The Path Toward Heaven

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

I have dealt with her for many years, 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.

When Zhao Layue heard these words, she remembered that Monk Dabei had lived beside the snowfield for many years, and had blocked the tide of Xue Ji and Xue Country beasts for many years with his supreme Zen method. Caoyuan Gudao Town Fengxue for hundreds of years is a long time later, and it can even be said to be an imitation or tribute to the Great Compassionate Monk. If Cao Yuan saw him, he might kneel down immediately. But will Cao Yuan heed his advice, help Xue Ji become the monarch of those monsters, and then surrender to her?

Your idea is ridiculous, she said.

Even if Shen Qingshan holds Jing Jiu's sword, it's just a boring repetition of the methods used by the gods. It can't solve the fundamental problem, and human beings will eventually go to the old road of extinction. No matter how absurd my idea is, it's worth trying, at least I 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 Huanxi Monk's calm eyes.

He is the ancestor of the Zen sect and the great man who has the most thorough study of life and death in the two worlds, and his judgment cannot be wrong—Jing Jiu will become the sword in Chengtian's scabbard when he wakes up, and lose his self-awareness. If he doesn't wake up, what 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 ridiculous gamble.

Practitioners who can leave Chaotian Continent all possess supreme wisdom and unimaginably strong will, and they all have their own way. They have a strong sense of responsibility and self-consciousness, and want to find a correct path for mankind. Patriarch Qingshan and General Li thought this way, and the ancestor of Zen Buddhism also thought this way. The question is, which path is the correct one?

Before history becomes history, no one can be sure. Apart from deduction and calculation, there is still an element of gambling after all.

I don't play dice. There is also a laboratory like Chaotian Continent here. If you are interested, you can visit it sometime.

Huanxi Monk looked at her and smiled, his handsome face was very cute under the light reflected from the space station.

Between the light and the darkness, he stepped on the Great Nirvana and turned away, bypassing the dividing line of light and darkness of the planet, heading for the distant stars, and soon disappeared without a trace.

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

The branch trembled slightly, and Ah Da jumped down, landed on her shoulder accurately, and persuaded with his spiritual sense: There are too many powerful people in this world. Don't kill people if you are unhappy like in it. Is that an ordinary person? When he was in Chaotian Continent, he could hit me a hundred times. Even dogs admired him. How perverted is this man?

Zhao Layue didn't say a word, she went to the pavilion and took a big sip from the jug.

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

Zhao Layue shook her head, looked at the starry sky beyond the cliff and said suddenly: Have you ever heard of Buddhist believers?

The Ascenders have created some experimental planets in this human civilization, presumably there will be a kingdom of gentlemen, and there will also be a kingdom of Buddha.

Ran Handong said: It is found in Xiuxian novels and games. It is said that it is a legacy of the belief of ancient civilizations, but it is rare in reality.

Zhao Layue was sure that she didn't know about the existence of those experimental planets, so she didn't ask any more questions, and said, Did Cao Yuan find it?

Ran Handong said: Just received the disappearance, there is indeed a problem with the solar storm on the Wangyou galaxy.

Several rays of light shot from her bracelet, forming a light map, which also included several views of the surface of the remote imaging planet. Looking at the blurry image, Zhao Layue could vaguely see the traces of the Buddha. It seemed that Cao Yuan had left, but he didn't know the 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 refuses to wake up, no one will find him. Just wait.

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

Zhao Layue didn't speak, but thought in her heart, yes, it's just like before.

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

Huanxi Monk was right. Jing Jiu's deep sleep was a kind of hopeless self-preservation, with Cheng Tianjian hanging above his head, he dared not wake up at all.

She still has confidence, because Jing Jiu slept in Guocheng Temple and Chaoge City for many years. When everyone thought he couldn't wake up, on an ordinary day, he would suddenly open his eyes, wake up, and solve all the problems, so she didn't care about Huanxi Monk's opinion, the moment Jing Jiu woke up was the moment that determined 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 Matters? Did the gods really want to create her artificial intelligence to make the sea of ​​dark things conscious and usher in a king who can communicate?

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

Under the light of the stars, the dilapidated houses are like shells soaked by the sea of ​​dark things, scorched black on the outside and ashes on the inside.

On the other side of the simple road full of potholes is a pile of garbage several meters high. Most of the piles are sand and gravel.

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

The blue tracksuit 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.

Due to the closure, most of the factories have been shut down, and the planet, which is seriously polluted by heavy industry, has become much cleaner in a short period of time. Of course, it is also thanks to the snow that has been falling non-stop these days. Starlight penetrated the mist in the atmosphere and fell on her expressionless round face, making the whiteness whiter and the darkness even darker.

No one knows why the city has suddenly fallen so much snow recently. It is clear that the statutory winter has not yet arrived, and no one knows why the planet seems to be colder than it used to be at this time. Obviously, the protective cover has not become weaker, but has been strengthened after receiving several energy injections from the battleship.

Even the scientists of the Weather Department couldn't find the reason, but it is always a good thing that flying snow replaces acid rain, but snow removal is a little more troublesome. Fortunately, the self-propelled machinery in those factories can be turned into automatic snow removal machines with only a small modification, and the recent snowfall is very rhythmic, so the Cleaning Department is better at making corresponding arrangements.

Whenever Xue Ji came to the rubbish dump outside the Seventh District and looked at the starry sky in a daze the next day, the snow would become much heavier, 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 afraid as she was in the past year now-disconnecting from the Internet is really useful, whether it is for work or safety.

She suddenly sensed something, disappeared from above the garbage pile, went back to the room directly, and looked at Jing Jiu on the soft chair.

Jing Jiu's brows were furrowed, like two intersecting swords, not because of dreaming about the battles in Chaotian Continent, 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.

Xue Ji has made precise calculations and determined that his volume and mass have not changed at all. This thinness should be the influence of the spiritual world on the real world.

The medicine Shen Yun buried in the hotel suite has already been taken, and Jing Jiu has not had any accidents so far, and it is entirely due to Xue Ji's chill that he has entered a state similar to deep hibernation.

She jumped onto the soft chair with no expression on her face, and leaned into Jing Jiu's arms.

Jing Jiu felt the chill in her body, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to hug her, hugging her very tightly, and finally felt a little more comfortable, his brows gradually relaxed.

The chilling cicada flew over from the window, carefully landed on the top of Xue Ji's head, uttered an inaudible and extremely comfortable chirping, and fell into a deep sleep just like that.

In the summer of Shenmo Peak, Jing Jiu likes to hug Ah Da, Ah Da likes to hug Han Chan, and Han Chan likes to hug Bing Chalcedony. It's a similar scene.

In the early morning, the sun shone in from the window, but it did not add any warmth, but made the snowy sky more clearly. Wearing thick cotton pajamas, Huaxi walked out of the bedroom with her shoulders in her arms. She saw the sun and snow outside the window, but she didn't have any interest in viewing the scenery. She said in a trembling voice, Warm...the heating...is broken again....

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No matter how cold the room was, no matter when the heating was actually fixed, there was always breakfast.

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

Jing Jiu slowly ate the food on the plate with a silver knife and fork, got up, walked to the window and sat down to play the piano.

The morning falls through the slender fingers and falls on the black and white keys.

He suddenly felt that this scene, or this kind of composition, seemed to have been seen somewhere, and without thinking too much, he pressed down with his fingers slightly.

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

His finger movements are not stiff, but they are still somewhat mechanical, and the sound from the piano is also the same, just like the harmonica sound he played while sitting on the wall many days ago, without any warmth, as if it came from a speaker.

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

Emotions are not necessarily related to life, but even the description of grandeur must be the response of intelligent life to the world, or the interaction between heaven and earth and itself.

The young man can't express his emotions through the music, but he can express the magnificence, which means that he has been able to see the world, or see himself in the world.

This means that he is about to wake up, and it can also be understood that he is about to die.