MTL - Joy of Life-v7 Chapter 147 Radiant paintings and legends

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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Once upon a time there was a mountain, there was a temple in the mountain, there was a man in the temple, and the man told a story. He said: There was a mountain in the past... If the experience of Fan’s leisure in the temple develops like this, there is no doubt that those People who are looking forward to surviving or dying in the world will be covered with many layers of spider webs and then killed by alive.

Just like the world after the catastrophe, no matter what is causal or something, it is always impossible to stay in a dull repetition. The rebirth after the destruction of civilization cannot completely produce the same appearance as before, even in this world. The only surviving temple, at the beginning of the second human beginning, began to transmit the seeds of the last civilization to the human through the blindfolded messenger.

The most obvious change between the two worlds is naturally impossible to escape from the eyes of Fan Fei, reborn for more than 20 years, and meditation on the hegemony of the day. In this year, I began to realize the energies between the heavens and the earth. This is the real difference. Human society seems to find a means of development, and the meridians in the human body are evidence of this change.

If you say the vitality between heaven and earth and the infuriating atmosphere within the human body, this is a journey, the traces left in the world after the catastrophe hundreds of thousands of years ago, the traces after being balanced by nature, but why The traces did not let the human beings living in between die?

Using the explanation of the voice in the temple, perhaps adapting to the environment, and finding some balance point and benefit in this adaptation, is the tenacious nature of life itself.

With this in mind, Fan can't help but feel awkward. He sat on the ground and couldn't speak for a long time. In his heart, he thought it was the most stubborn and most impossible to be extinguished. In fact, it is the most vulnerable existence. However, the seemingly most vulnerable life has become the strongest in the face of iron-clad facts. The most fearless existence.

Humans have adapted to this environment, and the plants and animals that have re-growed have adapted to this environment. Fans have closed their eyes and thought about what they have seen and heard since they were born again. They have discovered that neither humans nor animals seem to be filled with the world. The fact that there is too much variation in the energy of the room is really a bit stunned.

It seems that radiation is horrible, but it is long in the long time. In fact, it is just a fresh and moving style painting.

I don't know how long it took, Fan Xiancai got rid of this shock and stunned emotions. At this time, the picture on the smooth mirror in the temple sky has already left Dadongshan and began to show a variety of things. Vivid picture.

Someone quietly hunted in the jungle, some cheerfully worked in the fields, and some women sneered at the creek laundry. Young children who have a first-hand experience are awkward in the gimmicks, have smoke, have villages, city-states, and palaces. Naturally there are disputes, wars, and strangles. bloody.

The picture gradually fades, and there is a scene of the martial arts practitioners practicing, or sitting in the lotus, or scattered in the mountains, tough and unparalleled, wind and sleep, after years, ask the sky to ask the sea. The external vision of the four wild directly refers to the inner heart, the remnant of the vitality between the heavens and the earth, and the turbidity of the spit in the body. One day, the mainland martial arts gradually formed. I saw these pictures myself, and basically I haven’t had the feeling of being ecstatic. It is really thanks to the foundation laid down by the education of the Superintendent at a young age. But this is the case, after looking at the real picture of the mainland. After all, he still had some swaying of his heart, and his lips were filled with a bitter and inexplicable smile. He shouted at the light mirror in front of him: "Tell me, since the secrets of martial arts are all self-cultivated by the world, Why are there so many powerful things in the temple? Just stealing two books and going out, created several great masters in the world."

Before waiting for the temple to speak, Fan Cough coughed twice, and said first: "I have already said this time. I must have already analyzed my origins, so I don’t want to say what is left in the gods. Nonsense."

The temple was quiet for a long time, and then the voice calmed again: "Innumerable years, the temple has been observing the world, we will collect data, analyze it, and then cooperate with the biological characteristics of human beings, summarize and correct it, and finally get a few Research results in one direction."

It turned out that the mother's leaf light eyebrows secretly brought out a few exercises in the temple. It turned out to be such a source, but it is also a matter of thought. If there is not a very high-minded vision and means, there are countless genres that are not secretly transmitted. Macros are used for selection, and in the world, who can use the countless years of time like a temple to carefully select these things.

"You have passed many useful methods to the world." This is something that has already appeared in the previous picture. Fan Xian will not erase the effect of this site on the inheritance of civilization. He said after a moment of silence: "When opening up wild land The temple even sent messengers directly to help humans deal with the behemoths that were difficult to deal with. Later, they also taught many skills for standing in the natural world... Why are these methods not directly transmitted to humans, or there are certainly many in the temple? Information, why are you hiding all the time?"

At this point, I am finally approaching the woman. I think that the death of my mother’s eyebrows is inseparable from the temple. Whether it is the skill of Ye Xiaomei’s stealing the temple or the craftsmanship of the inner culture of the human society, the heart of Fan’s heart is slightly cold. Get up, the voice is hoarse, staring at the light mirror and faintly said: "And it will destroy your own rules, chasing those people around."

"There are no people, only one person."

The voice of the temple is still calm, perhaps because he has never come to a definitive conclusion from the analysis of the information and the conversation. Therefore, the answer to the temple is particularly frank. "We are guardians, we guard the human civilization. The last fire of the land is sprouting again. We want the human remains to survive in this world. This is our mission."

“The temple will spread some suitable skills and knowledge to the world, such as water conservancy, such as rice, such as martial arts skills, but we will not try to force the world to influence one.

Fan Xian suddenly said: "You said that you are just a guardian, not a controller, but you have enveloped the shadow of the temple on the top of human beings for so many years, and you have been trying to plan a place according to your own ideas. Think of the perfect world."

His brows wrinkled slightly: "A thousand years ago, the Great Wei Dynasty was founded for a thousand years. There is actually no fundamental change in this world."

The voice of the temple was silent for a long time, and then for the first time in a rhetorical tone: "Is this not good?"

is this okay? Still not good? Who can say clearly. Fan Xian is a person with extremely sharp thinking. From the letters in the voice of the temple, he has already clearly and clearly judged that the temple, or the last site of the previous civilization, still carries out the instructions in the program. However, that robbery, human self-destruction. After all, it has an impact on its way of thinking.

I don't know if the temple is an individual with self-awareness, but it is obvious that the temple has been watching all the world calmly, preventing human society from moving toward a higher level of civilization, perhaps in its view, civilization. If you follow the old road, you will be greeted with another destruction. Ye Xiaomei was in the world to call for the rain. Driven by the productivity and technology of the entire continent, there is no doubt that the bottom line of the temple has been touched, so the temple will choose Qingdi as its spokesperson, and everything related to Ye Xiaomei will be wiped out. It’s just that the messenger of the temple is very rare. And died in the hands of Wuzhu Shudi, it has no way to understand and control, Qingdi is still using the internal library. The blood of his own eyebrows is still alive.

Fan’s mood is much calmer. He doesn’t think that there is too much meaning for an anger or sadness like artificial intelligence. He held his jaw and silent for a moment and said, “Whether it’s good or bad, you are In the process of intervening in the world, this is not quite right with your rules."

"The temple does not care about human events, nor has it forcibly prevented the evolution of human civilization. We are only trying to correct this process. But if there are external forces trying to force this process to speed up, we will certainly stop it."

The sound of the temple calmed and indifferently rang through the building.

Fan Xian was a sneak peek, and then he laughed. His voice was already hoarse because of illness. The laughter at this time was particularly dry and weird, and his laughter grew louder and louder. Resounding in an empty building. Until the end he even laughed with tears and couldn't help but lie down.

The light mirror is smooth. The sound is quiet, the temple does not seem to care about this strange traveler, why he laughs in such a solemn place, it just waits calmly.

I don’t know how long it took, Fan Xiancai finally stopped laughing, hiding on the cold ground, calm expression, looking straight into the ceiling of the building, after a moment of silence said: "You are used to calling yourself a temple, see After hundreds of thousands of years, you really think of yourself as a god."

There was no sound in the temple, but the light mirror floated in the air and flew over his head. Once again, the scene of the end of the catastrophe began to appear, but this time the lens did not seem to face the grasslands and oceans, but Face the people who have suffered from infinite suffering.

Fan Fei’s brow wrinkled, knowing that the temple wanted to use these pictures to make a silent explanation. These silent pictures are really shocking, but he didn’t want to see it. He said directly: “Close, not What is the real style of painting."

The light mirror suspended in the air gradually subsided, lost its luster, turned into a straight scroll, and moved from the two sides to the middle, gradually closing the picture. With the disappearance of the last glance, the light mirror became A stick, then the old man who floated in the light spot, re-appeared.

"Repeat, I am the guardian, not the god."

"If you are not a god, how can you have your own judgments and behaviors?" Fan Xian seems to be a little tired, long-term conversation, the scene of the scene in front of him, makes him look a little embarrassed, he put his hands on his pillow Behind his own head, calmly watching the old man floating above himself, he asked: "You are created by human beings, but now they are beginning to control the development of human beings. What kind of procedures are developed based on this kind of procedure?"

"The four laws of the temple."

Fan’s tone is calm and calm: “You still get used to calling yourself a temple. This is the thing I can’t understand.”

"The first law, the temple must not harm humans, nor can it be seen that human beings are hurt and stand by. The second law, the temple should obey all human orders, but must not violate the first law. The third law, the temple should protect itself. Safe. But must not violate the first and second laws..."

The voice of the temple is not over yet, and Fan’s brows are once again wrinkled, because he always feels that these three laws sound familiar, but it seems that there are some subtle changes in the details and some things that I remember. .

"The zeroth law, the temple must protect the overall interests of mankind from harm, and the other three laws can be established under this premise."

After a long period of meditation, Fan finally remembered where these incomparable laws came from. It was the three laws of robots that appeared in countless times in the novels of that world. at this moment. He suddenly remembered something that had not been remembered for a long time, such as the little black guy, and the robot that was more handsome than the little black guy.

It seems that in the world after death or after crossing, when civilization developed to a certain stage, Asimov’s three laws were really applied to reality. However, Fan Fan feels a little cold, and some are afraid. The zeroth law of the temple.

Protecting the overall interests of mankind from harm? Is the zero law of the temple obeying this one? It seems that this is a glorious and correct law, but Fan Xian easily finds an extremely dangerous place.

It is precisely because of the existence of this law that the temple will faintly control the progress of human civilization, and will not be in the world, but bet on the attention of Ye Xiaomei who escaped from the temple. Even in the end, he did not hesitate to violate the laws of the first and second, and directly joined hands with the emperor and Laozi to erase the eyebrows from the world.

The zeroth law is the most crucial. It is also the most terrible word, the so-called overall interests of mankind. The question is, who is the overall interest of mankind? What kind of world environment, and how does the social composition form truly conform to the overall interests of mankind? In the view of the temple, if you follow the old road, step by step toward the peak of human civilization. The emergence of hot weapons and even stronger weapons will only destroy the entire human society, and naturally it will not be in the overall interests of mankind.

But these things, such as technological civilization, can make the poor people who are desperately planning to eat in the fields, the people who sell and sell women to live better things, can never appear in this world? Fan Xian is not a technicalist. But he still believes. The human beings of the twenty-first century in that world must be much more happy than the humans of the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries.

Overall interest? This is a chaotic and even ridiculous word. Is it determined by a non-human wisdom that has no feelings, and perhaps rarely makes mistakes? Fan’s face was pale and pale, looking at the old man floating above his head. After a long silence, he asked: “Where is the overall interest of mankind?”

The old man was silent for a long time, then he said: "The temple does not know, but the temple knows that some roads are not going to work."

"It is no wonder that the last time the messenger landed on the South, killing so many innocent people along the way. If the three laws are really effective, how could this happen?" Fan looked at the old man, and his voice trembled: "For the overall benefit." This vague concept, you can do whatever you want, don't you think this is dangerous?"

“The temple has a means of self-control. This is a kind of data judgment.” The old man said calmly: “The temple cannot see the human being on the old road.”

"I should thank you or yell at you?" Fan idled his hands and sat up from the cold ground, with a stunned color, slowly said: "Who is the zero law of this dog day? ”

"It's not a dog." The old man in the temple replied calmly, but he didn't know that his answer was like a very cold joke. "When the temple awakens, this law already exists."

"Just because I don't know the so-called zeroth law, you killed her." Fan leisurely pale, dry lips slightly open, whispering to himself, gradually getting louder and louder, "just because of such a mystery The reason, you killed her, you killed her..."

"You killed her!" Fan Xian's eyes burst into a complex emotion, looking at the old man's figure floating in the air, painful and inferior.

The voice of the old man is still so calm: "The temple must protect the overall interests of mankind from harm."

This is not about Ye Xiaomei, the temple gives Fan Xuan's explanation, but just repeats this cold creed, because the old man said to Fan Xi: "Three travelers. I am willing to accept you as a believer in the temple. The messenger of the temple, in place of the will of heaven, walks in the vast world and shelters the remnants of the mainland."

The tone of this passage is obviously different from the previous one. Probably this is a self-developed section of the temple program, which makes it very special. However, before the temple and the temple have been opposite for so long, the reaction of the temple remains. It looks so rigid.

It seems that the old man also remembered the young and weak human being in front of him. Unlike ordinary people, I continue to say: "People from the realm of the gods, please remember the zeroth law."

Then the old man fell into silence, and the color of the face of the light curtain was constantly changing. It seemed that the final judgment and thinking were carried out. After a while, the old man said: "To observe the zero law, please stay in the temple."

The three paragraphs represent the three procedures of the temple. Triggered one after another, from the most recent call to the messenger, into a warning to Fan Free and finally announced to imprison Fan in the temple.

Fan Xian calmly listened to these three paragraphs, stood up, does not seem to be nervous and fearful. Being imprisoned in this ice and snow temple, it is not a good future. of course. Although the energy of the temple is exhausted, there must be something that can produce food and other things. Otherwise, Ye Xiaomei can't be shut down for several years.

However, only four-year-old Ye Biaomei can rely on the bitterness and Shawn to come to escape from the Snow Mountain Temple, not to mention the leisure time at this time. He and his two partners have been quietly waiting outside, Fan Xian is not worried about anything, he The old man who just looked at the air calmly, after a long while, said suddenly:

"Insults and intimidation are definitely not really fighting. And it seems that there is no need for you to be angry with this kind of dead thing." He said in the sand: "It is useless to scare me, but I don't know why, I always insult. Your impulse."

"The thing that the **** raises." Fan took a sip out and walked through the glamorous clothes of the old man, and then slammed into the ground.

Then he patted his ass. Then turned and walked toward the gate. To the old man of the temple, throw a sentence: "You are now a firefly, a flame king in front of the young master. With a few words to give you a face, actually want to shut me for a lifetime... ..."

Fan Xian has been walking to the gate of the empty building. Nothing has changed. The old man floating in the air is just watching him quietly.

The palm of the hand was placed steadily on the opening door. Fan leisurely turned around and squinted and said coldly: "I am not afraid to tell you, I am the son of Ye Xiaomei, the wood messenger in your temple has long been my uncle. Killing it, it’s still an old saying, do a promising job as a commentator, don’t always think about pretending to be a god.”

After a short pause, Fan sneered and said: "I am anxious, I took out your solar panel, went back to Shuozhou to have a hot water bath, removed your host, let my son squat, what are you in front of me? What?"

The door was slammed open, and a world of ice and snow returned to the front. Fan took the door of this intact building and looked at the real scene in the world with his eyes greedily, and the scene that he had seen before. After all the thrilling scenes were left behind, he took a deep breath and snorted loudly, and the sound spread throughout the valley of the snow-capped mountains.

He didn't know where the key of the temple was, and he didn't want to take risks. The person who was so shocked and brilliant as Ye Xiaomei succeeded in taking away the most powerful Wu Zhushu in the temple, but he never thought about destroying this. The temple must have her own considerations, and the thought of revenge for the leaves and light brows, after seeing the scene of the sea and the sea, although still not turning down, it has wonderfully evolved into other emotions.

The most important thing is that Wu Zhushu can't leave when he enters the temple. This seemingly broken place must have its real and terrible aspects. Fan Xian seems to be unscrupulous before, because he knows the dead things in the temple. It is impossible to have such extra feelings about his own venting. He just wants to vent his own grief.

The resounding shouts gradually weakened after colliding with the snow-capped mountains. The two figures passed the stone platform in front of the building at the fastest speed and came to Fan Xian’s front, worried and nervous. Look at him.

Fan took a look at Haishu and Wang Shilang, and smiled extremely hard. Regarding everything he knew in the building, he did not intend to say to anyone, because there was no need, the lonely bitterness and noness. Help, and let yourself be the only one to stay and enjoy it alone.

“Have you found it?” Fan asked.

Wang Sanlang nodded. Fan Xiancai noticed that he was carrying a huge black box behind him. His mood suddenly became tense and his eyes narrowed. He suddenly felt that he seemed to have missed something, sanding. The voice said quickly: "Exit the temple!"

"Clear the target one." The voice of the temple suddenly rang from all directions. The figure of the old man had already dispersed. The temple was a temple, and no more energy was wasted to gather any human form.

As the usual five words resounded through the empty temples, Wang Sanlang suddenly felt that the black box behind him was moving!

With a bang, the black box suddenly disintegrated, and only a black light flashed through it. A black iron was pierced into the body of the leisurely and calmly with the unimaginable speed of the world!

Fan’s hand clasped the iron in the body, suddenly felt a little sweet in his mouth, but did not look down at the wound in his chest and abdomen, but looked at the familiar one in front of him, never The old face, and the black cloth that is covered with the other's eyes and unusually cold.

Fan Xian knows what he has missed. The messenger of the temple is indeed dead. The temple itself does not have any guarding power. However, he has forgotten his closest relative, Wu Zhushu, which has always been the most powerful in the temple. That messenger.

Wuzhu is a legend, but he is a legend of the temple.

Fan leisurely looked at the face of Wu Zhu, and some of them opened their mouths in disbelief: "This thing goes out, my mother can't believe it." Mad, but happy, clearly so serious chapter, write for me behind me. Is it impossible to control, so happy to write? I know that this shouldn't be, but I can't control it. I am happy when I write it. It's awesome, and I know that many people know that I don't want to say anything about it... Everyone is willing to do it. By the way, the zeroth law really exists, I have never understood, which stupid fork is to be on the shoulder of Uncle Asimov, pulling a bird? )

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