Emei Immortal Mountain, Huazang Ancient Temple, Fuxian Hall.

The autumn wind is bleak, and the night is cold and dewy.

In the solemn atmosphere, dozens of monks sat down on their knees, their faces solemn, their eyes slightly closed, their lips and teeth lightly tapped, and they silently recited the mantra.

In the center surrounded by the monks, there is a six-foot pure altar, on which a crystal ball is supported.

Next to the crystal ball, there are two monks, an old man and a young monk, opposing each other. The old man twisted the Buddha beads in his hand, did not say a word, and prayed intently; The young man looked dignified, danced with his hands, and quickly changed all kinds of wonderful seals.

With the flipping of the handprints of the young monks, blue skies and white clouds, mountains and rivers, flowers and trees, insects, fish, birds and beasts flash in the crystal ball from time to time; In addition, there is a longing for the fairy shadow, Miao Miao Heavenly Palace, like a dream, it is difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

The picture has flashed and reappeared several times, and it is always difficult to stabilize. After a short time, the young monk was already sweating on his forehead, and it was difficult to maintain the coherence of his hand movements, and he saw that the picture in the ball had completely disappeared, leaving only the colorful glow of the Dao, and he finally had to stop helplessly.

Seeing this, the old monk sighed imperceptibly, pinched the rosary and stopped twisting it.

The young monk rubbed his sore wrist, turned off the motion capture device on his forearm, bowed to the old monk, and broke the silence in the hall with his words: "Master, this vector splitter TV has been completely hung up, I'll go online later to see if I can get one from an antique dealer, and I'll make do with the light field superimposed projector that I replaced last time tonight." ”

The old monk bowed slightly: "Everything is fate, Hong Ye, you can do it." ”

"Yes, Master!" Hong Ye made another move, took three steps back, turned around and walked quickly to the outside of the hall. As he walked, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers under his ear, putting the nasal computer that had been used to tune the vector splitter TV to sleep. It's all antique, you have to take good care of it.

He walked briskly through the outer circle to sit around, and with disappointed monks on his face, he went straight to his dormitory. The religious-themed virtual reality film "Curse of the Past" jointly shot by New Humans and Celestials will be released on the whole network at 19:30 today, because of the aging and damage of the vector split-channel TV, Hong Ye needs to finish the light field superimposed projector that was put in the warehouse before this, and there is not much time left for him.

The Fuxian Hall is about four miles away from the "White Elephant Temple", a monk's liao where the novices who have not received full ordination and have received their Dharma names, but Hong Ye's speed is extremely fast, and his body is as light and agile as a cheetah, and he has arrived in less than three minutes.

The two little novices who had just come out of the courtyard gate felt a black shadow in front of them, and then a strong wind blew on their faces, but when they looked closely, they were gone. After being stunned, one of them couldn't help but shout to the courtyard in a voice changing voice: "Uncle Hongye, you are using your divine feet again, see if I will tell the abbot later!" ”

Hong Ye knew that his speed was abnormal. Master once instructed him not to easily show his vision, and casually said, "This is called Divine Foot Communication" as a cover-up.

Actually, there is more to Hong Ye's abnormality than this, but it doesn't matter, he will be able to get the real answer in two days.

His master, the abbot of Huazang Monastery, Venerable Shanren, would tell him everything about his life when Hong Ye turned twenty. After Hong Ye thinks about it clearly, he will decide whether to receive full ordination and become a real bhikshu, and from then on, he will be accompanied by green lights and yellow scrolls, abandon his seven emotions and six desires, and stay away from his upside-down dreams.

Hong Ye didn't hear the man's call, and came to the small warehouse in the depths of the courtyard without stopping, which was also the door of his residence. Stamping your foot slightly, when the electronic token is verified, the wooden door pivot makes a "creak" sound, and the door opens from the inside.

The soft lights in the room lit up one after another, and Hong Ye hurried and went straight to get the set of light field superimposed projectors.

The light field superimposed projector is about the size of a shoebox, with a total of three pairs of polarizing lenses, which need to be used with a mirror curtain. Although the set in Hong Ye's hand has been carefully maintained, it is an item from more than two hundred years ago, and mottled marks of bumps and wear can be seen in many places, and the interior that cannot be seen is very seriously aged.

So much so that after finding the last batch of vector splitter TVs that left the factory more than a hundred years ago, they would not hesitate to throw them into the corner of the warehouse.

"Found it, I hope it still works." Hong Ye breathed a sigh of relief, and in addition to the projector and screen, he put in an additional third piece of equipment-co-rotator.

A corotator, or interface converter, is a device used to convert a communication protocol. Whether it's a light field superimposed projector or a vector splitter TV, it's a product of the old era, and it's not compatible with the video protocols that are common on the Internet today.

It's like if you want to connect a graphics card with an HDMI interface to a monitor with a VGA interface, you need a converter to complete the translation work.

The co-converters used to watch TV are very precious, and for no other reason, they are all privately customized products, and they have a "legitimate" identity information built-in.

After the reincarnation technology matures, all humans have the right to be reincarnated as celestials, and it is free. Celestial reincarnation technology is a technology that gradually replaces the human brain with a micron-level robot and eventually forms a new prosthetic brain.

One of its additional products is sensory crossover technology, which uses arachnoid implant "sympathetic modules" to directly transmit multimedia information to the sensory center of the brain, achieving the fully immersive interactive effect described in science fiction works.

Once this technology appeared, all civilian external imaging and broadcasting equipment lost its meaning of existence and was quickly eliminated by the market. Their only audience is ultra-conservatives who are reluctant to implant sympathetic modules into their brains – people who believe that the human world is nothing more than a prison for the soul, who do not want to be reincarnated as a celestial and human being, and who continue to be themselves, or devout religious believers.

Today, there are fewer than 170,000 former humans with federal citizenship, and most of them live on benefits. Even if all of them refuse to implant sympathetic modules, the 170,000 poor potential users are not worth the special investment of any manufacturer to develop entertainment products for them.

Hong Ye carefully blew the dust that might exist on the corotator, put it in his backpack with the projector, and then picked up the nearly four-meter-long mirror curtain and ran in the direction of the Fuxian Palace. The lights of the squatter room behind him gradually dimmed, and the door closed automatically, blending in with the night.

Halfway through the road, I met two people at the gate of the White Elephant Courtyard before. The two little novices were about the same age, about fourteen or fifteen years old, and when they heard the footsteps behind them, they stopped and looked back, and saw Hong Ye carrying an exaggerated stick and turning out from behind a clump of jade bamboo.

"Uncle Hongye!"

The two hurriedly retreated to the side of the road, but the mountain road was cramped, and Hong Ye had to slow down at this time.