[1 month later]

A month has passed in the blink of an eye, and in this month, Yinchen has ignored the things outside the window, and only focuses on repairing the main base. It took him a month, with the assistance of the Red Queen, Cilabas, Lin Xuanchen, Lin Qingyu and a group of war spirits and royal souls, to finally sort out the 3.24 million years of aging lines and pipelines in the entire base, although the base is under the management of Cilabas, automatically repairing most of the pipelines, but there are some key places, it has no authority and no information can not be repaired at all, such as the most secret in the entire base, the nuclear arsenal that responds to the sudden attack of alien civilizations, the entire system is not under the control of AI, and it has naturally become a hard-hit area to be repaired。

It took Silver Dust a month to sort out the materials of the entire base, in addition to a larger, more advanced carbon-based biological/silicon-based biological laboratory, there were three additional super-large production lines, the kind that could mass-manufacture spaceships, and the number of intact bipedal golems with a whopping 470,000 of them, all of them fully equipped, and the number of abandoned and broken golems that could not be counted at all, almost piled up into mountains, all of which could be recycled into parts of other puppets.

470,000 puppets, this number even Yinchen felt his scalp tingle, Lin Xuanchen felt even more afraid, if it wasn't for Yinchen coming to this world and defeating the puppet sect with his own knowledge, I am afraid that in a few years, the puppet sect can completely shroud the whole world under black terror, 470,000 puppets, don't think about what forces can compete in this world.

Of course, these harvests are all skin for silver dust, 470,000 puppets are just a large-scale fully automatic industrial park for him, the Arctic base is limited, and the cost of traveling back and forth between heaven and earth is high, he has planned to enclose a piece of land on this planet and establish a completely unmanned industrial production city, of course, the high cost of early construction and high pollution must be inevitable, even if it is with cement, it must produce some waste residue, right?

Whether it is an industrial park or 470,000 puppets, it is not what Silver Dust cares about the most at this time, but the place he cares about the most is the nuclear arsenal hidden in the deepest part of the 0081 fleet.

When 0081 returned, in order to prevent the accidental explosion of the nuclear bomb and destroy the planet, which attracted a new round of protests from the newcomers of Cyberstan, all the nuclear bombs that could be taken away had already been taken away, and all the nuclear bombs that could not be taken away were shot into the sun, leaving no physical object for the silver dust, but the nuclear weapons production line, which had to be authorized by a living person to start the machine, was not dismantled, but was abandoned with the entire base, and it was abandoned together, as well as a war bomb that must be piloted by a living person, and seven fighter planes, the numbers on these weapons are all very large numbers, obviously they can't be loaded on the ship when they leave, and they can only be scrapped on the spot- It was really hairless, the huge magazine was empty, and even the fire control radar was not installed.

Silver Dust carefully observed the only remaining strategic bomber, and finally could only shake his head helplessly, this plane has been parked in a cold and damp artificial cave for millions of years, and it has long been rusted into a piece, and together with a fighter plane parked next to it, it has become a complete prehistoric relic, let alone flying, I am afraid that even the cylinder piston will not be able to move.

Looking at the tragic appearance of this plane, the confidence in holding the nuclear weapon that had just risen in Yinchen's heart collapsed instantly, even if he could directly synthesize a nuclear bomb with a forbidden spell, the projection became the biggest problem. When the 0081 fleet was leaving, in order to prevent the AI from gaining control of nuclear weapons, all the medium and long-range missiles were disassembled and taken away, leaving only a whole empty launch vehicle for Silver Dust, and not even a few rockets left for Silver Dust.

What he received was a weak base that was empty, but could not even make up one-tenth of the base number of unconventional ammunition heads, just like his heavenly kingdom, without bioiris scanning, the base brain could not even make bullets.

"I really don't know what happened to Gabroyle more than three million years ago that made the ancients fear the Hawking curse like this?" Silverdust shook his head and sadly walked out of the underground cavern and headed for the hangar, the only place he had some comfort in the entire base, where six intact planes were parked that could fight with radar and ammunition assembled.

It is a very flat, black fighter with two short, two long and four wings, a single-seater and two engines, known as full stealth, high maneuverability, three times the speed of sound, and a large range of ammunition enough to hang all "third-generation aircraft". However, Silver Dust was stunned and didn't see where it had the characteristics of an interstellar fighter, and under the sci-fi vertical tail, there were actually two small pelvic fins, which were completely redundant in interstellar battles, and could only function on the surface of planets with atmospheres-

Wait, this plane isn't designed specifically for atmospheric combat, is it?

Silver Dust scrutinized the six planes, all of them sealed in a sealed hangar that resembled a freezer, the Dsi inlet was filled with grease of unknown composition, and even the air inlet opening was plugged with cork, and it was really difficult to find such a large cork for those in 0081.

Silver Dust turned around three times in the nuclear arsenal, the more he thought about it, the more wrong it became, the war bombardment produced on the moon base has the function of going back and forth between heaven and earth, and heavy fighters can even perform limited inter-space operations, but as the most powerful, most invincible, and ultimate nuclear weapons unit in the entire base, it actually uses fighters that can only fly in the atmosphere, and even-

You still have to burn oil?!

"Red Queen! What's going on? Why do fighter planes, which are a nuclear deterrent, actually use gasoline? "Can't you stuff a reactor?" Yinchen couldn't understand at all, why should he use fuel power, which is not even as good as supercapacitors, when he could use the most powerful nuclear power?

"I'm sorry, all the nuclear bomb delivery equipment can't be connected to AI, some are early program intelligence units of the earth's civilization, this kind of unit can't receive AI general instructions, can only receive some simple electromagnetic signals, this is to prevent being hacked by the enemy, and to prevent AI from misoperating these fighters - the nuclear warhead configured for the fighter, and even the most primitive mechanical gyroscope end guidance. ”

"To guard against you?"

"Yes, in fact, nuclear weapons are the last insurance against the AI rebellion of mankind, the rest of this nuclear arsenal is not for outer space, in fact, it is used against me, they are produced here, and they will be shipped to other bases immediately, and the rest of them are actually too late to be transported. ”

"Other bases?" Silverdust said hopefully, "Are there any other bases that haven't been discovered?"

"No, it is impossible for those bases to be preserved for such a long time, distributed small AI, with a lifespan of only fifteen years, and no backup system - those bases are just advance bases, with almost no permanent fortifications, and they will not be hidden in rock formations like the Red Queen Base and the Heavenly Base, which have long since disappeared completely in millions of years of sea and land changes. ”

"That's right. Silver Dust's eyes darkened: "So we're sitting like this now, maintaining an empty base?"

"Sir, you can authorize the production of any weapon, however, these weapons will only act on your own will, and the AI itself will lose its judgment on the target. The Red Queen patiently explained: "The Red Queen strongly recommends that you authorize the production of ammunition, although we have 470,000 drone warriors, but each drone warrior can only fill one back box with ammunition reserves......"

"Then I'm authorized ...... now"

"You have to go back to the center, sign the documents, scan the voiceprints, iris, body temperature, heartbeat, and bioelectromagnetic fields to complete the authorization, by the way, you have to leave a blood sample and a skin cell sample, and we have to collect your spindle information and DNA information to prevent biochemical mimicry weapons and clones from impersonating your identity......"

Silver Dust listened for a while, and only then did he realize how tightly the ancient Gabroyles controlled nuclear weapons.

In order to prevent the AI from producing nuclear missiles and bombers privately, they even stipulate that nuclear weapons in the atmosphere can only use fossil fuels, and then all fossil fuels are controlled by humans and can only be used with special permission.

Such strict precautions are only the tip of the iceberg of the whole set of rules and regulations, and the ancient Gabroyles were able to use AI so confidently, not by compromising with artificial intelligence, but by more severe control. Yinchen followed the guidance of the red queen back to the center, and held various ceremonies for most of the day like a dancing god, and the wrist hurt when he signed, so he finally restarted the production line of the entire base, and it was also thanks to his previous sorting out of the water, electricity, oil, network, logistics and other pipelines and conveyor belts in the base, and the restart of the production line was very smooth.

[At the same time]

Wan Jianxin leaned a little lazily on the big vermilion pillar, looking at the neat swastika ornament on the beams in a daze.

He was waiting, waiting for Master Xuanzhi to receive him, or more precisely, waiting for Master Xuanzhi to take the time to meet after he had scolded those fake monks of Fahua Temple to the fullest.

The place where he is at this time is the mountain gate of Gusu Hanshan Temple, five steps away from his feet, is the stone staircase of the Buddha Gate that extends down to the foot of the mountain, the big pillar behind him is the golden crown and red lacquer stone pillar next to the gate of Hanshan Temple, the top of the pillar is the brilliant and old tower, on the tower, the blue background gold word "Hanshan Temple", how many people's hearts are the eternal pure land.

"Hanshan Temple, take care of the common people, Xuantian Pavilion, please kill the people!" The weight of these fourteen words, in Wan Jianxin's heart, is far greater than the eternal sentence of "Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City". And every time I thought of Wan Jianxin here, under the agitation of the mood, the long black hair stood up one after another, turning into a black spirit cockscomb. The strange shape of the "Funeral Love Family" seems to come from the undersea dragon "Haiyin" that he only closed his belly a year ago.

While waiting, he slightly exhaled according to the "Sword Mang's Heart Sutra", and absorbed the blue mist floating around him into his body, those blue mist were originally peaceful and warm as jade, but when he arrived at his dantian, it was immediately fierce as ice, and there were no waves in the ocean. "Sword Mang's Heart Sutra" can never be as gentle as "Great Brahma Prajna", the soul of Wan Jianxin is more focused on killing, and the war flow of the monks of Hanshan Temple is more focused on maintenance.

"Lord Wan, please ...... inside" Zen walked out of the door, although it was said that even the lowest-level pilgrims would enter the Hanshan Temple to receive them, but the casual Wan Jianxin liked to wait at the gate - the gate of Hanshan Temple is not an ordinary mountain gate, it is precisely a famous spot in Gusu City, the ancient temple mountain gate.

You don't see the limestone steps, winding between the greenery, the protection of the secluded pine and cypress, suddenly a dark golden red pillar tower, gold characters on a blue background, just like the ancient Buddha escaping the world, sitting and watching the clouds disappear and the waves are born, and the world is full of ten thousand kinds. Empty, far-reaching, quiet and vicissitudes, this is Hanshan Temple, a thousand-year-old Buddhist gate, a thousand-year-old righteous path.

Wan Jianxin nodded, followed Zen into the temple, Hanshan Temple and temples all over the country are no different, that is, the lecture hall is larger, the cold house is more, a building should be a little older, if the most obvious feature, probably he received, that is the place where the relics are enshrined, but where there are relics must build a tower, this tower is more, naturally it becomes a forest. Hanshan Monastery is the only monastery in the world with Tallinn, which actually only shows one point, that is, there are many high-ranking monks.

This is a place where there is no darkness, although the world and monks cannot be as pure and pure, but the people who can stay here are all the same pure. There are always a group of monks in the world who have no distractions.

"Lord Wan Shi came this time, is it to bring a letter to the old donor (ten thousand people)?" After the first battle in the East China Sea, the two were actually very familiar with each other, and Zen asked as he walked in front.

"A letter with a letter is a letter with a letter, but a letter from silver dust. Wan Jianxin said casually, but let Chan stop: "Little junior brother...... How are you doing? Where is the person? I heard that I suddenly disappeared more than a month ago......

"She's crazy, isn't she? Wan Jianxin was a little insincere, of course, more of a little regret hidden in the words. He didn't catch up with the Pershing battle, but only destroyed part of the logistics of the northerners, and almost gave the Northern Martial Emperor a sword, and the letter that Yinchen passed back through the "system" three days ago also let him know that he missed another wonderful battle.

However, Wan Jian Xin would not hold a grudge against this, because he knew that only Silver Dust could participate in that form of battle in the world, and he Wan Jian Xin did not feel that the puppet could be defeated with a holy sword slash.

"Do you think that he has the character of empty cicada (teleportation) anytime and anywhere, can he live idlely? The imperial court has been collecting young women from the big family recently, and I don't know what they are doing, there is no war, and the Zhao Lingfeng brothers can also bear the logistics, I am waiting to say that they are recuperating, but they are just idle, the master is in Xueyang, at least there are a few courses to teach, how can it be like me, there are no apprentices to ask for advice all day long. Wan Jianxin's words put Zen at ease, and the two continued to walk, and after a while, they arrived at the door of the lecture hall, and Wan Jianxin hesitated a little: "The master hasn't rested yet?"

"Teacher, you can also recite scriptures and meditate anytime and anywhere. ”