When the scientist Albert Einstein died in 1955, he still had not solved the biggest problem in his life.
Jon also had a deep impression of this problem because it was a line from a very interesting TV series.
Does the universe have an end?
Does time have a length?
Where does the past disappear?
Where does the future stop?
Is the problem that people are asking at this moment the same problem as before?
Later on, Jon found out that this content came from the philosophy of the universe.
Philosophers were always made up of a lot of strange things. Although they were useless, they were indeed useful, especially in the world of magic, so it was necessary to know some relevant things. But as for why they were useful, it was hard to say in a short time.
In short, everything could be summarized in one word: useful.
Jon felt that Cecatly's achievements in philosophy might be higher than his because she had perfectly mastered these messy things and put them to the back of her mind. She was no longer troubled by these messy things.
Jon was obviously still troubled by these things.
"That's great. Maybe there are some eminent monks here. You can go and talk to them about life."
"Forget it. I'm afraid I'll be interfered with."
Chown shook his head and followed behind Cecatly. There was a young monk sitting at the entrance. Clearly, he was recording the people who had just entered the temple.
This guy is definitely not a real person.
He's probably a demon in this world who transformed into human form or was created. Anyway, he's a peaceful NPC, so there's no need to worry.
After this thought flashed through his mind, Jon subconsciously clapped his hands.
Unknowingly, he had already treated this matter as a game. This was definitely not a good sign because it would make him lose his vigilance in the face of death.
He secretly pinched himself, telling himself to be more vigilant. Although he had made a lot of preparations before coming here and had mentally prepared himself that he would die here, if he could get out alive, of course he had to get out alive. He didn't want to work hard and make a wedding dress for someone else and not get what he deserved.
After registering at the door, the five of them were led to the abbot's room by the reception monk.
To be honest, these temples were indeed not as glorious as they looked on the outside. After walking in, one would find that this temple was indeed a bit old. The mottled traces seemed to have been carved by time. It looked very historical.
It also looked like a dilapidated house.
Fortunately, in the world of magic, there was no such thing as a dangerous house. There was a mysterious power maintaining it. No matter how old it was, it would always be sturdy.
At this moment, Jon was acting more like a reasonable follower. With Cecatelli's guidance, he, Lora, and the other two joined together to hide their identities.
Of course, this was very effective.
That was because the person who would carry out the grand plan in the end was him, not Cecatly. That was why Cecatly needed to help Jon hide his identity. And from another perspective, Cecatly was indeed the one with the token.
In other words, other than her, no one else in the team could bring so many people here.
"Oh, you're very young." The old abbot spoke in unclear Yingzhou language, but strangely, Jon and the others could understand.
"It's been a long time since I've seen a young outsider. The meat must be very tender."
The old abbot stood up from the futon and said a scary joke. He led them to the side.
It was a long square table.
The old abbot sat behind the table. He didn't look like a senior monk at all. Instead, he looked like an old hooligan.
And then, his actions confirmed Jon's thoughts.
The old abbot took out a cigarette from somewhere and put it in his mouth. He took a light puff and lit the cigarette. Then, the whole room was filled with smoke.
It looked very strange.
"Ah …" After he slowly finished smoking the cigarette, he put on a surprised expression as if he had just realized what had happened.
"Ah, newcomer, uh, what should I do?"
He touched his hairless head and suddenly realized something.
"Oh, right, fill in the form."
This kind of behavior didn't seem very reliable, and Jon was even more confused.
On the way here, because of the information that Cecatly told him, he had expected many strange things to happen. But when it really happened in front of him, he couldn't accept it.
What kind of strange development was this?
He originally thought that it was just a cruel trial where he would have to face the last man and God in the end.
Later on, after he entered this world, he and Cecatly researched many new things together. However, these new manifestations were also within the scope of their expectations. It could only be said that they had changed some situations that weren't easy to guess. But in the end, these things were still part of the trial itself. The cruel nature of the trial didn't change at all. But now that he was here, he really didn't understand.
Why did they suddenly start filling in the form? Were they here for a job interview?
Besides, this kind of form … Jon looked down at the various kinds of information required to fill in the form. Could he ask, who would actually fill in this kind of information?
Information was so precious, how could it be leaked to unknown people so easily? Who knew if the person opposite him was an enemy or a friend?
His thoughts were very intense, but he didn't show it on his face. The pencil that was handed out along with the form looked very ordinary. When Cecatly handed the pencil to him, she looked at him, and her meaning was clear. She didn't want him to fill in the form.
In short, she wanted him to write as weak as possible.
Jon was naturally confident about this. Although he wasn't good at making up stories, he had been with Joanne for so long, and he had a teacher like Lohat to teach him. Facing such simple questions, he didn't have any problems.
The other three in their team were obviously veterans and didn't need any help.
Without any verbal communication, they quickly filled in the form and handed it back to Cecatly.
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