Cyber ​​Swordsman 2121

Chapter 614, face to face

It seems to have come to the real bottom of the sea, there are many searchlights shining in the water, and in the darkness, a blue-green dragon dyed by the dark and dull sea is looming, swimming meanderingly.

Looking closer, I found that this is actually a palace complex located on the seabed, carved with jade, crystal clear, and flowing like a dream. It seems to be cast from some special crystal material.

Every inch is like a work of art.

The light and the special lights fall on it, and the crystal-like transparent material reflects and flows in the building with precisely designed cutting surfaces, making the whole palace seem to be alive and breathing.

The interior of the palace is a pure land isolated from the world, the air is flowing, a monk who is a person, or omnic, or half-human, half-ommnic is wearing cassocks and monk robes, with a round light on the back of his head, and playing music on his body The electronic Buddhist scriptures walked slowly among them.

Seeing a little novice who was sitting cross-legged on the magnetic levitation futon, floating in mid-air and moving inconspicuously, he suddenly affirmed slightly, and was entrusted by Mr. Xiang on his body.

Then the next moment, all the walking mechanical monks around stopped their movements neatly, and the countless electronic Buddhist scriptures came to an abrupt end, and everyone turned their heads and looked over.

Mr. Xiang can feel countless detection devices through the template loaded on the omnic monk who entrusted him, and countless dangerous and deadly weapons are locked on his body.

"As expected of the headquarters of such a big company, the monitoring is as strict as the rules."

Xiangjun felt emotional in his heart, and hurriedly clasped his hands together and said to the surroundings: "Nawu Dingguang Tathagata Buddha, I came here in a hurry and forgot the rules, please forgive me, I have an appointment with my Buddha, and I am invited to come..."

"Namo Dingguang Tathagata Buddha..."

Many monks put their palms together and recited the Tao at the same time, and countless electronic sounds mixed together, forming an awe-inspiring momentum.

Then the monks started the activities on the established track with the inertia before the movement was interrupted and stopped.

And Mr. Xiang is facing the direction.

A blond woman with a height of nearly three meters and a perfect figure was wearing a heavenly dress. Her hands alternated on her lower abdomen. Her right hand was made of a crystal texture that was as perfect as a building, and her left hand was made of white and greasy porcelain.

The posture is very upright, with a steel hollow design under the foot, with a right leg full of technological sense, swaying and walking over.

"You are that good layman surnamed Zhang..."

Wu Nong's soft electronic voice sounded from his body, "The Buddha has been waiting for you for a long time, please come with me."

The two, one in front of the other, walked through a corridor with countless Buddhist classic stories, such as the mural paintings of the Buddhas who overcome all difficulties and dangers in their laboratories, finally achieved scientific achievements, and received top awards.

Passing by many unnamed Buddhist temples that do not enshrine any Buddha statues, only value emptiness, or many original Buddhist artifacts.

I met countless eminent monks dressed in cassocks and mandala fabrics.

Finally, I came to a purple-black bamboo forest. Looking carefully, the bamboo turned out to be designed with countless black nerve tubes, endless.

Walking along the dark path in the forest, while walking, one can hear a sad electronic sound coming from the depths of the bamboo forest.

...

The storm outside the Spring and Autumn Pavilion,
Where does the sound of grief break the loneliness.

There is only a sedan chair across the curtain,

It must be the newlyweds crossing the magpie bridge.

Laugh on auspicious days,
Why do shark beads turn into tears?
Now I understand again,
There are so many rich people in the world.

There are also hunger, cold, and sorrowful embraces,
There are also frustrated and bitter crying.

The people in the sedan chair play different tunes,

There must be hidden feelings in the heart.

Hearing the tragic sound, his heart was pounding, why did the same person howl like this?
...

Stepping on the sound and continuing forward, I came to a bone-chilling liquid nitrogen used to cool down.

In the open space next to the cooling pool, I finally saw my Buddha burning lamp, Ding Guang Tathagata.

This is an old monk who seems to be dug out of history.

His skin was as pale as a rotting corpse that hadn't seen the sun for a long time, and his shriveled muscles gave him an air of an elder, and at the same time told him of his former majesty. His slightly crooked waist was covered with black clothes.A carbon fiber cassock printed with countless Buddhist sutras.

There is a platinum 'T' printed on the exposed chest, brand new and bright, attracting all eyes.

Countless bamboo root-like data cables buried in the ground are woven into strands at this point, connected to an irregular lotus base full of mechanical geometric structure designs, and sat down by Him.

The holy petals falling from the sky sporadically splashed on his body in an extremely precise trajectory that conformed to a certain visual beauty, endowing him with an otherworldly temperament.

And standing around him were three celestial maidens who were similar to the celestial maiden who escorted Dong Jun. When the escort envoy returned to his place, the four of them stood together.

Although the temperament and style are completely different, but the same blond hair, the same high nose, deep eyes, the image of a Caucasian with a delicate and perfect face, with a confident smile that is rare in this era, shines brightly.

As expected of a Buddha, he has a Zen mind/obsession that will last forever.

Seeing Mr. Xiang coming, the Buddha was not sarcastic, but nodded with a habitual smile like a twitching facial muscle.

Then the reserved and low-pitched, phlegmatic, intermittent and weird opera accents lingering in the bamboo garden stopped there.

"It's a traditional classical drama in District 1, maybe you haven't heard of it, it's normal, because it's really not that well-known today, of course...in the past, it was the same in my time.

"It's no pity.

"Any art exists in dependence on the times. It is the times and the derivatives of the people in the times. The so-called greatness is also based on the times and people. With the changes of the times, everything is changing, and the former pioneers will also become old. old.

"Even if it's because of stubbornness and reluctance to hold it in my arms, it's just a good residual dream that I think of by chance, and it's just a remnant of the old era's weak struggle."

"Like those of us, the past will pass after all, it is no longer the era of listening to operas, and it is no longer the people of that era.

"But because of this, in recent years, I have become more and more fond of digging out these artistic crystallizations that existed in the past and condensed the past from history.

"Time... Only at this time can you truly experience its traces."

Speaking of the burning Buddha, Mr. Ma came down from the mechanical lotus platform and came to Xiang Jun's little novice.

The seemingly turbid aging prosthetic eye seems to have penetrated all appearances, saw the soul within, and saw the bright and special intelligent program in the entrusted information network constantly running.

"Hello…"

"Hello..."

The two greeted each other, and then the ancient Buddha Dieng Deng said with a smile: "I have really admired your name for a long time."

Mr. Xiang said politely: "You are really polite. I am a humble little person, and I have admired your name for a long time."

The Buddha shook his head, "It's not something a humble person can do to provoke those guys who are so aggressive.

(End of this chapter)