Cyber ​​Swordsman 2121

Chapter 84, the old monk with long eyebrows
After thinking for a while, Zhang Baoren asked, "Just now you said that your role is to assist the sword master to cut through all evil spirits, what you specifically mean..."

"Look for the sword soul, unite the soul, and slay demons."

"Sword Soul?"

"The soul is the body."

"Sword body, I understand, all you have left now is... um, just the soul of the sword, and you still need to find a sword body that can drive and combine. The combination of the two is the real flying sword, and it can play a role, right? "

"Of course..."

In other words, this sword is just a piece of information, a piece of program, the intelligent program "Soul of Sword" that manipulates the so-called "Flying Sword".

It can't affect the reality yet. Of course, this is just information about the superficial sword, and we don't know what the real one is.

Zhang Baoren's thoughts turned, and he continued to ask, "Where should I get the sword spirit you need?"

"I don't know..."

"Okay... then... what exactly does the sword soul look like?"

"Flying swords are not limited to shapes, not to objects..."

Do artificial intelligences like this tune?

Based on his own experience, Zhang Baoren guessed and said, "That is to say, the so-called flying sword is a general term for a class of weapons, which are divided into 'sword soul' and 'sword soul'. The intelligent control system is your weapon. , one is the weapon itself, all kinds of styles are eclectic... all kinds of strange things."

"Of course..."

"Then if I meet the Sword Soul you need, how can I know it is it?"

"Within the perception of divine sense, I can sense..."

"Okay, I see..."

Zhang Baoren nodded, "You can only stay in this computer?"

"Virtual network, free and easy..."

"Then can I switch to my personal terminal now?"

"The heaven and the earth are sealed, trapped in one place..."

Need signal networking?It seems that even if it is for practitioners, it cannot be separated from the rules of reality.

Zhang Baoren asked a few more questions, and then left the basement with his notebook.

After getting out of the range of the signal blinding, I heard a clear and pleasant sword sound coming from the computer, like a sleepy dragon ascending to heaven.

Then a sword shadow flashed on the personal terminal on Zhang Baoren's wrist...

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The southern suburb of Brahma City.

"Love Three Seas" apartment complex.

Zhang Baoren, who had been in the car for more than an hour, finally crossed half of the city from Victoria Street and returned to this place of his own.

Scan the code and swipe the card to enter the apartment.

Come to Building 3.

open the door and enter...

Then, as soon as he stepped into the corridor, he felt something was wrong. The whole building was unnaturally quiet, and there was no movement of trivial matters in life.

The old man who liked to sit at the door on the first floor was nowhere to be seen.

The otaku on the 3rd floor who loves to play games and is estimated to die in Daluotian, should have gotten up and had a meal to prevent addiction, but there is no sound.

Zhang Baoren couldn't help but be more careful.

Stepping, stepping...even the tiny stepping sound is still clear and obvious in this silence.

The stairs shortened a little bit, and soon reached the 4th floor.

Zhang Baoren stepped onto the corridor on the 4th floor.

He saw that the door of his house d5 was wide open diagonally across.

He glanced at him naturally, and the scene inside instantly made his pupils constrict.

Inside the door, a monk with a skull covered in rivets and wearing a black carbon fiber cassock with countless 0s and 1s flowing on its surface sat in the hall with his back against the door, reciting unintelligible scriptures there.

Beside him on the ground was a round iron apple, which was left at home because he was worried about being affected by the sword.

"This is... a monk!"

Zhang Baoren's heart was churning violently, but his face remained calm, and his footsteps did not stop for a moment, like a passerby who passed by, and glanced at him as he passed by.

But when he turned to leave naturally, the monk's head suddenly turned 180 degrees, facing behind, and said towards this side:

"Blessed! Blessed!"

"Little Taoist, please stay still..."

Zhang Baoren stopped, turned around, and saw the face on the monk's back.

This is a thin old monk's head made entirely of steel, but the muscles on the face are incomplete, a large part is missing, exposing the same steel skeleton underneath.

His eyes flashed red, and he could see the exquisite structure exposed by the high-definition camera.

On the eyebrows above the eyes, there are two clusters of nerve tubes that are as thin as hairs and hang down long, like arhats with long eyebrows.

It can be seen that the eyebrows on one side are inserted into Yikou's body at this time.

There are 6 small holes on the top of the old monk's head that look like ring scars.
"Where is the little Taoist going?"

The leaking steel mandible of the long-browed old monk moved up and down, and at the same time, a compassionate voice came from the speaker on his body.

Little Taoist?Are you talking about me?

Zhang Baoren had some doubts in his heart, but his face didn't show the slightest bit, "I don't know the master is here, please forgive me."

The long-browed old monk recited: "Turing Buddha!"

Then he sized Zhang Baoren up and down for a while with eyes that were shining red, and he felt uncomfortable looking directly at him, so he opened his mouth and said:

"I don't know which family the little Taoist is a disciple of? You haven't received the scriptures yet, so what are you doing here?"

Which one?Which one?Is it a school among practitioners?

In a flash of thought, Zhang Baoren smiled slightly, revealing a little reserved and complacent, and then crossed his hands in front of him, forming a handprint like a lotus flower.

It was in the dream that Taoist Liansheng, who was the first to find Siming's father, once formed the seal.

Zhang Baoren just took pictures of cats and tigers, so he didn't understand the meaning of this seal, but the old monk knew it at a glance.

"It turned out that fellow Taoists from the Taiqing sect came to the door in person. You have been chasing that sword for more than 30 years, and you have not given up until now. You will not let go of any movement. It is really a deep-rooted demon."

sword!Sure enough, it was exposure that came to the door...

Looking at the long-browed old monk, Zhang Baoren pretended to be a little dissatisfied, "Of course we have to take back the things from our Taoist sect. Master, why did you bother to go through this muddy water? I think you have become obsessed."

"It's true that the poor monk had delusional thoughts, but those who have no owner can get it. The poor monk just got a sword box at the Living Buddha Dharma meeting not long ago, so he had to hear the news. My Buddha is merciful, and with supreme computing power After deciding on this location and ordering me to come and get the sword, it is precisely because my Buddhist sect has obtained a method of swordsmanship..."

I'm talking...

At this time, the mouth on the ground suddenly rolled and struggled, and the blade-like propeller on his body turned away, straightening the eyebrows of the nerve tube inserted into his body, as if trying to wring it off.

But after being lightly patted on the body by the long-browed old monk, he became quiet again.

"Hey... I didn't find the sword when I came here before, but I accidentally found this strange beast whose underlying logic has mutated. It happened to be transformed into a magic beast to add a guardian beast to my Buddhism."

(End of this chapter)