"Painting?" The fat man looked at the painting again, "In the painting?" ”

Xu Ling also turned his head to look at the painting.

The more she looked, the clearer her eyes became.

It didn't take long for her to nod her head.

"That's right, that's right, what Liu Ziang said should be right."

"I finally understood what the coffins in the village and the shrines in the woods really did."

"Also, why are there paintings in the village and in the shrines?"

Liu Ziang hurriedly looked at Xu Ling.

"The coffin is a battery, yes. But the combination of the coffin and the sixteen hexagrams in the village should not be a simple gathering effect! ”

Liu Zi's brows furrowed.

Xu Ling smiled.

"Although you said that gossip is used to accumulate the power of heaven in your profession."

"But gossip, the real effect is actually art."

"Technique?"

Liu Ziang glanced at the fat man.

The fat man shrugged his shoulders a little helplessly.

It seems that he didn't figure out what Xu Ling said for a while.

Xu Ling nodded and said with a smile.

According to legend, Fu Xi created forty-six hexagrams to deduce the secrets of heaven and earth. Hexagram is actually hexagram, deduction, arithmetic, and calculus! ”

"Hey!" The fat man waved his hand, "I thought you were going to say something, didn't you just want to say that hexagram is a fortune-telling technique?" ”

"That's right!" Xu Ling nodded again, "Now there are many international institutions that recognize that gossip is the ancestor of arithmetic, and it was originally used by the ancients to calculate and practice the whole world. ”

"And its computing power and method are the same as those of modern computers. Even, gossip can be completely deconstructed into a binary inference algorithm. ”

"Computers? Binary? ”

Fortunately, although Liu Ziang has learned ancient methods in his life, he is not a modern electromechanical idiot.

He still has this kind of common sense.

The ability and method of gossip to calculate is the same as that of a computer, and this is the first time he has heard this statement.

But gossip is based on binary calculus, in fact, those who know a little bit of easy hexagram theory understand it, which is true.

Hexagram techniques start to calculate based on the combination of the two hexagrams.

The two are combined, and the two are promoted.

is indeed a binary calculus.

As for Xu Ling, he did not give an in-depth explanation.

Still said to himself.

"Whether it's gossip, sixteen trigrams, or the sixty-four hexagrams created by Fuxi at the beginning, they are all used for calculations."

"Then, aren't the sixteen hexagrams in the Immortal Village also used for calculations?"

"And if the real function of the hexagram is calculus, can it be regarded as the CPU of the computer?"

This time, Liu Ziang was completely shocked!

But if you think about it carefully, it seems that you can indeed make such a comparison.

At this moment, Xu Ling smiled.

"At the beginning, we all thought that the roots of the trees in the ground were wires, but if the Sixteen Hexagrams were CPUs and formed a computer with the village, then the roots of the trees should actually be network cables."

"It's not just about energy, it's about data. Data deduced from the sixteen hexagrams in the village. ”

Then, Xu Ling pointed to the wall in front of him, "And this is the screen that displays the data!" ”

"Screen?" Following Xu Ling's slender jade hand, Liu Ziang looked towards the wall again.

He also understands the principles of computers.

Now that I think about it, it seems that it can really be compatible.

And what Xu Ling said was actually just her interpretation from another side.

The final meaning is still what Liu Ziang said at the beginning.

Yes, after looking at it for a while, he looked at Xu Ling again.

It just so happened that Xu Ling's eyes also met Liu Ziang.

didn't speak, Xu Ling actually understood what Liu Ziang was thinking.

I saw that after she smiled, she nodded slowly.

"You're right."

"What the sixteen hexagrams calculate is actually the world of the village, and it is also the scene in the painting of the village."

"Now that I think about it, this underground world is presented in Tai Chi, which can actually be regarded as a big hard disk."

"After all, in metaphysics, Yin and Yang Taiji contains the entire hexagram information, which can be compared to a hard disk!"

"The twelve shrines that went up the mountain, if you think about it, should actually be memory."

"It's about making sure that the data is not corrupted during the data transfer process."

"Finally, the data is transmitted here, into this mural."

Xu Ling's gaze fell on the painting again, and there was horror in his eyes.

"Liu Ziang, you're right, the person who created this underground world actually just wanted to create this painting."

"He took the entire underground world through the lost sixteen hexagrams, turned it into a world of data, and finally reflected it on this wall."

She raised her hand and patted it on the mural, "The world in this painting is the real paradise of paradise!" ”

Liu Ziang nodded slightly.

That's right, the world in the painting is the real paradise.

The painting doesn't just map the underworld.

Even the consciousness of the person followed.

The world in the painting is a living world.

And the immortal evil thing is also in this painting.

"It's just a little weird." Inadvertently, Liu Ziang lowered his head. He looked at the coffin at his feet.

"What are these coffins for?" Pointing to the coffin under his feet, Liu Ziang asked strangely.

In the mural, there are a lot of people.

In the village, there are many people who go up the mountain.

There are also many coffins in this room, but there are only a few dozen.

The number of these people is far less than in the painting.

Moreover, the mountain under their feet, the trees in the mountain are all transformed by the transformed people.

These people who have become trees are the people who are reflected in the painting.

Not in a coffin!

Liu Ziang's eyes were firmly fixed on the coffin.

If the people in these coffins are not the people in the paintings, then what are?

When Xu Ling heard Liu Ziang's words, he also stared down at the coffin.

Or her!

Xu Ling looked at it for a while, and raised his eyebrows slightly, revealing a sudden appearance.

She slowly looked up at Liu Ziang, and said in a slightly trembling voice, "I understand." ”

"The person in the coffin is indeed not the person in the painting. Is it the plasma we encounter in the underground canals, what the bell calls 'Netherworld'? ”

Without waiting for Liu Ziang to speak, Xu Ling pointed to the coffin tremblingly, "That's all." ”

"What?" Liu Ziang and the fat man spoke almost at the same time.

"Stripping people of flesh and blood, removing people's internal organs, just to make them ghost guards?" The fat man spoke in amazement.

Liu Ziang slapped the coffin suddenly, he seemed to remember something, and his face was ugly.

"Yes, they are."

"Before the Tang Dynasty, before Master Xuanzang took the Mahayana scriptures, no monk could truly become a Buddha."

"Legend has it that in the wilderness, there are monsters who know a secret method. Refine the liquid with secret medicine and cover its body. With the power of liquid medicine to melt the body and melt the dirt, only the root of the remainder. ”

"Without a body, there is no man's desire. If there are no internal organs, there will be no desire to eat and beg. There is no body and no organs, which is the Buddha said that there is no desire, no desire, no joy and no sorrow. ”

"Now that I think about it, in the secret method of becoming a Buddha of the demon monk, the so-called human foundation is these in the coffin."

As he spoke, Liu Ziang slowly pushed the lid of the sarcophagus coffin, looking at the red, still slightly wriggling human brain inside.