The homework is to criticize you?" Bai He rolled his eyes.

"The first thing the juniors who are interested in the academics of thinking are to criticize me. I don't know when this started." The old man laughed: "But it is true that there are infinite bright spots that are born in this way. I am delighted that they can progress from this kind of work and have a unique insight into the world."

"But with all due respect, 99% of these words are worthless dross, and your theory..." Bai He said: "Although most of their criticisms are worthless, but..."

"It's fundamentally wrong, isn't it?" The old man smiled indifferently: "Psychology, evolution, physiology, linguistics, well... My theory has not been tested by scientific development, but so what? Woolen cloth?"

"Yeah, so what?" Bai He smiled bitterly: "In the future, people who study philosophy will criticize your theory with various basis of modern philosophy of science, but they can criticize, but they can't avoid it, this is you the power of the theory."

The old man laughed: "Look, isn't this a good thing?"

Bai He looked at this old man who should not have lived until this time, and couldn't help but think of the powerful fighting power this old man showed when he wrote an article 'before he died' and angered Fichte.

After being constantly criticized and slandered, and even constantly refuted by scientific development, he seems to have completely changed his role in consciousness from the pioneer of thought to the grinding stone of the younger generation.

"Actually, in the first period of time when I became like this, I saw that my theories were constantly being slandered. I really wanted to have a theory with them, but as you can see, the laws of this world do not allow the dead to interfere with the living. The world." The old man said, rubbing his temples: "But there are some people who come here with questions, and I can't keep these confused people who are wise enough out of the door."

Bai He shrugged slightly. He stared at the old man and the surrounding environment. It was not difficult to see that the existence of this old man and this space was the result of supernatural forces.

"You're curious? I don't know why I keep 'existing' after death. Logically, many people hope that I will disappear completely sooner rather than later."

"It's an angel." Bai He recognized it and said with certainty, "Your theoretical results have had too much influence in the real world, and it has become something like magic. This 'mechanism' has upgraded you to a non-human being. people."

"Yeah." The old man smiled, making Bai He a little uneasy: "Since it's the will of the world, I'm an old man who has to survive until today, forced to see some facts that I don't want to see. Natasha! Bring some tea. Snack up."

A middle-aged woman dressed in a butler's uniform walked into the hall with a stern face and a tea tray. She looked at Aleister, who was pondering, and Shirakawa, who was posing casually, and her expression became a little displeased.

"Sorry, she's always been like this, thanks to her all these years." The old man took a sip of tea: "She doesn't like people coming to me with questions, because my answers will cause some trouble most of the time."

"What did he ask?" Baihe glanced at Aleister who was sweating with closed eyes.

"He asked me two questions." The old man sighed. "He asked if God exists."

"What's the answer?"

"I said, if he is looking for the powerful and powerful gods in those fairy tales, such gods undoubtedly exist. If he is looking for omniscient, omnipotent, and omnipresent Gods, I am not sure whether he exists or not." The old man binocular He lifted up, revealing a wise light: "As I have proved in the past, philosophy cannot prove his existence~lightnovelpub.net~ nor can he prove his non-existence. I still firmly believe in this."

"He must be disappointed with this answer."

"His second question is if he must look for God, what method should he use." Kant smiled: "I told him to do it according to his own ideas, and the final result may still not be found, but it must be get an answer."

"Are you sure this is an appropriate answer?" Bai He frowned.

"For him, this is the most appropriate answer." Kant put down his teacup: "Most of the visitors who arrive at my place are not looking for a solution to a problem, but just an answer, and they already have their own plans. "

"His plan... seems to be in conflict with your moral values." Bai He said, "Aren't you afraid of causing disaster?"

"Philosophy and morality can't stop a persistent and determined mind from going its own way. By comparison, your problem is much more serious than this child, isn't it?"

He stared at Bai He, and the wrinkled eyes under his white eyebrows seemed to light up suddenly.