The Path Toward Heaven

"Xue Ji is very intelligent, emotional, conscious, and different from those monsters."

"I have dealt with her for many years, and it has been longer than you have dealt with. I understand how she exists and I am very sure that she has something in common with those monsters."

Zhao Layue heard this sentence and remembered that the sorrowful monk had lived on the snowy field for many years. With his supernatural powers, he blocked the snow tide and the snow country tide for many years. It has been a long time since the wind and snow in Caoyuan Gudao Town for hundreds of years. It can even be said to imitate or pay tribute to the monk of the Great Compassion. If Cao Yuan saw him, he might kneel to the ground immediately. But will Cao Yuan follow his advice, help Xue Ji become the monarch of those monsters, and then surrender to her?

"Your idea is too absurd." She said.

"Even if Shen Qingshan held the sword of Jing Jiu, it was just a boring repetition of the means that the gods used to solve the fundamental problem. Humanity will eventually go to the old road of extinction. No matter how absurd my thoughts are, It's worth trying, at least you should find her first. "Huan Xieng said.

Zhao Layue said: "He will not be held by anyone."

"Jing Jiu is dead even if he is still alive." The joyful monk had more pity in his calm eyes.

He is the ancestor of Zen, a great man with the most thorough research on life and death in the two worlds, and his judgment cannot be wrong-Jing Jiu wakes up and becomes the sword in Chengtian ’s sword sheath, losing his consciousness, if he What else can I say if I do n’t wake up?

Zhao Layue said: "Even if you are a sorrowful monk, you are not qualified to let the whole humanity join you in this absurd gambling game."

Practitioners who can leave the Chaotian Continent have supreme wisdom and unimaginably powerful will, and all have their own ways. They have a strong sense of responsibility and consciousness to find a correct path for humanity. Qingshan Patriarch and General Li thought this way, as did this Zen ancestor. The question is, which path is right?

Before history becomes history, no one can be sure, except for deducing calculations, after all, there is still an element of gambling.

"I don't play dice. There are also laboratories like Chaotian Continent. If you are interested, you can check it out the other day."

Huanxi Monk looked at her and smiled. His handsome face was particularly lovely under the light reflected from the space station.

Between the light and dark, he stepped on the big nirvana and turned away, bypassing the light and dark dividing line of the planet, and heading towards the distant star, and soon disappeared.

Zhao Layue was silent for a while, and flew towards the dark side of the planet. Shortly after entering the atmosphere, he landed on the space base station.

The branch twitched slightly, and A-Da jumped down and accurately landed on her shoulder, persuading her with wisdom: "There are too many powerful people in this world, don't be as unhappy as you are inside, you will kill, is that an ordinary person? ? When he was in Chaotian Continent, he was able to beat me a hundred, and the dogs admired him very much. How do you say this person is abnormal? "

Zhao Layue didn't speak, went to the pavilion and took a sip from the jug.

The breeze passed through the protective cover, a spacecraft appeared outside the cliff, Ran Handong jumped over and asked, "Are you all right?"

Zhao Layue shook his head, looking at the starry sky outside the cliff and suddenly said, "Have you heard of anyone who believes in Buddha?"

Ascendants have created some experimental planets in this human civilization. Presumably, there will be a gentleman's country and a Buddha's country.

Ran Handong said: "There are Xiuxian novels and games, it is said to be a legacy of ancient civilization, but it is rare in reality."

Zhao Layue determined that she did not know about the existence of those experimental planets, and asked no more, saying, "Did Cao Yuan find it?"

Ran Handong said: "I just received the disappearance, there is indeed a problem with the solar storm over the Wang You Galaxy."

Several rays of light emerged from her bracelet to form a light map, and there were several remote imaging planet surface views. Zhao Layue looked at the blurry image and vaguely saw the traces of the Buddha. It seemed that Cao Yuan had left, but he didn't know what the result of his encounter with Chen Ya was.

"Are we really not looking for Jing Jiu?" Ran Handong raised this question again.

Zhao Layue said: "If he refuses to wake himself, no one can find it, wait."

Ran Handong didn't know the secret of this matter, always thinking that Jing Jiu was hiding somewhere, with a slightly different expression: "Wake up?"

Zhao Layue didn't speak, thinking to her heart, yes, just like before.

The girl priest was right. The current Jing Jiu is a deliberately dim fire, so as not to illuminate the darkness in the distance, but such a fire is easily blown out by the wind.

Huanxi Monk is right. Jing Jiu's deep sleep is a hopeless self-preservation. Cheng Tianjian hangs above his head, he dare not wake up at all.

She remained confident because Jing Jiu had slept in Guocheng Temple and Chaoge City for many years. When everyone thought he could n’t wake up, he would suddenly open his eyes, wake up, and solve all the problems on an unusual day, so she did n’t care about the monk ’s opinion, Jing Jiu The moment when I wake up is the moment that determines the direction of human civilization.

Of course, that may also be the moment of his death.

The question is, did Xue Ji really go to the sea of ​​dark things? Did the gods build her artificial intelligence really wanted to make the sea of ​​dark objects conscious and welcome a king who can communicate?

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Outside the wall of the Seven Districts is an agricultural area that has been abandoned for many years.

Under the shining of starlight, the dilapidated houses are like shells that have been infiltrated by the sea of ​​dark objects. They are black on the outside and dark on the inside.

A simple road full of potholes is a pile of **** that is several meters high. Most of the pile is sand and gravel. It has long been odorless and is now covered with thin snow. It looks like a landscape painting.

Xueji stood at the highest point of the garbage dump, with two small round hands behind her back, wearing blue sportswear, looking at the stars in the night sky, and wondering what she was thinking.

The blue sportswear is Jing Jiu's. She wore her body and naturally fell to the ground. It looked like a child wearing adult clothes, pretending to be mature.

Because of the closure, most of the factories have been shut down. The planet polluted by heavy industry has become much cleaner in a short time. Of course, there is also the credit for the snow that has been falling these days. The starlight penetrated the mist in the atmosphere and landed on her expressionless round face, making the snow white more snow-white and the darkness darker.

No one knows why the city has suddenly fallen so much snow recently, the apparently stipulated winter has not yet arrived, and no one knows why the planet seems to be colder than before, and the protective cover has not become weak, On the contrary, after receiving several injections from the battleship, it increased a few points.

Even the scientists of the Weather Department have not found a reason, but it is always a good thing to replace the acid rain with flying snow, but it is a little more troublesome to remove snow. Fortunately, the self-mechanical equipment in those factories only needs a small modification to become automatic snow removal Machine, and the recent snowfall is very rhythmic, the cleaning department is better to make corresponding arrangements.

Every time Xue Ji came to the garbage dump outside the Seventh District and stared at the starry sky for the second day, the snow would become much larger, which might 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 it was in the past year-the disconnection is really useful, regardless of work or safety.

Suddenly she sensed something, disappeared from the top of the garbage dump, and returned directly to the room, looking at Jing Jiu on the soft chair.

Jing Jiu's eyebrows were locked, like two swords intersecting, not because of dreams of fighting on the mainland, but because of a severe headache.

The prolonged headache and the use of brain nerve inhibitors made him a little haggard and even looked a little thin.

Xueji has made precise calculations and determined that his volume and mass have not changed. This kind of weight loss should be the influence of the spiritual world on the real world.

The medicine that Shen Yun buried in the hotel suite has been finished. Jing Jiu has not yet had an accident. It is entirely due to the coldness of Xue Ji entering a state of deep hibernation.

She jumped into the soft chair without expression, leaning on Jing Jiu's arms.

Jingjiu felt the coldness of her body, unconsciously reached out and hugged her, hugged very tightly, and finally felt more comfortable, her brows gradually spread out.

Cicada flew over the window, carefully fell on the top of Xue Ji's head, issued an unspeakable, extremely comfortable whistle, and just went to sleep.

In the summer of God's last peak, Jing Jiu likes to hold Ada, Ada likes to hold the cicada, and Cicada likes to hold the ice chalcedony, which is a similar picture.

In the early morning, the sunlight came in from the window, but it didn't add any warmth. Instead, it shined the snow all over the sky more clearly. The sun and snow, but without any interest in viewing, said with a trembling voice: "Warm ... Heating ... bad ..."

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No matter how cold the room is, no matter when the heating is really repaired, breakfast is always required.

The little girl was busy in the kitchen for a long time, and brought out two extremely simple soft-scrambled eggs with bread and two glasses of milk. The nutritional ratio was not bad.

Jing Jiu took a silver knife and fork to slowly eat the food on the plate, got up and walked to the window to sit down and began to play the piano.

Morning fell through the long fingers and fell on the black and white keys.

Suddenly felt that the scene, or where this composition seems to have been seen, without much thought, his fingers pressed slightly.

The sound of the piano is matched with the sunlight and snowflakes outside the window, everything is so quiet and comfortable.

His finger movements are not stiff, but there are still some mechanical, so is the sound of the piano, just like the harmonica sound that he sat on the wall many days ago, there is no temperature, like it comes from the speaker.

The sound of the piano has no temperature, and naturally there is no emotion. Somehow, there is a magnificent atmosphere.

Emotions are not necessarily related to life, but even the description of magnificence is bound to be the reaction of intelligent life to the world, or that the world and the world are related to each other. .

The teenager can't express his emotions through the tune, but he can express his grandness, indicating that he can already see this world, or see himself in the world.

This shows that he is about to wake up, and it can be understood that he is dying.