Streams of detritus flowed through the hidden room, creating tiny swirls of whirlpools. Every time the air squeezed through the gaps in the pipes, there was a slight whimper, which made the room quieter and quieter.

Sitting on the throne of the Grim, Hide seemed to be alarmed by Medusa's words, or perhaps disturbed by the chaotic air current, and the crystal white hair at the hem of the brown robe poked out, swaying gently.

"I remember I told you that wavering in faith is a big no-no." The faint and incomprehensible voice sounded faintly again, "Is it just a small setback, does it shake you?" ”

"Tell me the body of the false god." Medusa said in a solemn voice, "The so-called gods have three characteristics. ”

First, God cannot really exist. Second, God cannot be logical. Third, God himself cannot perform miracles. I wonder if this is true? ”

"The Classical Theological View." Yin said calmly, "That's true. ”

"Doesn't that mean that we can't see God, we can't understand God, and we can't touch God?"

"Yes."

So what's the point of God? What exactly is God? Isn't that just a fictional god? In the end, Medusa's tone was clearly questioning.

"In a sense, it is." "To be precise, God must be fictional." If you were to call it God, it would not be true. ”

"God must be fiction!?" Medusa asked incredulously, "So what the hell are we doing?" Is it around a lie? ”

"God is a fictional concept, and because he wants to understand the impossible existence, he created this name that can be understood." Yin patiently said, "The god you think is only the limit of what you can understand. This is only based on the inferior language of reality, which can be recognized, and is closest to the virtual image that exists. So how can God be real? ”

"That is to say, even if we really communicate with that, there is no point in the existence that we call 'God'?" Medusa asked incomprehensibly, "If the limits we can imagine are just imaginary, then what's the point of all this?" ”

"It is precisely because there are limits that have not been reached that there is value to pursue." The hidden voice still did not show the slightest ripple, but it gradually revealed a majestic power: "Do you think that there is a circle?" ”

"This—" Medusa replied after a moment's hesitation, "of course there is." ”

"Can you draw a circle, then?" Yin asked

"Can't..."

"What if I (yǔn) allow you to use any instrument?"

"I can't..."

"But it's closer to a circle than drawing with your hands, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"That's what we're looking for." "And God is a far more unimaginable existence than a circle, and the moment we communicate with God, we will touch the root of the world and usher in the true ultimate." ”

"What is that?" Medusa asked with a frown

"I don't know, it's because I don't know that I have the meaning to pursue." The chaotic mechanical sound roared, and the syllables were monotonous, but it seemed to be playing a grand symphony: "I can only tell you, if you master the ultimate, you can do anything." ”

"Anything?" Medusa asked in disbelief, "Is that really possible?" ”

"Child, my barren cognition cannot describe to you the beauty that surpasses everything, I can only tell you." Yin said slowly, "God can create a stone that cannot be moved by himself, and then lift it!" ”

Suddenly, a vicious chill rose from Medusa's spine and rushed straight into her mind. She finally understood,

What exactly does it mean that God cannot be logical? After only a little thought, she realized what an immeasurable and terrible disaster would be brought about if she came into contact with God, and it was not a childlike trick like fire, tsunami, earthquake, and locust plague. It is a subversion of the roots of the whole world, which is a veto of the existence of this world.

She couldn't imagine what the world would be like when that moment happened, but she was sure that everything would come to naught. She even doubted that by that time the world would be able to leave even one concept that belonged to her own reality.

"It's... Prometheus's so-called... God's paradise..."The scaly body has no sweat glands, but Medusa can't help but shiver "This is crazy..."

"Now do you know why Charon lost to the body of a false god in the confrontation of the godhead?" The voice of the Hidden Chaos sounded again: "When you try to digitize Charon's indicators and make it comprehend your intentions, it will be pulled down by you on the path to the altar. ”

"You knew this was going to be the outcome?" Medusa asked blankly, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?" ”

"There's a lot I can tell you, but that's just what I can tell you." Yin said, "But what I told you is not correct. If it were, I would have found the so-called root, the ultimate. You have to find your own path, and on the road to the end, everyone is absolutely alone, and no one can prove themselves right until they find the end. ”

"But Charon was defeated by the body of a false god..."

"It's just a failure in the sense of reality."

"But..."

"That's all I can tell you, and you'll need to find the rest." After saying this, Yin never sent any response, even if Medusa asked.

As a closed disciple of Yin, Medusa knew that today's conversation would end there, so she had no choice but to turn (shēn) and leave. When she walked out of the high priest's hidden room, she felt a chill run through her back.

If everything was as she said, then she couldn't imagine what terrible sins the Adventists were committing...

"Xiao An, you move that jar so that it doesn't get cracked by the sun."

Sun Guo'er lowered her head and wiped the sweat on her plump arms, and instructed Xiao An to move the bottles and cans in the corner. After staying for five days, Sun Guoer couldn't stand the loneliness anymore and was tired of the TV series of moaning without illness. Xiao An ordered a whole (tào) pottery tools, including a potter's wheel turntable, and began to engage in pottery.

Unlike Meng Fusheng, Sun Guo'er is an art class (shēn), and since she was a child, she studied at an aristocratic girls' school, so she is far from being able to compare with a half-person like her in terms of art. In particular, Zhong (ài) is oil painting and pottery, Meng Wei is not a person who often pays attention to the life of husband and wife, most of the time Sun Guoer relies on these two (ài) good to relieve the boring life after marriage.

For Sun Guo'er, the practical (xìng) pottery made is meaningless, but more about expressing her sorrows and joys. Since Meng Wei once inadvertently praised her skills, Sun Guoer has put her heart into pottery. Firing delicate and delicate pottery has become her greatest (ài) good.

She has very high requirements for every step of pottery making, from the selection of clay materials, molding and engraving, painting and coloring, and (yīn) dry firing. All of them are hands-on, blowing flaws and looking for hair. Although Xiao An quickly purchased the utensils, the furnace for firing had not yet been completed, so the pottery kneaded by Sun Guoer could not be put into the furnace for a while, and it was placed on the balcony (yīn) to dry.

"Ma'am, do you think it's okay to put it here?" Xiao An rolled up her sleeves and tucked the skirt of the maid's dress into her belt to reveal her toned legs (ròu) in order to facilitate her movements. Bending down and holding the clay embryo carefully, like a giant bear holding a honeycomb.

"It's okay, just put it there." Sun Guoertan (shēn) glanced at it and nodded to signal that Xiao An was okay.

In the first few days when she came to the mountain villa, Sun Guoer was very happy. Meng Wei, who had always been very cold to herself, suddenly cared about her (shēn) physical health, which made her extremely surprised and excited. She knew that this villa was a property bought by Meng Wei in his early years in business, and it had an extraordinary meaning in her husband's heart. In addition, at that time, my own body (shēn) body (rì) gradually improved, and everything seemed to be moving in a good direction.

And just this morning, Meng Wei also came to visit her (shēn) physical condition, which made her even happier. She knew that her husband had so many things to do every day, and to be able to take the time to visit her from such a long distance was a sign that she cared about her. At the same time, her husband also brought a piece of news that was neither good nor bad, that Meng Fusheng's whereabouts had been found.

From her own point of view, Sun Guoer didn't hate Meng Fusheng originally, she (ài) was Meng Wei, so she didn't mind Meng Fusheng's existence. Originally, she hoped to be a good stepmother, at least the family relationship would not be too stiff. However, when she married into the Meng Mansion with longing, she found that everything was far from being as simple as she imagined.

Not to mention that Meng Wei's attitude after marriage was even colder than before marriage, when facing Meng Fusheng, who was not much younger than herself, she felt deep hostility and contempt. Especially the way the girl looked at her, it was a feeling that transcended disgust and hostility. It's like looking at a stranger who intrudes into your life, and whatever you get in exchange for is a kind of ignorance based on disgust and ridicule.

The face that resembles her departed mother makes Sun Guo'er unable to express joy (ài) from the depths of her heart. And the other party is often just a simple look, which is enough to make her thunderous. That look as if he was the one who caused Eddie to leave.

Sun Guoer knew very well that Meng Fusheng's reasons for hating him were the same as the reasons for hating Meng Fusheng. She is a selfish little woman, and all her dissatisfaction with Meng Fusheng is because she can't tolerate Meng Wei's concern for her more than herself. And presumably Meng Fusheng is also hating that she took away everything that originally belonged to her mother.

"When she comes back, let's talk to her again. Anyway, I'm her mother now, after all. Sun Guo'er lightly relaxed her wrist, looked at a narrow-bottomed pottery bowl in her hand, and sighed softly. After coming to the mountain villa, perhaps because of the secluded and quiet environment, she had more time to think about things that she hadn't considered before.

"When did you get to such a situation where fire and water are incompatible?" Sun Guo'er muttered to herself

"What's the matter, ma'am?" Xiao An bowed down and asked with concern, "What did you just say?" ”

"Oh nothing, I'm glad you're Xiao An." Sun Guo'er smiled, and a slight red appeared on her pale face. After nearly a week of recuperation here, she didn't feel better, but felt that her body was getting worse.

"It's nothing, it's my job." Xiao An smiled and said, "Madam, don't be too tired, pay attention (shēn) body is important." ”

"It's okay, I've rarely gotten sick since I was a kid. The doctor said that when a person like me gets sick, it is very difficult to get better. Sun Guo'er smiled tiredly, reached out and picked up a rabbit pen, looked at the pottery bowl in his hand and said with some regret

"When the old man came in the morning, he said that the child had been found, and I wanted to make a pottery bowl for her as a gift. But I don't know what kind of style the child likes, but I, the mother, am also incompetent. ”

Looking at Sun Guo'er's increasingly weak (shēn) body, Xiao An frowned inadvertently, and comforted softly, "Madam, as long as it is a pottery bowl made by you, no one will like it." ”

"Talk to yourself." Sun Guo'er smiled softly, and then looked at the pottery bowl in his hand, before he could lift the pen, his throat was sweet, he lowered his head and coughed, and a little red spot sprinkled on the plain yellow pottery bowl...