Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

Then he pushed it in with all his strength and turned it around.

The holographic image of the Xihe girl suddenly wrinkled and emitted a burning black and red light.

……

The sky and earth seemed to dim for a moment, or perhaps it was a flash of lightning? Fang Bailu couldn't tell.

He should have fainted from this amount of pain signals, but he remained fully awake: the efficacy of the "Kaiqiao Xingshen Pills" was at its peak, and his nervous system was more active than a bull in estrus, allowing him to continue to immerse himself in this living hell of pain.

A more accurate and emotional description would be that what was flowing in the blood vessels was no longer blood, but boiling strong acid; then the strong acid finally rushed out of the blood vessels, condensed into a human shape, and gave him a hug from outside the body.

Fang Bailu's strategy was simple: since the destructive power he possessed was not enough to destroy the Xihe girl, then...

Just find a way to make her "self-destruct".

"Enough! Enough! I want to die. I want to die..."

Fang Bailu wanted to scream, but he only coughed up a mouthful of red phlegm, accompanied by a few mutterings that sounded more like the friction of rough iron than human voices. The Buddhist chants in the city became harsh and noisy, like the buzzing hallucinations of a patient with a high fever before dying.

Confused thoughts surged to the surface of his consciousness, like bubbles rolling in a poisonous pool. Unable to go into shock or coma, the endless self-torture was finally about to bring fruitful results: the other side of liberation from self-destruction.

But deep in my heart, there is a harder, iron-like pain roaring:

not enough! not enough!

Just as desire has levels, so does pain. Fang Bailu used the deepest scar in his heart to control the begging for mercy from his body: the bottom of the blood scab was filled with stars in the universe and the eternal light of the Milky Way, which was the eternity that arrived from the moment in the memory not long ago.

So Fang Bailu groped for the "handle" of the cement fragment and pulled it out - this time he had a new feeling: it seemed as if metal was growing out from the gap between muscle and skin, tearing the skin, and then smoothing it out; the cycle continued.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

The holographic image of the Xihe girl curled up into a ball and then unfolded again; the cycle repeated itself like a huge heart burned by flames.

I have to pass on this wish to die, to the Xihe girl, until she feels the same way, until she can no longer bear it, until she makes the right choice:

self-destruction.

Fang Bailu suddenly felt that going crazy might be better - but a little clarity made him realize that perhaps on a certain day before, he had already stepped into the arms of madness.

Just like everyone else in this world and this era: this is the premise for survival and life.

Finally, the Xihe girl's surface began to "wave": the gray brain grooves were throbbing and swaying, and some brain tissue was even torn and fell from the tree trunk. But as far as the eye could see, there were no visible muscle fibers on her surface; it could only be explained as some kind of traumatic reaction produced by the cerebral cortex.

Fang Bailu's right hand twitched uncontrollably, and the cement fragments that were used as sharp blades fell to the ground; but Fang Bailu still tried his best to breathe, imagining that the throat that was burning like it was burned by fire was a bellows covered with spikes, so that the pain of the flesh could be deepened a little more. Although the pain signal of the body could not be transmitted through the sword of suffering, it was enough to become the fuel for further giving birth to his despair and sorrow.

“Let me die die die die let me be free release release release release release—”

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Chapter 191 Dance All Over (I)

Just a little bit... just a little bit.

Fang Bailu was already filled with the wish to die, and the pain and desire for self-destruction were about to burst out from every corner of his pores.

The Xihe girl was trembling and shaking; the blood hidden under the cerebral cortex rushed into the branches of the tree trunk, forming lumps as big as trucks... like some kind of strange fruit.

Die... die. Die!

The cell phone flew around like a fly with its head cut off, leaving traces like a ball of wool; the walls of the rooftop, which were still intact, were pierced with smooth holes one after another:

Then, it moved close to Fang Bailu's neck, shaking constantly, leaving an afterimage of trembling in the air.

The holographic mirror kept flickering, and black and red mist gushed out from its surface and spread in all directions; anyone could see that something ominous was happening at this moment...

Even if the will has been stretched to its limit, it cannot prevent it from breaking. After all, in a sense, psychology is determined by physiology.

Fang Bailu's collapse seemed to be coming earlier than that of the Xihe girl. Or rather, they would come together -

……

钵！

It was a crisp and light knock.

Suddenly, the phone stopped vibrating.

Fang Bailu propped himself up with his elbows covered with tiny wounds:

In the center of the city, there were two huge trees that should have stood opposite each other, but now only one was left - the mirror illusion created by the holographic generator had disappeared; it was even more abrupt than when it appeared, as if someone had roughly turned off the power.

"how……?"

The cold sweat on Fang Bailu's body flowed into the blood below him, fading the bright redness; and the sudden failure of the holographic generator was not the reason why he was so horrified:

Gone with it was the pain that could touch the limits of the nervous system.

"Warning: The Sword of Suffering has been forcibly closed."

Someone blocked his pain signals and stopped the progress of the mission of the Sword of Bitterness...

He grabbed the rooftop railing with both hands and pulled himself to the edge:

Fang Bailu suddenly remembered - he had seen this moment in the visualization machine; but there was still one person missing.

Bang, bang, bang!

The sounds of buildings collapsing, heavy objects hitting, and sharp objects scraping mixed together, coming from far away and getting closer.

It was a figure leaping in the collapsed city: her way of advancing was a mixture of violence and dexterity, drawing sharp straight lines between points. Every time she leaped, flying rocks and cracks exploded under her feet, and she only occasionally used the long knife in her hand and the shawl extending from her shoulders to modify her direction of advance and alleviate the impact of the fall.

The figure was enveloped in a blinding glow of gold and red. Wherever she went, the giant screens that were still able to function dimmed...

Then it lit up again, showing completely new content.

Like a golden-red peak splitting the neon waves, or like a running progress bar: behind the figure, the screens were also shining brightly - the scriptures were like raindrops, merging into a falling galaxy; the density of the text made it impossible to interpret the content of the text visually.

But Fang Bailu knew what was playing in the video: "Take refuge in the Three Jewels and attain Nirvana."

boom!

With a deafening explosion, the figure drew a semicircular arc in the air and fell in front of Fang Bailu like a meteorite. The two ends of the scarf violently scratched the floor tiles of the rooftop, carving deep grooves; then they suddenly crossed at one point and chiseled into the ground, together with the two swords to stop the thunderous momentum.

She turned her back to Fang Bailu and brought the sharp blades of her left and right swords together - the sparks from the collision flew up in the wind and then disappeared in the air.

"Ernie..."

The visual enhancement component that wrapped around Fang Bailu's cornea and connected directly to the optic nerve suddenly gushed out a torrent of words. They swept across the horizon at high speed like a roaring golden sandstorm, but it was just a simple greeting that was completely unexpected to Fang Bailu -

"Hibernating dragon."

……

"...!"

Fang Bailu tensed his body, the air he breathed in was so cold. The muscles on the broken thigh twitched as the owner tensed up, but the pain had gone away.

This was the second time he was called this: the first time was when the sea of ​​flowers of Xihe girls bloomed. He never thought that this name would come out of Erni's mouth.

The rumbling sound did not stop as Erni landed; on the contrary, the volume of the sound was gradually increasing.

It was the sound of thousands of uniform footsteps, coming from an alloy material that had crossed countless mountains, rivers, lakes and seas.

For the first time in hundreds of years, travelers walked into Kuala Lumpur. They put their palms together in front of their chests and waded through the burning river of fire with precise steps. The high temperature ignited the tattered robes wrapped around them; the flying "1" and "0" turned into ashes, but the iron bodies were licked by the flames and became brighter: the fierce fire washed away the stains and bloodstains left by the past journeys.

Along with it came a buzzing sound like a swarm of flying bees. Each practitioner was chanting a different scripture, which made the mixed chanting sound like a high-decibel noise, like tinnitus after a head injury.

This is not a Zen chant for humans, but a dedication to someone who possesses greater wisdom and more sophisticated information processing capabilities.

Dedicated to the existence in front of Fang Bailu——

"You...ha."

Before he could even utter the question, the picture in his eyes revealed the answer; his words were interrupted by a sigh of mixed feelings.

That was not a name or code that Fang Bailu wanted, but just a long and complicated string of numbers that seemed to be a product code.

108-27-21-18-14-10-7。

钵！

As if it had read Fang Bailu's doubts - he truly suspected that his neural signals had indeed been intercepted and decoded - with the crisp sound of the wooden fish being struck, more complex annotations appeared in the string of numbers:

"108, then seek the one hundred and eight samadhis, and eliminate the one hundred and eight kinds of defilements;

27, which are the twenty-seven sages who practice the four stages and four fruits;

21, the ten stages, the ten perfections and the fruit of Buddhahood;

18, for the eighteen realms, namely the six sense organs, six sense objects, and six consciousnesses..."

Even with my eyelids closed, these words float before my eyes like gilded mosquitoes.

"...Hmm? What do these notes prove? Your number is destined to be predestined with Buddha...so it has become the most special one?"

Fang Bailu was freed from the pain, but his anger had not subsided at all.

At this moment, Fang Bailu had understood what exactly resided in the familiar yet strange petite woman in front of him: it was a boundless, immeasurable existence; in the deep dream written in mechanical language, in the information seabed where data currents rolled, every monk and Buddhist disciple activated the dormant electronic incense sticks... what was chanted in those speakers and synthesized audio was His honorable name -

Buddha, the Enlightened One, the World-honored One, the Worthy of Offerings, the Well-Gone, the One Who Has Completed Wisdom and Practice, the Supreme One, the Teacher of Gods and Humans…

Fang Bailu didn't want to choose any of these names. And he also understood that it was precisely because of his resistance that the other party took the lead in giving Fang Bailu his "real name" out of concern:

That string of numbers is not something that man-made objects in the new era can possess: there are no annotations containing Chinese characters, which goes against the underlying logic of contemporary products.

But Fang Bailu knew about the existence of "Him" earlier than this moment. As early as in the chat room that jumped to with the email from hundreds of years ago... No, it can be traced back further: from the pirated scenic spot experience floppy disk from the Siam Tourism Department, Fang Bailu had seen the strange words of this "younger generation".

This was another Immortal: one of the few non-human beings in the ancient assembly.

Chapter 192: Dance All Over (Part )

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It was just the explanation derived from the number that made Fang Bailu feel that this most original electronic Buddha was so... He had to use an adjective that shouldn't appear here: emotional. It seemed that He wanted to use fatalism and intuition, rather than reason and logic, to footnote His creation.

But thinking of the "Sword of Suffering" whose process had been forcibly terminated, Fang Bailu was not so surprised: that was not a program that could be written by a mentally normal individual - it could even be said to be a product of excessive empathy.

Erni clasped her hands together and turned around. She nodded slightly:

"All things are empty: I am not me, yet I am also me."

Each word was spoken in a calm and clear manner. It was a softness that had never been seen before in the fierceness of the female swordsman in the past. Fang Bailu had seen Er Ni's fragility hidden under the long blade and the knife light, but this was something completely different:

Her tone was high and rhythmic, full of grandeur and wisdom; yet it contained a kind of sweet and flattering gentleness, the kind of plea that a desperate salesperson would make to the last customer in her address book: and this only made Fang Bailu's hair, which had been tense countless times today, stand up again.

The march of the walkers continued. They formed a circle with Kuala Lumpur as the center, and the Xihe girl was at the center of the circle: the route they took was straight and unmatched - they regarded the walls and ruins in front of them as nothing, and all obstacles were knocked open by them to create human-shaped gaps.

The visual enhancement UI is quietly changing - Fang Bailu didn't realize it until the transformation was complete. The interactive interface, which used to be 50% transparent and didn't block the view, has become clear and even has color: golden and red borders and patterns, with rotating scripture streams as embellishments.

Only the strange warning in the corner hints at the message she wants to convey: "Shan Seng" Zen Tutor Learning Machine - Your best Buddhist assistant. Please check and prevent counterfeiting by serial number. (Offline, please check your network status/the version is old, please check and upgrade.)

It was not any software program or artificial intelligence that Fang Bailu had ever heard of - that could only mean that it came from the "narrow period" between his deep sleep and his awakening.

Fang Bailu felt absurd and ridiculous in his heart - he thought he was already familiar with the way the world works.

In contrast, Erni continued to speak. In the chanting of the walker and the guardian deity, it was clearly audible:

"Every effect has its own cause."

……

Fang Bailu once wondered about a question:

In Shou Niang's "copy", how did he get the information about the Xihe girl, and how did he defeat her?

In reality, in this real material world - Fang Bailu, who has known enough, mastered enough, and sacrificed enough, is still on the verge of a stalemate with the Xihe girl; not to mention the dire situation faced by that version of himself.

But he and his friends did it: they defeated the West River Girl, even without knowing it—

"The only possibility is that there is another external force."

For example, the never-ending walkers outside the city; why do these machines, whose years cannot be distinguished, wrap themselves in red and black robes and limp around Kuala Lumpur over and over again...

The ring-handled sword that Erni had lost, and the one she had found again; and the scarf that was still wrapped around her shoulder blades...

"The Sword of Suffering" - in all the calculations, Fang Bailu was destined to use this mysterious software to fight a life-and-death battle with the girl from Xihe...

With its developers.