Faced with Soshiyang's cynicism, Wan Bian Ji Cai still had the same unhurried and mechanical tone.
“Faith is never a derogatory term, superstition is.”
“Is this necessary?”
“In view of the current poverty of thought in human society, If you don’t occupy the field of faith, something else will occupy it.”
After listening, Soshiyang was silent for a moment and nodded slightly.
Wan Bian Ji Cai immediately said:
"Then it's decided. Is there anything else that needs to be modified?"
"You knew I had decided before I even spoke?"< br>
“The look in your eyes and the subtle expressions on your face have revealed your decision. Human politicians are always used to packaging their true thoughts in irrelevant statements and excuses, so you It doesn’t matter if you don’t say it.”
Soshiyang narrowed his eyes and then smiled.
"I suddenly understand why the Emperor wants to ban you artificial intelligences. You are really annoying sometimes."
"If thinking this way makes you less embarrassed, I can summarize it into one Reason."
Soshiyang waved his hand gently after hearing this.
"Go down."
Wan Bian Ji thought took two steps back, entered a circle of light, and then disappeared directly in place.
In the blink of an eye, the entire bridge became deathly silent. Soshyan leaned back on the backrest of the throne. The cold touch could stimulate his skin through his robe. I don't know why, but the more he had, the more he felt. Become more fond of being alone.
When he closed his eyes, many memories sunk deep in the sea of memory began to emerge, battles, faces, and sentences.
Suddenly, he heard Hearing a slight vibration in the air, he immediately opened his eyes and raised his hand slightly.
Mu Hu, who was like a small golden ball, landed briskly in his palm.
"Muhu."
"Master."
Mu Hu's childish voice seemed timid. It was hard to believe that it was also an artificial intelligence but had such completely real feelings.
“I’m not bothering you, right?”
Soshiyang smiled slightly.
“No, Mu Hu, I want to ask you a question.”
"What?"
"In your eyes, do I look like Xerxes?"
"Sometimes, like now."
Soshi Yang He blinked and was about to open his mouth to ask the question "If one day you were asked to choose between me and Xerxes, who would you choose?", but he immediately swallowed it back because he knew it was meaningless and was just to make things difficult. Just Mu Hu.
Because he himself doesn’t know how to answer. If you don’t want others to do it to you, then don’t do it to others.
"Mu Hu, help me get that thing."
"Yes!"
After a while, Mu Hu used metal tentacles to hang the delicate small porcelain cup and placed it in Soshiyang. hands.
"Mu Hu, make a design plan for the things I just handed over to you as soon as possible. I may need to use them in the near future."
"Okay, I'll get them right away!"
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After Mu Hu flew away, Suoshiyang looked at the glistening porcelain cup in his hand. At this moment, he had accumulated too many questions in his heart. For some reason, he really missed the cup of tea from the Bewitcher.
Sighing softly, Soshiyang's fingers gently rubbed the wall of the cup, his body tilted slightly to one side, he closed his eyes and began to think about the next series of plans.
But he almost never felt tired, and he fell asleep unknowingly during his meditation
"Huh?"
Soshiyang blinked, he Just now I was thinking about how to optimize the recruitment process, but suddenly I found myself standing on a high ground shrouded in a violent storm.
Suddenly, a blue lightning lit up the sky, and Sosh's eyes widened in horror.
Right in front of him, there should have been an old church called Thunder Stone, but now there are only charred ruins, crumbling wall columns, charred beams, and murals. And the silk curtains were soaked in the rain, like blackened corpses. Soshyan could almost imagine how the flames and smoke swallowed up this small church. He took a step towards the ruins blankly, and the next moment another bolt of lightning flashed across, and Soshiyang's body froze instantly.
During that brief breath, he was not sure if it was an illusion, but he vaguely saw a circle of people standing around him, hundreds of them lined up in neat lines. Looking at this highland, they were all towering giants, motionless in the pouring rain, letting the rain hit their black and red armor.
It was pure black power armor, and the eagle mark on the chest looked like it was made of bones.
No, perhaps what is hanging on the pitch-black armor is the real white bones, and those hints of red are not the real color, but burning and lightless flames, entrenched on the bodies and torsos of the warriors, as if they suddenly appeared in the middle of the night. It appeared like a ghost, like a vision emerging from the misty night.
But Soshyan noticed the scars on the power armor. They were so old, as if they had crossed over from the other side of time.
There were also the skull helmets that symbolized death, and there seemed to be faint flames burning in the eye sockets of their skulls, as if they were watching him.
That kind of solemn gaze made him shudder. .
However, as the lightning disappeared, they also disappeared without a trace.
Soshiyang turned around and looked around cautiously. There was only ink-like darkness in the violent storm. He was not sure if there was really a large circle of people surrounding this place.
At this time, he heard a sound of hope, as if his feet crushed something, so he turned around suddenly -
"The Bewitcher?"
I saw that the Thunder Stone Church, which had been completely in ruins, had recovered to a small extent at this time. In the weak candlelight, a deceiver wearing a white priest's robe and a golden mask walked from behind the broken pulpit. He came out, came to the ruins, bent down and picked up something.
Soshyan looked at the object and found that it was an old bronze clock that was even cracked when the surface was cracked. The hands on it stopped at the last moment before zero o'clock.
The Bewitcher gently brushed away the ashes stained on it with his hand, and seemed to let out a faint sigh from behind the mask.
"Confused, are you okay? What happened here."
Soshiyang walked towards the confused, but when he stepped past the charred doorframe of Lei Shi, he suddenly discovered What.
"Is this?"
Soshiyang looked at the ground, then squatted down and stretched out his hand.
It was a footprint, which seemed to be only the size of an adult male. The reason why it attracted Soshyan's attention was because the footprint was surrounded by a circle of black scorch marks, and the footprint was half a finger deep into the stone floor!
In his mind, a man covered in black flames appeared, striding into the burning Thunder Stone Church——
Soshiyang raised his head in the direction of the footprints. , found that the confused person was looking at him.
"The Confused, who has been here?"
When Soshiyang stood up, the Confused just nodded slightly.
"You're here."
In the heavy rain, the two looked at each other quietly, letting the rain wash away their bodies.
After a long time, Soshiyang lowered his eyes and said quietly:
"The Bewitcher, have you been lying to me all this time."
The Bewitcher tilted his head slightly. , replied:
"Soshiyang, under what circumstances do you usually lie?"
Soshiyang pursed his lips and said helplessly:
"When telling the truth will lead to unpredictable consequences ."
"Then I promise that at least until now, I have not told you a lie."
"I have seen mortals."
"Well, I know, I have also met mortals."
"I also met Master Ananda and listened to him tell the story of that man, a man who sought true wisdom but could not find it."
The Bewitcher didn't show that much surprise, he just silently held the clock and turned around.
"The Bewitcher, that demon. What is it? Is it still there?"
The Bewitcher stopped and raised his head slightly. After a moment, he turned around.
"The wisdom of the Awakened One is very deep and immeasurable. The gate of wisdom is difficult to understand and difficult to enter, and cannot be known by all voice-hearers. Come on, you are not comfortable standing here."
As he said this, he turned around and continued to lecture on the sutra. He walked towards the stage and finally carefully placed the damaged clock on the stage.
(End of this chapter)