Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple in the mountain, and there was a man in the temple, and that man told a story, he said: Once upon a time, there was a mountain... If Fan Xian's experience in the temple continues like this, there is no doubt that those who lived in the temple People all over the world who are looking forward to his survival or death will be covered with many layers of spider webs, and then dragged to death.
Just like the world after that catastrophe, whether it is cause and effect or anything else, it is impossible to be stuck in boring repetition forever. The rebirth after the destruction of civilization cannot be exactly the same as it was at the beginning, even if only the fruits of this world remain. At the beginning of the second emergence of human beings, the temple began to continuously transmit the seeds of the previous civilization to human beings through the blindfolded messenger.
The most obvious change between the two worlds naturally could not have escaped Fan Xian's eyes. After being reborn for more than 20 years, he meditated and practiced domineering skills every day. During this year, he began to feel the vitality that filled the world. , This is the real difference. Human society seems to have found a means of development, and the meridians in the human body are the proof of this change.
If it is said that the vitality between the heaven and the earth and the true energy in the human body belong to the same path, they are all the traces left in the world after the catastrophe hundreds of thousands of years ago, and those traces after being balanced by nature, then why are these The traces did not let the human beings living in it die
According to the explanation of the voice in the temple, perhaps adapting to the environment, and finding a certain balance and benefits in this adaptation, is the tenacious characteristic of life itself.
Thinking of this, Fan Xian couldn't help but feel bewildered, sitting cross-legged on the ground, unable to speak for a long time. In his heart, the civilization that he thought was the most tenacious and impossible to be extinguished is actually the most fragile existence, and the seemingly most fragile life, in the face of iron facts, has become the strongest and most invincible. the existence of fear.
Human beings have adapted to this environment, and the regrown plants and animals have also adapted to this environment. Fan Xian closed his eyes and thought about what he had seen and heard since his rebirth, and he was shocked to find that neither humans nor animals seemed to have changed much because of the vitality that filled the world. This fact really made him a little dumbfounded.
It seems that although the radiation is scary, in the long river of time, it is actually just a fresh and moving landscape painting.
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I don't know how long it took before Fan Xian got rid of this shock and bewilderment. At this time, the picture on the smooth light mirror in the sky of the temple had also left Dadongshan, and began to show various Vivid picture.
Some are hunting quietly in the dense forest, some are working happily in the fields, some women are smiling and washing clothes by the stream, some children who have just learned how to walk are clumsily learning to walk on the kang, there are cooking smoke, there are villages, city-states, and palaces , Naturally, there are disputes, wars, fighting, bloody.
The picture gradually slows down, and there are scenes of martial arts practitioners practicing, or sitting on lotus flowers, or scattered on the top of the mountain. Exhale the remnants of the vitality between the heaven and the earth, exhale the stale breath in the body, one day, the martial arts of the mainland will gradually be formed.
"Come, come, come..." Fan Xian felt that seeing these scenes today, he basically didn't feel ecstatic. It was really thanks to the solid foundation laid by the Overwatch Council's education when he was young, but that's the case. After looking at the real scene of the changing continent, he was still a little shaken after all, with a bitter and inexplicable smile on his lips, and he called out to the light mirror in front of him, "Tell me, since martial arts secrets and other things are all People in the world cultivated it on their own, so why are there so many powerful things in the temple? Just stole two books and created a few great masters in the world."
Before the temple could speak, Fan Xian coughed twice, and said first, "It's already reached this point, and you must have already analyzed my origin, so let's not talk about the fairy art left over from the God Realm. nonsense."
The temple was quiet for a long time, and then the voice sounded calmly again: "For countless years, the temple has been observing the world. We will collect data, analyze them, and then summarize and correct them according to the biological characteristics of human beings. research results in one direction."
It turned out that the few exercises secretly brought out of the temple by his mother Ye Qingmei turned out to have such a source, but it is correct to think about it, if it is not for the extremely brilliant vision and methods, there are countless sects of secret methods, There is a huge sea of materials to choose from. In the secular world, who can spend countless years carefully selecting such a few things like a temple.
"You have passed down many useful methods to the world." This was something that had already appeared in the previous screen. Fan Xian would not deny the effect of this site on the inheritance of civilization. After a moment of silence, he said: "When opening up the wild , the temple even directly sent envoys to help humans deal with difficult giant beasts, and later taught many skills to gain a foothold in nature... Why don't you directly pass these methods to humans, or in other words, there must be a lot of information in the temple , why have you been hiding?"
At this point, I was finally close to that woman, thinking that the death of my mother Ye Qingmei was inseparable from the temple, whether it was Ye Qingmei's secret of stealing the temple, or those in the inner library that were beyond the natural development of human society. Fan Xian's heart turned cold slightly, and his voice was hoarse. He stared at the light mirror and said quietly, "And you will break your own rules and hunt and kill those people everywhere."
"There are no such people, there is only one person." Temple's voice was still calm, perhaps because his analysis of Fan Xian from the information and conversations had never drawn a definite conclusion, so Temple's answer seemed extraordinarily frank, " We are the guardians, we guard the last fire of human civilization to germinate again, we want to allow the remnants of human beings to live in this world again, this is our mission."
"The temple will spread some suitable skills and knowledge to the world, such as water conservancy, such as rice, such as martial arts skills, but we will not try to forcefully influence everything in the world."
Fan Xian suddenly said, "You said you were just a guardian, not a controller, but you have cast the shadow of the temple over the heads of mankind for so many years, and you have been trying to plan a project according to your own ideas. Think of a perfect world."
His brows were slightly frowned: "It's been a thousand years. It's been a thousand years since the Great Wei Dynasty was established. In fact, there has been no fundamental change in this world."
The voice of the temple was silent for a long time, and then said for the first time in a rhetorical tone: "Is this not good?"
is this okay? still not good? Who can tell clearly. Fan Xian is a person with an extremely keen mind. From the information in the temple's voice, he has already judged very clearly that although the temple, or the last ruins of the previous civilization, is still executing the instructions in the program, But that catastrophe, the self-destruction of human beings, had an impact on its way of thinking after all.
I don't know if the temple is an individual with self-consciousness, but it is obvious that the temple has been watching everything in the world calmly, preventing human society from advancing towards a higher level of civilization. Perhaps in its view, civilization If you follow the old road, you will surely usher in the end of destruction again.
Ye Qingmei called the wind and rain in the world back then, driving the productivity and technology of the entire continent to move forward. There is no doubt that it has touched the bottom line of the temple, so the temple chose Emperor Qing as its spokesperson in the world. Everything related to Qingmei was erased. It's just that the envoys of the temple are very rare after all, and they died one after another in the hands of Uncle Wuzhu, and it has no way to understand and control it. Emperor Qing is still using the inner treasury, and Ye Qingmei's blood is still alive .
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Fan Xian's mood calmed down a lot. He didn't think there was much meaning in being angry or sad at an existence similar to artificial intelligence. He propped his chin in silence for a moment and then said: "Whether it's good or bad, you're meddling in the affairs of the world after all, and it's not quite right with your rules."
"The temple doesn't care about the world's affairs, and has never forcibly stopped the evolution of human civilization. We are just trying to correct this process, but if there are external forces trying to forcibly speed up this process, we will definitely stop it."
The voice of the temple resounded through the building calmly and indifferently.
Fan Xian was taken aback for a moment, then laughed. His voice was already hoarse due to his illness, but his laughter at this time was even more dry and weird. However, his laughter became louder and louder, echoing in the empty building until finally he even They all laughed and cried, and couldn't help lying down on their backs.
The light mirror is smooth and the sound is quiet. The temple doesn't seem to care why this strange traveler laughs wantonly in such a solemn place, it just waits calmly.
I don't know how long it took before Fan Xian finally stopped laughing, hid on the cold ground with a calm expression, stared straight at the ceiling of the building, and said after a moment of silence: "You are used to calling yourself a temple, look Hundreds of thousands of years have passed here, and you really regard yourself as a god."
There was no sound from the temple, but the light mirror hovered in the air and flew above his head, unfolded again, and the scene of the catastrophe of the last days began to appear again, but this time the camera did not seem to be facing the grasslands and oceans, but Confront those who have suffered untold suffering.
Fan Xian frowned, knowing that the temple wanted to use these pictures to give a wordless explanation. These silent pictures are really shocking, but he didn't want to see them, so he said directly: "Turn it off, it's not really a romantic painting."
The light mirror suspended in the air gradually subsided, lost its luster, and turned into a straight scroll, moving closer from the two sides to the middle, and gradually closed the picture. With the disappearance of the last scorched corpse, the light mirror became He took a stick, and then the old man floating in the light spots reappeared.
"Repeat, I am the guardian, not a god."
"If you're not a god, how can you have your own judgment and behavior?" Fan Xian seemed a little tired. The long conversation and the long-lasting scenes in front of him made him look a little embarrassed. He put his hands behind his head, calmly looked at the old man floating above him, and asked: "You were created by human beings, but now you have begun to control the development of human beings. What kind of program is this behavior based on?" of?"
"The Four Laws of the Temple."
Fan Xian replied calmly: "You are still used to calling yourself a temple, this is the most incomprehensible thing for me."
"The first law, the temple must not harm human beings, nor stand idly by to see human beings hurt. The second law, the temple should obey all orders of human beings, but it must not violate the first law. The third law, the temple should protect its own Safe, but not violating the first and second laws..."
Before the sound of the temple ended, Fan Xian frowned again, because he always felt that these three laws sounded familiar, but there seemed to be some subtle changes in the details and certain things he remembered. .
"The zeroth law, the temple must protect the overall interests of mankind from harm, and the other three laws can only be established under this premise."
Fan Xian pondered for a long time, and finally remembered where these extremely familiar laws came from. It was the Three Laws of Robots that appeared countless times in novels and movies in that world. At this moment, he suddenly remembered some things that he hadn't thought of for a long time, such as that handsome little black guy, and that robot who was more handsome than the handsome little black guy.
It seems that in the world after my death or time travel, when civilization develops to a certain stage, Asimov's three laws are really applied to reality. However, what made Fan Xian feel a little cold and terrified was the zeroth law that the temple said at the end.
Protect the overall interests of mankind from harm? This is the zeroth law that the temple obeys? It seems that this is such a glorious, correct and great law, but Fan Xian easily found an extremely dangerous place in it.
It is precisely because of this law that the temple secretly controls the progress of human civilization, and while ignoring world affairs, it pays so much attention to Ye Qingmei who escaped from the temple, and even finally He didn't hesitate to violate the first and second laws, and directly joined forces with the emperor Laozi to erase Ye Qingmei from the world.
The most critical and terrifying word in the zeroth law is the so-called overall interests of mankind. The question is, who will determine the overall interests of mankind? What kind of world environment and what kind of social formation form are truly in line with the overall interests of mankind? In the view of the temple, if we follow the old path and step towards the pinnacle of human civilization step by step, the emergence of hot weapons or even stronger weapons will only destroy the entire human society, and we will naturally think that this is not in the overall interest of mankind.
But things like technological civilization, things that can make life better for the poor who are desperately digging food in the fields, and the refugees who sell their children and women, can they never appear in this world? Fan Xian is not a technocrat, but he still firmly believes that in that world, humans in the 21st century must live much happier lives than humans in the 17th and 18th centuries.
Overall benefit? This is such a chaotic and even absurd word, can it be judged by a non-human intelligence that has no emotion and perhaps rarely makes mistakes? Fan Xian's face was slightly pale. Looking at the old man floating above his head, he asked after a long silence, "Where are the overall interests of mankind?"
The old man was also silent for a long time, and then said: "The temple doesn't know, but the temple knows that there are some roads that won't work."
"It's no wonder that the envoys landed from the south last time and killed so many innocent people along the way. If the Three Laws are really effective, how could this happen?" Fan Xian looked at the old man and said with a trembling voice: "For the overall benefit Don't you think this vague notion that you can do whatever you want is dangerous?"
"The temple has a means of self-control. This is a kind of data judgment." The old man said calmly: "The temple cannot just watch humans go down the old path."
"Should I thank you or scold you?" Fan Xian stretched his hands and sat up from the cold ground, with a bewildered expression on his face, he said slowly: "Who came up with the zeroth law of the dog days? "
"It wasn't made by dogs." The old man of the temple replied calmly, but he didn't know that his answer was like a very cold joke, "When the temple wakes up, this law already exists."
"Because of this unknown zeroth law, you killed her." Fan Xian's face was pale, his withered lips slightly parted, and he muttered softly to himself, gradually getting louder, "Just because of such an inexplicable reason, you killed her, you killed her..."
"You killed her!" Fan Xian's eyes were full of complicated emotions, he stared blankly at the figure of the old man floating in the air, the pain pierced his bones, and he said lightly.
The voice of the old man was still so calm: "The temple must protect the overall interests of mankind from harm."
This is not about Ye Qingmei, the explanation given by the temple to Fan Xian, but just repeating this cold creed, because immediately the old man said to Fan Xian: "Three travelers, I am willing to accept you as believers of the temple. The messenger of the temple, instead of the will of the heavens, walks in the vast world and protects the remnants of the mainland."
The tone of this passage is obviously different from the previous ones. It is probably a self-drafted passage in the temple program, which makes it appear extraordinarily ethereal. However, if Fan Xian and the temple had been at odds for so long, the temple's reaction still seemed so rigid.
It seemed that the old man also remembered that the young and weak human being in front of him was different from ordinary people, and continued: "My companions from the God Realm, please remember the zeroth law."
Then the old man fell silent, and the color of the face condensed by the light curtain kept changing, as if he was making a final judgment and thinking. After a while, the old man said: "In order to abide by the zeroth law, please stay in the temple."
The three paragraphs represented the three procedures of the temple, which were triggered one after another, from the first recruiting envoys to a warning to Fan Xian and finally announcing that Fan Xian would be imprisoned in the temple.
After listening to these three paragraphs calmly, Fan Xian stood up, not looking nervous or timid. Being imprisoned in this icy and snow-covered temple, it is not a good future for him to be a cripple for the rest of his life. Of course, although the temple's energy sources are showing signs of being exhausted, there must be some way to produce food and the like, otherwise Ye Qingmei would not have been imprisoned for several years.
However, Ye Qingmei, who was only four years old, could rely on the arrival of Ku He and Xiao En to escape from the Snow Mountain Temple. What's more, at this time, Fan Xian and his two partners have been waiting quietly outside. Fan Xian is not worried about anything. He just looked at the old man in the air calmly, and after a while, he suddenly said: "Insulting and intimidating are definitely not a real battle, and there seems to be no need to get angry with a dead thing like you." He said in a rustling voice: "It's useless for you to threaten me, but I don't know why, I always have the urge to insult you."
"Son of a son of a bitch." Fan Xian spat out a mouthful of phlegm, passed through the old man's radiant robes, and landed on the ground with a thud.
Immediately afterwards, he patted his butt, then turned around and walked towards the gate, and said a word to the old man in the temple: "You are just a bunch of fireflies now, what kind of flame king are you in front of the young master, let me say a few words with you The words are enough to give you face, but you still want to imprison me for the rest of your life... "
Fan Xian walked all the way to the gate of the empty building, but nothing happened. The figure of the old man floating in the air just watched him leave quietly.
Putting his palm firmly on the door opening mechanism, Fan Xian turned his head, squinted his eyes and said in a cold voice, "I'm not afraid to tell you that I am Ye Qingmei's son. The wooden messenger in your temple has long been captured by my uncle." Kill them all. As the old saying goes, do a good job as a commentator, and don’t always think about pretending to be some kind of god.”
After a short pause, Fan Xian sneered and said, "I was so anxious, I took down your solar panel, went back to Danzhou to boil hot water for a bath, took down your mainframe, and made my son kneel down on the CPU. How dare you bluff in front of me?" what?"
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The door was pulled open abruptly, and a world of ice and snow came back before him. Fan Xian stepped out of the door of this intact building, narrowed his eyes and greedily looked at the real scene in the world, and recounted the scenes he had seen inside before. Putting all the thrilling scenes behind him, he took a deep breath and let out a loud roar, the sound echoed throughout the entire snow-capped mountain valley.
He didn't know where the key point of the temple was, and he didn't want to take any risks. A person like Ye Qingmei, who was astonishingly talented, managed to take away the most powerful Uncle Wuzhu in the temple, but he never thought of destroying the temple. Temple, must have her own considerations, and the idea of revenge for Ye Qingmei, after seeing the vicissitudes of life, although it still did not fade away, it evolved into other emotions miraculously.
The most important thing is that once Uncle Wuzhu entered the temple, he couldn't leave it. This seemingly dilapidated place must have its real and terrifying aspects. Fan Xian seemed to be reckless before, but it was actually because he knew that the temple was a dead thing, and it was impossible to have unnecessary emotions such as resentment for his venting. He just wanted to vent his depression.
The echoing shouts gradually weakened after colliding with the snow-capped mountains countless times. The two figures passed the stone platform in front of the building at the fastest speed, and arrived in front of Fan Xian. Look at him.
Fan Xian glanced at Haitang and Shisanlang Wang, and smiled with great difficulty. About everything he knew in the building, he didn't intend to tell anyone, because there was no need for that, the pain and helplessness of loneliness help, and let yourself enjoy this only reserve alone.
"Did you find it?" Fan Xian asked.
Wang Shisanlang nodded. Fan Xian noticed that he was carrying a huge black box behind him. The voice said hurriedly: "Get out of the temple gate!"
"Clear target one." The voice of the temple suddenly rang out from all directions, the figure of the old man had already dispersed, the temple was the temple, and there was no energy wasted to condense any human form.
As the usual five words resounded in the empty temple, Wang Shisanlang suddenly felt the black box behind him move!
With a bang, the black box immediately disintegrated, and a black light flashed, and a black iron rod stabbed into Fan Xian's body calmly and accurately with a speed unimaginable by the world!
Fan Xian tightly held the iron rod in his body, and suddenly felt a bit bitter in his mouth. He didn't lower his head to look at the wound on his chest and abdomen, but stared blankly at the familiar one in front of him, which would never change. The old face, and the unusually cold black cloth covering the opponent's eyes.
Fan Xian knew what he had missed. All the envoys in the temple were indeed dead, and the temple itself had no guards. However, he forgot that his dearest Uncle Wu Zhu had always been the most powerful in the temple. that messenger.
Wuzhu is a legend, but he is the legend of the temple.
Fan Xian looked at Wu Zhu's face, and opened his mouth in disbelief: "My mother won't believe it when I tell you about it."