Chapter 908

"Xueji is very intelligent, emotional and conscious. She is different from those monsters."

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

When Zhao Layue heard this sentence, she remembered that the great compassion monk had lived near the snow field for many years. With his supreme Zen power, he blocked the tide of Xueji and animals in the snow country for many years. It's been a long time since the wind and snow in Gudao Town, Caoyuan. It can even be said to be an imitation or tribute to the great compassion monk. If Cao Yuan saw him, he might kneel down immediately. But will Cao Yuan follow his advice, help Xueji 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 is just a boring repetition of the means used by the gods, which can not solve the fundamental problem. Mankind 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. " Said the happy monk.

Zhao Layue said, "he won't be held by anyone."

"Well nine is dead even if he is still alive." There was more pity in the calm eyes of the happy monk.

He is the ancestor of Zen and a great man who has the most thorough study of life and death in the two worlds. His judgment will not go wrong - when Jing Jiu wakes up, he will become the sword in the scabbard of Chengtian sword and lose his self-consciousness. If he doesn't wake up, what else to say?

Zhao Layue said, "even if you are a great compassion monk, you are not qualified to let the whole mankind join you in this absurd gamble."

Practitioners who can leave Chaotian have supreme wisdom and unimaginable strong will, and have their own Tao. They have a strong sense of responsibility and self-consciousness to find a right path for mankind. Master Qingshan and General Li thought so, and so did the Zen ancestor. The question is, which way is the right one?

Before history becomes history, no one can be sure. In addition to deduction and calculation, there is still gambling after all.

"I don't play dice. There are laboratories like Chaotian mainland here. If you are interested, you can go and have a look another day."

The happy monk looked at her and smiled. His handsome face was particularly lovely under the light reflected from the space station.

Between the light and darkness, he stepped on the great nirvana, turned and left, bypassed the light and dark division line of the planet, went to 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, she fell on the space platform.

The branch trembled slightly. ADA jumped down and landed on her shoulder accurately. He advised with divine knowledge: "there are too many powerful people in this world. Don't be unhappy and kill people like inside. Is that an ordinary person? When he was in Chaotian mainland, he could beat me a hundred times. The dogs admired him very much. How abnormal do you think this man is? "

Zhao Layue didn't speak. She went to the lower end of the pavilion and took a big sip from the wine pot.

The breeze passed through the protective cover, and a spaceship appeared outside the cliff. Ran Handong jumped over and asked, "are you okay?"

Zhao La Yue shook her head, looked at the starry sky outside the cliff and suddenly said, "have you ever heard of people who believe in Buddhism?"

The 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 in fairy novels and games. It is said that it is a legacy of ancient civilization, but it is rare in reality."

Zhao Layue was sure that she didn't know the existence of those experimental planets. She didn't ask any more. She said, "did Cao Yuan find it?"

Ran Handong said: "just received the disappearance, there is really a problem with the solar storm on the right side of the Wang star system."

Several rays of light were emitted from her bracelet to form a light map, including several remote imaging planet surface views. Zhao Layue looked at the blurred image and vaguely saw the trace of the Buddha. It seems that Cao Yuan has left, but she doesn't know what the final result of his encounter with Chen Ya is.

"We really don't look for Jing Jiu?" Ran Handong asked this question again.

Zhao La Yue said, "if he doesn't wake up, no one can find him. Wait."

Ran Handong didn't know the secret of this matter. He always thought that Jing Jiu was hiding somewhere. He looked slightly different and said, "wake up?"

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

The young priest was right. Now Jingjiu is a self deliberately dim fire, so that it can not illuminate the darkness in the distance, but such a fire is easy to be blown out by the wind.

What the happy monk said is not wrong. Jing Jiu's deep sleep is a hopeless self-protection. Cheng Tianjian is hanging overhead. He doesn't dare to wake up at all.

She still remained confident, because Jing Jiu had 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 the view of Huanxi monk. The moment Jingjiu woke up was the moment that determined the direction of human civilization.

Of course, it could be the moment of his death.

The question is, did Xueji really go to the sea of dark things? Did the gods really want to create her artificial intelligence to make the sea of dark things aware and usher in a king who can communicate?

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Outside the wall of District 7 is an agricultural area that has been abandoned for many years.

Under the starlight, the dilapidated houses are like shells soaked in the sea of dark things, blackened on the outside and full of ashes on the inside.

There is a simple road full of potholes. There is a garbage dump several meters high. Most of it is sand and gravel. It has long had no smell. Now it is covered with thin snow, which is like a landscape painting.

Xueji stood at the top of the garbage heap, with two small round hands behind her, dressed in blue sportswear, looking at the stars in the night sky. She didn't know what she was thinking.

The blue sportswear is mine nine. Wearing it, her body naturally falls to the ground. It looks like a child wearing adult clothes, pretending to be mature.

Because of the closure, most factories have shut down. The planet with serious heavy industrial pollution has become much cleaner in a short time. Of course, it is also due to the continuous falling snow these days. The starlight penetrated the mist in the atmosphere and fell on her expressionless round face, making the snow white more white and the darkness more dark.

No one knows why the city has suddenly fallen so much snow recently. It is clear that the legal winter has not yet come, and no one knows why the planet seems to be colder than before. It is clear that the protective cover has not become weak, but has increased a few points after receiving several injections from warships.

Even the scientists of the weather department have not found 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 mechanical equipment in those factories can be turned into automatic snow removers with only a small transformation. Moreover, the recent snowfall is very rhythmic, and the clean department is better to make corresponding arrangements.

Whenever Xueji comes to the garbage dump outside District 7 and looks at the starry sky in a daze, the snow will become much larger, which may be related to her mood. The place where she can see the stars is really much better than the underground waterway. She is not as afraid as she was in the past year - disconnection is really useful for work and safety.

She suddenly sensed something, disappeared from the top of the garbage pile, directly returned to the room and looked at Jing Jiu on the soft chair.

Jing Jiu's eyebrows were locked, like two intersecting swords. He didn't dream of those battles on the land facing the sky, but because of a severe headache.

A long headache and the use of brain nerve inhibitors made him a little haggard and even look thin.

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

Shen Yun has finished all the medicine buried in the hotel suite. Jing Jiu hasn't had an accident yet. She has entered a state similar to deep hibernation completely by Xueji's chill.

Without expression, she jumped into the soft chair and leaned against Jing Jiu's arms.

Jing Jiu felt the chill of her body. Subconsciously, he reached out and hugged her. He hugged her very tightly. Finally he felt more comfortable, and his eyebrows gradually stretched out.

The cold cicada flew over from the window, carefully landed on Xueji's head, gave out a quiet, very comfortable sound, and fell asleep.

In the summer of Shenmo peak, Jing Jiu likes to hold ADA, ADA likes to hold cold cicadas, and cold cicadas like to hold ice chalcedony, which is also a similar picture.

In the early morning, the sun shines in from the window, but it doesn't add any warmth. Instead, it shines more clearly on the snowflakes all over the sky. Wearing thick cotton pajamas, Huaxi walked out of the bedroom with her shoulders. She saw the sun and snow outside the window, but she was not interested in watching the scenery. She said in a trembling voice, "warm... Heating... Broken again."

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No matter how cold the room is, no matter when the heating can be really repaired, breakfast is always to be eaten.

The little girl was busy in the kitchen for a long time. She brought out two plates of very simple soft scrambled eggs with bread and two glasses of milk. The nutritional ratio was quite good.

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

Morning fell through the slender fingers and landed on the black and white keys.

He suddenly felt that this scene, or this composition, seemed to have been seen somewhere. Without much thought, he pressed his fingers slightly.

With the sound of the piano and the sunshine and snowflakes outside the window, everything is so quiet and comfortable.

His fingers are not stiff, but they are still mechanical. The sound of the piano is the same, just like the harmonica sound he played 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 no emotion. Somehow, it has a magnificent atmosphere.

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

The teenager can't express his feelings through music, but he can express his grandeur, which means that he can see the world, or see himself in the world.

This means that he is about to wake up, which can also be understood as that he is going to die. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.