The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 19: I see the world
"Xue Ji is very intelligent, emotional, and conscious, different from those monsters."
"I have dealt with her for many years, longer than yours. I understand how she exists, and I am very sure that she has something in common with those monsters."
When Zhao Layue heard this sentence, he remembered that Monk Great Compassion had lived in the snowy field for many years, and had blocked the tide of Xueji and Xueguo's beasts with his supreme Zen power. Hundreds of years after the wind and snow in the town of Lone Blade in Caoyuan, it was a long time ago, and it can even be said to be an imitation or tribute to the monk of Great Compassion. If Cao Yuan saw him, he might immediately kneel to the ground. But will Cao Yuan follow his advice and help Xue Ji become the monarch of those monsters, and then surrender to her?
"Your idea is ridiculous," she said.
"Even if Shen Qingshan grasps the sword of Jing Jiu, it is just a dull repetition of the methods used by the gods. It can't solve the fundamental problem. Humankind will eventually go to the old road of destruction. What do I think? It's ridiculous, it's worth trying, at least you should find her first." Huanxi Monk said.
Zhao Layue said: "He will not be held by anyone."
"Even if Jing Jiu is still alive, he is already dead." There was more pity in the calm eyes of the monk Huanxi.
He is the ancestor of Zen Buddhism. He is the most thorough study of life and death in the two worlds. He can't make a mistake in his judgment. When Jing Jiu wakes up, he will become the sword in the scabbard of the sky and lose his consciousness. , If he doesn't wake up, what else is there to say?
Zhao Layue said: "Even if you are a monk of Great Compassion, you are not qualified to let the entire human race join you in this absurd bet."
Practitioners who can leave Chaotian Continent have supreme wisdom and unimaginable strong will, and all have their own way. They have a strong sense of responsibility and self-consciousness to find a right path for mankind. The Qingshan Patriarch and General Li thought so, and the Zen ancestor also thought so. The question is, which path is correct?
Before history becomes history, no one can be sure, except for deduction and calculation, after all, there is still a gamble.
"I don't play dice. There are also laboratories like Chaotian Continent here. If you are interested, you can visit it someday."
Huanxi Monk looked at her and smiled, her handsome face being very cute under the light reflected from the space station.
Between the light and darkness, he stepped on the Nirvana and turned and left, bypassing the dividing line of light and darkness of the planet, and heading towards the distant star, and soon disappeared without a trace.
Zhao Layue was silent for a while, flew toward the dark side of the planet, and soon after entering the atmosphere, it landed on the space base.
The branch trembles slightly, Ah Da jumped down and landed accurately on her shoulders, and persuaded with God’s sense: “There are too many powerful people in this world. Ordinary people? When he was in Chaotian Continent, he could beat me a hundred, and the dogs admired him very much. How perverted is this man, do you think?"
Zhao Layue didn't speak, and walked to the pavilion to pick up the jug and take a big sip.
The breeze passed through the protective cover, and a spaceship appeared off the cliff. Ran Handong jumped over and asked, "Is it all right?"
Zhao Layue shook her head, looked at the starry sky beyond the cliff and suddenly said: "Have you heard of people who believe in Buddha?"
Ascendants have created some experimental planets in this human civilization. There must be a kingdom of gentlemen and a kingdom of Buddha.
Ran Biandong said: "There are some in Xiuxian novels and games. It is said that they are leftovers from ancient civilizations, but they are rare in reality."
Zhao Layue made sure she didn’t know the existence of those experimental planets, so she didn’t ask anything, and said, “Have Cao Yuan found it?”
Ran Biandong said: "I just received the disappearance, there is indeed a problem with the solar storm over the Wangyou galaxy."
Several rays of light shot out from her wristband, forming a light map, including several remotely imaged planetary surface views. Zhao Layue looked at the blurry image and vaguely saw the traces of the Buddha. It seemed that Cao Yuan had left. He just didn't know the end result of his encounter with Chen Ya.
"Are we really not going to find Jing Jiu?" Ran Handong asked this question again.
Zhao Layue said: "If he doesn't want to wake up, no one can find it, just wait."
Ran Biandong didn’t know the secret behind this incident. He always thought that Jing Jiu was hiding somewhere, with a slightly strange expression: "Wake up?"
Zhao Layue did not speak, thinking in her heart, yes, just like before.
The girl priest is right. The current Jing Jiu is a deliberately dimmed fire, so as not to illuminate the darkness in the distance, but such a fire can easily be blown out by the wind.
Huanxi Monk is right. Jing Jiu's deep sleep was a kind of hopeless self-protection. With the Chengtian sword hanging above his head, he didn't dare to wake up at all.
She still has confidence, because Jing Jiu has slept for many years in Guocheng Temple and Chaoge City. When everyone thought he could not wake up, on an ordinary day, he would suddenly open his eyes, wake up, and then solve all the problems, so she didn't care about Huanxi Seng's views, Jing Jiu The moment of waking up is the moment that determines the direction of human civilization.
Of course, that could also be the moment of his death.
The question is, did Xue Ji really go to the Sea of Dark Things? Could it be that the gods who created her artificial intelligence really wanted to make the sea of dark things conscious and usher in a king who can communicate?
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Outside the walls of Seven Districts is an agricultural area that has been abandoned for many years.
Under the shining light of the stars, the dilapidated houses are like shells soaked in the sea of dark things, scorched on the outside, and ashes on the inside.
A simple road full of potholes is a few meters high garbage dump. Most of the pile is sand and gravel, which has no smell for a long time. Now it is covered by thin snow, which looks like a landscape painting.
Xue Ji is standing at the highest point of the garbage dump, with two small circles behind her hands, wearing blue sportswear, looking at the stars in the night sky, not knowing what she is thinking.
The blue sports suit belonged to Jing Jiu, and it naturally fell to the ground in her body, looking like a child wearing adult clothes, pretending to be mature.
Because of the closure, most of the factories have stopped working. The planet with serious heavy industry pollution has become much cleaner in a short period of time. Of course, it is also due to the constant snow falling these days. Starlight penetrated the mist in the atmosphere and fell on her expressionless round face, making the snow whiter and the gloom even darker.
No one knows why this city has suddenly fallen so much snow recently. Obviously, the legal winter has not yet arrived, and no one knows why the planet seems to be colder than it was at this time. Obviously, the protective cover has not changed. It was weak, but after receiving several energy injections from the warship, it strengthened a bit.
Even the weather department scientists have not found the reason, but it is always a good thing to replace acid rain with flying snow, but snow removal is a little more troublesome. Fortunately, the self-propelled machinery in those factories can be changed with only a small modification. It has become an automatic snow blower, and the recent snowfall is very rhythmic. The Sanitation Department is better to make corresponding arrangements.
When Xue Ji came to the garbage dump outside the Seventh District and looked at the stars in a daze the next day, the snow would become much larger, which may be related to her mood. The place where you can see the starry sky is indeed much better than the underground waterway. She is not as scared as she was in the past year-disconnecting the Internet is really useful, whether it is for work or safety.
She suddenly sensed something, disappeared from the top of the garbage dump, and went straight back to the room, looking at Jing Jiu on the soft chair.
Jing Jiu frowned, like two intersecting swords, not dreaming of those battles on Chaotian Continent, but because of a severe headache.
The long-term headache and the use of cranial nerve inhibitors made him a little emaciated, and even looked a little thin.
Xue Ji has done precise calculations and determined that his size and mass have not changed in any way. This wasting should be the influence of the spiritual world on the real world.
The medicine that Shen Yun buried in the hotel suite has been eaten. Jing Jiu hasn't had an accident until now. It is entirely because of Xueji's chill that he has entered a state similar to deep hibernation.
She hopped into the soft chair blankly and leaned against Jing Jiu's arms.
Jing Jiu felt the chill of her body, and subconsciously reached out and hugged her, hugging her very tightly, finally feeling more comfortable, and his brows gradually opened up.
The chilly cicada flew over from the window, carefully fell on top of Xue Ji's head, let out an inaudible, extremely comfortable whistle, and fell asleep like this.
In the summer, Jing Jiu likes to hold Ah Da, Ah Da likes to hold Cicada, and Cicada likes to hold ice chalcedony. It is also a similar scene.
In the early morning, the sun shines in from the window, but it doesn’t add any warmth. Instead, it shines the snow all over the sky more clearly~IndoMTL.com~ Huaxi wears thick cotton pajamas and walks out of the bedroom holding her shoulders. The sun and snow outside the window, without any interest in viewing the scenery, tremblingly said: "Warm...The heating... is broken..."
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No matter how cold the room is, no matter when the heating can be repaired, I always have breakfast.
The little girl was busy in the kitchen for a long time. She brought out two very simple plates of soft scrambled eggs with bread, and two cups of milk. The nutritional ratio was pretty good.
Jing Jiu took the silver knife and fork and slowly finished the food on the plate, got up and walked to the window to sit down and start playing the piano.
Chen Luo passed through her slender fingers and landed on the black and white keys.
He suddenly felt that this scene, or where this kind of composition seemed to have been seen before, didn't think much, and pressed his fingers slightly.
The sound of the piano matches the sunlight and snowflakes outside the window, everything is so peaceful and comfortable.
His finger movements are not stiff, but they are still mechanical, and the sound of the piano is also the same, like the harmonica sound he was sitting on the wall many days ago. There is no temperature, it seems to be coming from a speaker. .
The sound of the piano has no temperature, and naturally there is no emotion, but there is a magnificent atmosphere for some reason.
Emotion is not necessarily related to life, but even the description of magnificence must be the reaction of intelligent life to the world, or the interaction between heaven and earth and itself. .
The young man cannot express his emotions through music, but he can express magnificence, which means that he can already see the world, or see himself in the world.
This shows that he is about to wake up, and it can also be understood that he is dying.