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"I've dealt with her for many years, longer than you two. I know what kind of being she is, and I'm certain that she has something in common with those monsters."
Hearing this, Zhao Layue remembered that the Great Compassion Monk had lived by the snowland for many years and resisted the Snow Girl and the monster invasion of the Snowy Kingdom for many years by virtue of his supreme Zen method. Cao Yuan guarded the wind and snow alone for hundreds of years, which happened a long time later. It could be said that he imitated or paid homage to the Great Compassion Monk. If Cao Yuan saw him, he would kneel down on the ground immediately. Yet, would Cao Yuan listen to his suggestion and help the Snow Girl become the ruler of those monsters and then surrender to her?
"Your idea is ridiculous," she said.
"Even if Aoyama has Jing Jiu as his sword, it's just a boring repetition of the methods used by the gods. It can't solve the fundamental problem, and the humans will eventually walk on the same path of destruction. No matter how ridiculous my idea is, it's worth a try. At least, we should find her first, "said the Joyous Monk.
"He won't be controlled by anybody," said Zhao Layue.
"Even if Jing Jiu is still alive, he is already dead," the Joyous Monk said with a hint of pity in his calm eyes.
He was the grandmaster of the Zen sects and a great person who had studied life and death the most in the two worlds, so his judgment couldn't be wrong. When Jing Jiu woke up, he would become the sword in the sheath of the Inherited Heaven Sword and lose his consciousness. If he didn't wake up, there was nothing to say.
Zhao Layue said, "Even though you're the Great Compassion Monk, you're not qualified to let the entire human race participate in this ridiculous gamble with you."
The Cultivation practitioners who could leave Chaotian all had supreme wisdom and unimaginably strong willpower, and all of them had their own paths. They had a strong sense of responsibility and self-awareness, and they wanted to find the right path for the humans. The grandmaster of Aoyama and General Li thought so, and so did this grandmaster of the Zen sects. The question was, which path was the right one?
Nobody could be sure before history became history. In addition to calculating, gambling was also a part of it.
"I don't play dice. There are laboratories here like those in Chaotian. If you are interested, you can go there and have a look."
Happy Monk looked at her and smiled. His handsome face looked exceptionally cute under the light reflected from the space station.
Amidst the light, he stepped on the Great Nirvana and left. He went around the dividing line between the light and dark of the planet and headed towards the distant star, quickly disappearing without a trace.
Zhao Layue was silent for a while, then flew toward the dark side of the planet. Not long after entering the atmosphere, she landed on the space base.
With a slight tremble of the branch, Ada jumped down and landed on her shoulder accurately. He advised her with his spiritual mind, "There are too many powerful people in this world. Don't kill people when you are unhappy. Are they ordinary people? Back when he was in Chaotian, he could beat one hundred of me. Even a dog admired him a lot. Do you know how abnormal he is? "
Zhao Layue didn't say anything. She walked to the pavilion and took a big gulp of wine.
As the gentle wind passed through the protective shield, a spaceship appeared outside the cliff. Ran Handong jumped over and asked, "Are you alright?"
Shaking her head, Zhao Layue suddenly asked while looking at the starry sky outside the cliff, "Have you heard of the people who believe in Buddhism?"
The ascendants had built some experimental planets in this human civilization, so there must be some Buddhist countries among them.
Ran Handong said, "They exist in the Cultivation world and in the games. It's said that they are the remnants of the belief of the distant ancient civilization, but they are rarely seen in reality."
Zhao Layue was certain that Ran Handong didn't know about the existence of those experimental planets, so she didn't ask further. "Have you found Cao Yuan?" she asked.
Ran Handong said, "I've just received the news that the solar storm in the Wang Right Galaxy is indeed problematic."
A few rays of light shot out from her bracelet, forming a light map, including a few remote images of the surface of the planet. Looking at the blurry images, Zhao Layue could vaguely see the vestige of the Buddha statue. It seemed that Cao Yuan had left, but it was unclear what the outcome of his encounter with Chen Ya would be.
"Are we really not going to find Jing Jiu?" Ran Handong raised the issue again.
Zhao Layue said, "If he doesn't wake up, nobody will be able to find him. Let's just wait and see."
Ran Handong didn't know the details of this matter, thinking that Jing Jiu was hiding somewhere. "Wake up?" she asked with a slightly changed expression.
Zhao Layue didn't say anything, though she thought that it was true, just like what he had done before.
What the young priest said was correct. The current Jing Jiu was like a flame that was dimmed on purpose, so that it wouldn't illuminate the darkness in the distance. However, such a flame could be easily extinguished by the wind.
What the Happy Monk said was also correct. Jing Jiu's deep sleep was a hopeless attempt to protect himself. With the Inherited Heaven Sword hovering above his head, he didn't dare wake up.
It was because Jing Jiu had slept in the Guocheng Temple and in Zhaoge City for many years. When everybody thought that he would never wake up, he would suddenly open his eyes and wake up on an ordinary day, and then solve all the problems. As such, Zhao Layue didn't care about what the Happy Monk thought. The moment Jing Jiu woke up was the moment that would determine the future of the human civilization.
Of course, it could also be the moment of his death.
But, had the Snow Girl really gone to the Sea of Dark Matter? Was it possible that god had created her, an artificial intelligence, in order to help the Sea of Dark Matter develop its own consciousness and welcome a king who could communicate with it?
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Outside the walls of the seventh district was an agricultural area that had been abandoned for many years.
Illuminated by the starlight, the dilapidated residences looked like shells that had been contaminated by the Sea of Dark Matter; they were scorched black on the outside and ashes on the inside.
On the other side of the simple road full of potholes was a pile of garbage several meters high. Most of the garbage was made up of sand and pebbles, which had lost their stench a long time ago. Covered by the thin layer of snow, it looked like a picturesque scene.
The Snow Girl stood at the top of the garbage pile, her two small round hands behind her back. She was wearing a blue tracksuit, looking at the stars in the night sky, reflecting on something.
The blue tracksuit belonged to Jing Jiu. It hung down to the ground on her body. She looked like a child wearing the clothes of an adult, pretending to be mature.
Because of the closure, most of the factories had stopped working. As a result, this planet, which had been heavily polluted by heavy industry, had become much cleaner in a short time. Of course, it was also because of the continuous snowfall in recent days. The starlight penetrated the thin fog in the atmosphere and shone on her expressionless round face, making the snow-white skin look whiter and the gloomy darkness look darker.
Nobody knew why this city had suddenly snowed so much recently. It was obvious that the official winter hadn't arrived yet, and nobody knew why this planet seemed to be colder than usual at this time of the year. It was obvious that the protective shield of the planet hadn't become weaker; instead, it had become stronger after being injected with energy by the battleships a few times.
Even the scientists of the Weather Bureau couldn't find the reason. However, it was a good thing that the falling snow had replaced the acid rain, though it was a bit more troublesome to remove the snow. Fortunately, the automatic machines in the factories could be turned into automatic snow removers after some minor modifications, and the snowfall had been regular lately, so it was easier for the Cleaning Bureau to make the necessary arrangements.
Every time the Snow Girl came to the top of the garbage pile outside the seventh district and stared at the starry sky in a daze, the snowfall would become heavier the next day. It might have something to do with her mood. The place where she could see the starry sky was indeed much better than the underground sewers. She was not as scared as she had been a year ago. Being disconnected from the internet was indeed useful, both for her work and for her safety.
She suddenly sensed something and disappeared from the top of the garbage pile. She returned to the room and looked at Jing Jiu sitting in the soft chair.
Jing Jiu's eyebrows were furrowed tightly, looking like two crossed swords. It was not because he had dreamed of the battles in Chaotian, but because he had a terrible headache.
He looked a bit thin and haggard because of the prolonged headache and the use of the brain nerve inhibitors.
The Snow Girl had done some precise calculations and ascertained that his size and mass hadn't changed. This kind of thinness should be caused by the influence of the spiritual world on the real world.
The medicine left by Shen Yunmai in the suite of the hotel had already been taken, but Jing Jiu was still fine. It was because the cold intent of the Snow Girl helped him enter a state similar to a deep hibernation.
The Snow Girl jumped onto the soft chair expressionlessly and leaned against Jing Jiu's chest.
Sensing the cold intent in her body, Jing Jiu reached out his hands reflexively and held her tightly. He finally felt more comfortable, his furrowed eyebrows relaxing.
Cold Cicada flew over from the window and landed gingerly on the top of the Snow Girl's head. After making an inaudible and comfortable chirping sound, it fell asleep.
During the summer of Shenmo Peak, Jing Jiu liked to hold Ada, Ada liked to hold Cold Cicada, and Cold Cicada liked to hold the Icy Chalcedony. It was a similar scene.
In the early morning, the sunlight shone in through the window, but it didn't increase the warmth; instead, it made the snowflakes in the sky more visible. Hua Xi, wearing a thick cotton pajamas, walked out of the bedroom with her arms folded. Seeing the sun and snow outside the window, she had no interest in enjoying the scenery. "The … the heater … is broken … again," she said in a trembling voice.
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No matter how cold it was in the room, and no matter when the heater would be repaired, they had to have breakfast.
The little girl had been busy in the kitchen for a long while. She brought out two plates of soft scrambled eggs and bread, and two glasses of milk, all of which were quite nutritious.
Jing Jiu ate the food on the plate slowly with the silver knife and fork in his hand. Then he walked to the window and sat down, starting to play the zither.
The morning sun fell on the black and white keys of the piano through his slender fingers.
Jing Jiu suddenly felt that he had seen this scene, or this composition, somewhere before. Without thinking too much, he pressed the keys with his fingers.
The sound of the piano accompanied the sunlight and snowflakes outside the window; everything was tranquil and comfortable.
The movement of his fingers was not stiff, but it was still a bit mechanical, and so was the sound of the piano. It was like the sound of the harmonica he played while sitting on the wall a few days ago; it was devoid of warmth, as if it came out from a loudspeaker.
The sound of the piano was devoid of warmth and emotions, but it somehow gave off a magnificent atmosphere.
Emotions were not necessarily related to life, but the description of the magnificent atmosphere was the response of the intelligent beings to the world, or in other words, the connection between heaven and earth and oneself.
The youth couldn't express his emotions through the music, but he could express the magnificent atmosphere, which meant that he could see this world, or he could see himself in heaven and earth.
It meant that he was about to wake up, or he was about to die.
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