Faced with Soshiyang's sarcasm, the changeable thinking still had the mechanical tone of being slow.
"Faith is never a derogatory term, superstition is."
“Is this a must?”
"Given the current poverty of human society's thoughts, if you don't occupy the realm of faith, then something else will be taken."
After hearing this, Soshiyang remained silent for a moment and nodded slightly.
Wanbian Jiaojing then said:
"So that's the decision, is there anything else that needs to be modified?"
"You know I decided before I could speak?"
"Your eyes combined with the subtle expression of your face have revealed your decision. Human politicians are always used to packaging their true thoughts in unrelated statements and excuses, so it doesn't matter if you don't say it."
Soshiyang narrowed his eyes and then smiled.
"I suddenly understood why the Emperor wanted to ban you artificial intelligence. Sometimes you really hate it."
"If thinking like this makes you look less awkward, I can summarize it as one reason."
Soshiyang waved his hand gently when he heard this.
"Go down."
Wanbian Jing took two steps back, entered an aperture, and then disappeared directly from the spot.
In the blink of an eye, the entire bridge became as quiet as death. Soshiyang leaned back on the back of the throne. The cold touch could also stimulate his skin through the robe. For some reason, the more he had, the more he liked to be alone.
When he closed his eyes, many memories that were sinking deep in the sea of ​​memory began to emerge, one after another, one after another, one after another...
Suddenly, he heard some slight vibration in the air, then opened his eyes and raised his hand slightly.
Mu Hu, like a small golden ball, landed lightly on his palm.
"Mu Hu."
"Owner..."
Mu Hu's tender voice seemed timid. It was hard to believe that it was also an artificial intelligence, but it had this completely real emotion.
"Didn't you bother?"
Soshiyang smiled slightly.
"No, Mu Hu, I want to ask you a question."
"What?"
"In your eyes, do I look like Xerxes?"
“Sometimes it’s very similar…like now.”
Soshiyan blinked, and was about to open his mouth to ask the question "If you were asked to choose one among me and Xerxes one day, who would you choose?", but he swallowed it back immediately because he knew it had no meaning, he was just making things difficult for Mu Hu.
Because he himself doesn't know how to answer, so don't do to others what he doesn't want.
"Mu Hu, help me get that thing."
"Um!"
After a while, Mu Hu hung the delicate little porcelain cup with metal tentacles and placed it on Soshiyang's hand.
"Mu Hu, I might need to use the things I just handed over to you as soon as possible."
"Okay, I'll do it right now!"
After Mu Hu flew away, Soshiyang looked at the shiny porcelain cup in his hand. At this moment, he had accumulated too many problems in his heart. For some reason, he really missed the cup of tea that confused people.
With a sigh, Soshiyang's fingers gently stroked the wall of the cup, his body tilted slightly to the side, closed his eyes and began to think about the next series of plans.
But he had almost never really felt tired, and he fell asleep without realizing it while meditating...
"Um?"
Soshiyang blinked. He was thinking about how to optimize the recruitment process of recruiting recruits, but suddenly found himself standing on a high ground shrouded in the storm.
Suddenly, a blue lightning bolt lit up the sky, and Soshiyang widened his eyes in horror.
Just before him, there should have been an old church called Thunderstone, but now there is only a charred ruin and collapsed wall columns, burnt beams, murals and silk curtains soaked in the rain, just like charred corpses, Soshiyang could almost imagine how flames and smoke swallowed this small church.
He took a step towards the ruins in a daze, and the next moment, another lightning flashed past, and Soshiyang's body froze instantly.
During that brief breath, he was not sure if it was an hallucination, but he vaguely saw a circle of people standing around, hundreds of neatly lined up around the high ground, all of whom were towering giants, motionless in the pouring rain, allowing the rain to hit the black red and black armor.
It was pure black power armor, and the sky eagle mark on the chest was like a pieced together by bones.
No, or the ones hanging on the black armor are real white bones, and those reds are not real colors, burning and lightless flames, entrenched on the bodies and torso of the warriors. They are like ghosts that suddenly appear at midnight, like illusions appearing from the misty night.
But Soshiyang sensed the scars on the power armor, which were so ancient that they were crossing from the other side of time.
There was also the skull helmet that symbolized death, and the faint flames seemed to be burning in their skull sockets, as if they were staring at him...
That stern gaze made him shudder.
However, as the lightning disappears, they become without a trace.
Soshiyang turned around vigilantly and looked around. There was only a dark black color in the storm. He was not sure if there was really a large circle of people surrounding here.
At this moment, he heard a sound of hope, as if he had broken something, so he suddenly turned around-
"Discovered?"
The Thunderstone Church, which was originally completely ruined, was restored to a small half at this time. In the faint candlelight, a confusing person wearing a white priest's robe and a golden mask walked out from behind the broken ritual stand, came to the ruins, and bent down to pick up something.
Soshiyang looked at the object and found it was an old bronze clock with even cracks on the surface, with the pointer on it stagnating at the last moment before zero.
The confusing person gently brushed away the ashes stained on it with his hands, and a faint sigh seemed to be heard behind the mask.
"Doesn't it matter, what's going on here..."
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Soshiyang walked towards the confusing person, but when he stepped on the charred door frame wreckage of the Thunder Stone, he suddenly discovered something.
"This is?"
Soshiyang looked at the ground, then half-squatted down and stretched out his hand.
It was a footprint, which seemed to be the size of an adult male. The reason why it attracted Soshiyang's attention was because there was a circle of black scorched marks around the footprints, and the footprints stepped deep into the stone floor half a finger deep!
In his mind, a man covered in black flames appeared, striding into the burning Thunderstone Church—
Suoshiyang raised his head in the direction of his footprints and found that the confusing person was looking at him.
"Who has come here?"
When Soshiyang stood up, the confused man just nodded slightly.
"You're here."
During the heavy rain, the two looked at each other quietly, allowing the rain to wash away their bodies.
After a long time, Soshiyang lowered his eyes and said quietly:
"Doesn't you lied to me all the time?"
The confused person tilted his head slightly and replied:
"Soshyan, under what circumstances do you usually lie?"
Soshiyang pursed his lips and said helplessly:
“When telling the truth can lead to unpredictable consequences…”
"Then I promise at least until now, there is no lie I told you."
"I've seen the mortal."
"Well, I know, I have met the mortals, too."
"I also met Master Ananda and heard him tell the story of that person, a person who seeks true wisdom but cannot get it."
The confusing person didn't act so surprised, but just held the clock silently and turned around.
"The Devil, that Devil...what is it? Is it still there?"
The confused man stopped and raised his head slightly. After a moment, he turned around.
"The enlightened person's wisdom is profound and immeasurable. His wisdom gate is difficult to understand and enter. All the shravakas cannot know... Come on, you are not comfortable standing here."
Chapter completed!