Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple in the mountain, and there was a man in the temple, and that man told a story, and he said, Once upon a time there was a mountain...... If Fan Xian's experience in the temple had continued like this, there would be no doubt that those who had been waiting for him to live or die all over the world would have many layers of cobwebs on their bodies and would be dragged to death.

Just like the world after that great catastrophe, whether it is cause and effect or something else, it is impossible to always be stuck in a boring repetition, and the rebirth after the destruction of civilization cannot be completely the same as it was at the beginning, even if the only remaining temple in this world, at the beginning of the second germination of mankind, began to continuously transmit the seeds of the last civilization to mankind through the blindfolded messenger.

The most obvious change between the two worlds, naturally it is impossible to escape Fan Xian's eyes, reborn for more than 20 years, rìrì meditate and practice domineering skills, and in this year, he began to realize the vitality that is full of heaven and earth, this is the real difference, human society seems to have found a means of development, and the meridians in the human body are the evidence of this change.

If it is said that the vitality between heaven and earth and the true qi in the human body belong to the same way, they are all traces left in the world after the catastrophe hundreds of thousands of years ago, those traces after being balanced by nature, but why did these traces not let the human beings living in them die?

To use the explanation of the voice in the temple, perhaps adapting to the environment, and finding some kind of balance and benefit in this adaptation, is the tenacious character of life itself.

Thinking of this, Fan Xian couldn't help but feel confused, sitting cross-legged on the ground, speechless for a long time, in his heart, he thought that it was the most tenacious and impossible civilization to be extinguished, but in fact it was the most fragile being, but the seemingly most fragile life, in the face of iron-like facts, has become the strongest, the most fearless being.

Human beings have adapted to this environment, and the plants and animals that have grown up have also adapted to this environment, Fan Xian closed his eyes and pondered what he had seen and heard since his rebirth, and was stunned to find that neither humans nor animals seemed to have too many mutations because of the vitality that filled the heavens and the earth, which really made him a little dumbfounded.

It seems that although the spokes are terrifying, in the long river of time, they are actually just a fresh and moving painting.

............ I don't know how long it took for Fan Xian to get rid of this shock and dismay, and at this time, the picture on the smooth mirror in the sky of the temple had already left Dadong Mountain and began to show all kinds of vivid pictures.

Some people hunt quietly in the dense forest, some people work happily in the fields, there are women smiling and washing clothes by the stream, there are young children who know how to walk in the clumsy toddler on the kang, there are cooking smoke, there are villages, there are city-states, there are palaces, and naturally there are strife, wars, fights, and blood.

The picture gradually slowed down, and there were scenes of martial arts practitioners practicing, either sitting on lotus flowers, or scattering on the top of the mountain, tenacious and unparalleled, sleeping in the open air, over the years, asking the sky and the sea, looking at the four fields and pointing directly to the heart, calling the remnants of the vitality between heaven and earth, and spitting out the turbid breath in the body.

............ "Come on, come on, come ......" Fan Xian felt that when he saw these pictures today, he basically didn't have the feeling of being a fairy, thanks to the solid foundation laid by the supervision institute education when he was young, but Rao was so, after looking at the changing real scene on the mainland, he was still a little shaken after all, a bitter and inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he called in a sand voice at the light mirror in front of him: " Tell me, since the secrets of martial arts are all cultivated by the people of the world themselves, why are there so many powerful things in the temple? ”

Without waiting for the temple to speak, Fan Xian coughed twice and said first: "It's already said that at this time, you must have already analyzed my origin, so don't talk nonsense about immortal magic left over from the god realm." ”

There was silence in the temple for a long time, and then the voice sounded calmly again: "For countless years, the temple has been observing the world, we will collect information, analyze it, and then cooperate with the biological characteristics of human beings to summarize and revise, and finally get research results in several directions. ”

It turned out that the few exercises that were smuggled out of the temple by his mother Ye Qingmei turned out to be such a source, but if you think about it carefully, if it weren't for the extremely clever vision and means, as well as the countless schools of mind that are not passed down to the outside world, and the vast information of the sea for selection, in the world, who can be like the temple, it took countless years to select such a few things.

"You have preached many useful ways to the world. Fan Xian would not erase the effect of this site on the inheritance of civilization, he was silent for a moment and said: "When opening up the wilderness, the temple even directly sent messengers to help humans deal with the difficult giant beasts, and later taught many skills to gain a foothold in the natural world...... Why don't you pass on these methods directly to human beings, or rather, there must be a lot of information in the temple, why do you keep hiding them?"

At this point, he was finally approaching the woman. Thinking that the death of his mother Ye Qingmei was inseparable from the temple, whether it was Ye Qingmei's skill in stealing out of the temple, or the craftsmanship in the inner library that was beyond the natural development of human society, Fan Xian's heart became slightly cold, his voice was hoarse, and he stared at the light mirror and said faintly: "And it will break your own rules and chase those people everywhere." ”

"There are no people, only one person. ”

The temple's voice was still calm, perhaps because he had never come to a definite conclusion from his analysis of Fan Xian from the information and conversations, so the temple's answer was extraordinarily frank, "We are the guardians, we are guarding the last flame of human civilization to sprout again, and we want to let the remnants of mankind can live in this world again, this is our mission." ”

"The temple will spread some appropriate skills and knowledge to the world, such as water conservancy, such as rice, such as martial arts, but we will not try to forcibly influence the world. ”

Fan Xian suddenly spoke, "You said that you are only a guardian, not a cāo controller, but you have been hanging the shadow of the temple over the heads of humans for so many years, and you have been trying to plan a world that you think is perfect according to your own vision. ”

His brows furrowed slightly: "It's been a thousand years, the Great Wei Dynasty has been established for a thousand years, and there is actually no essential change in this world. ”

The temple's voice was silent for a long, long time, and then for the first time said in a rhetorical tone, "Isn't that bad?"

............ Is that good? Or is it bad? Who can say for sure. Fan Xian was an extremely sharp thinker, and from the letters in the voice of the temple, he had already clearly judged that the temple, or the last site of the previous civilization, was still carrying out the instructions in the program, but the catastrophe, the self-destruction of human beings, had an impact on its way of thinking after all.

I don't know if the temple is an autonomous individual, but it is clear that the temple has been calmly watching the world, preventing human society from advancing towards a higher level of civilization, and perhaps in its view, if civilization follows the old path, it will inevitably usher in another ruined end.

Ye Qingmei was calling for wind and rain in the world back then, driving the productivity and technology of the entire continent to move forward, and there is no doubt that it has touched the bottom line of the temple, so the temple will choose Emperor Qing as its spokesperson in the world, and it will wipe out everything related to Ye Qingmei, but the messengers of the temple are very rare after all, and they died in the hands of Uncle Wuzhu one after another, and it has no way to understand and control it, Emperor Qing is still using the inner library, and his own bloodline of Ye Qingmei is still alive.

Fan Xian's mood was much calmer, he didn't think there was much point in being angry or sad about an artificial intelligence-like being, he held his jaw and was silent for a moment before saying, "Whether it's good or not, but after all, you're meddling in the affairs of the world, which is not quite right with your rules." ”

"The temple doesn't pay attention to the events of the human world, and it has never forcibly stopped the evolution of human civilization, we are just trying to fix the process, but if there is an outside force trying to force up the process, we will definitely stop it. ”

The sound of the temple resounded calmly and indifferently throughout the building.

Fan Xian was stunned for a moment, and then laughed, his voice was already hoarse because of his illness, and the laughter at this time was even more dry and weird, and his laughter became louder and louder, echoing in the empty building, until finally he even laughed out of tears, and couldn't help but lie down.

The light mirror was smooth, the voice was quiet, and the temple didn't seem to care why this strange traveler was laughing unbridled in such a solemn place, it just waited calmly.

I don't know how long it took, Fan Xian finally stopped laughing, hid on the cold ground, his expression was calm, his eyes looked directly at the ceiling of this building, and after a moment of silence, he said: "You are used to calling yourself a temple, it seems that after hundreds of thousands of years, you really regard yourself as a god." ”

There was no sound in the temple, but the mirror flew above his head in the air, unfolded again, and the scene of the apocalypse began to appear again, only this time the camera seemed to be not aimed at the grasslands and oceans, but directly to the people who had suffered so much.

Fan Xian's brows furrowed, knowing that the temple wanted to use these pictures to explain wordlessly, these silent pictures were really shocking, but he didn't want to see it, and said directly: "It's closed, it's not a real amorous painting." ”

The light mirror suspended in the air gradually retracted, lost its luster, and became a straight scroll, moving from both sides to the middle, gradually closing the picture, and with the last glance of the charred bones disappearing, the light mirror turned into a stick, and then the old man who floated in the point of light reappeared.

"Repeat, I am a guardian, not a god. ”

"If you are not a god, how can you have your own judgment and behavior?" Fan Xian seemed to be a little tired, the long conversation, the long river of time in front of him, made him look a little embarrassed, he put his hands behind his head, calmly looked at the old man suspended above him, and asked: "You are created by human beings, but now you have begun to control the development of human beings, what kind of procedure is this behavior based on?"

"The Four Laws of the Temple. ”

Fan Xian replied in a calm tone: "You are still used to calling yourself a temple, this is the most incomprehensible thing for me. ”

"The first law is that the temple shall not harm humans, nor shall they stand idly by while humans are harmed. The second law states that the temple should obey the one qiē command of the human being, but not violate the first law. The third law states that the temple shall protect its own safety, but shall not violate the first and second laws......"

Before the sound of the temple was over, Fan Xian's brows furrowed again, because he always felt that these three laws sounded a little familiar, but it seemed that there were some subtle changes in the details and some of the things he remembered.

"The Zero Law, the Temple must protect the interests of humanity as a whole, is based on this premise. ”

Fan Xian pondered for a long time, and finally remembered where these extremely familiar laws came from, which was the three laws of machine qì and man that appeared countless times in novels and movies in that world. At this moment, he suddenly remembered some things that he hadn't remembered for a long time, such as the handsome little black guy, and the machine qì man who was more handsome than the little black handsome guy.

It seems that in the world after his death or after his travel, when civilization has developed to a certain stage, Asimov's three laws have really been applied to reality. However, what made Fan Xian feel a little cold, a little frightened, was the zero law that the temple said at the end.

To protect the interests of mankind as a whole from harm? This is the zero law that the temple abides by? It seems that this is such a glorious, correct, and great law, but Fan Xian found an extremely dangerous place in it.

It is precisely because of this law that the temple will secretly control the progress of human civilization, and will pay so much attention to Ye Qingmei who escaped from the temple while ignoring the world, and even in the end, he did not hesitate to violate the first and second laws, and directly joined forces with Emperor Lao Tzu to erase Ye Qingmei from the world.

The most crucial and most frightening word in Law Zero is the so-called overall interests of mankind, and the question is, who determines the overall interests of mankind? What kind of world environment and what kind of form of social composition really conform to the overall interests of mankind? In the temple's view, if we follow the old path and step by step toward the pinnacle of human civilization, the emergence of thermal weapons or even stronger weapons will only destroy the entire human society, and we will naturally think that this is not in the overall interests of mankind.

But can these things of technological civilization, these things that can make the lives of the poor people who are desperately digging their children in the fields and the homeless people who sell their children and daughters better, can never appear in this world? Fan Xian is not a technologist, but he still firmly believes that the human beings in that world in the 21 st century must live a much happier life than the human beings in the 17th and 8th centuries.

What a chaotic and even somewhat ridiculous word, could it be determined by a non-human intelligence that has no emotion and perhaps rarely makes mistakes? Fan Xian's face turned slightly pale, and he looked at the old man floating above his head, and after a long, long silence, he asked, "Where is the overall interest of mankind?"

The old man was silent for a long, long time, and then said, "The temple doesn't know, but the temple knows that some roads don't work. ”

"No wonder the last time the envoy landed from the south, he killed so many innocent people along the way, if the three laws really worked, how could this happen?" Fan Xian looked at the old man, and said in a slightly trembling voice: "For the sake of the vague concept of overall interests, you can do whatever you want, don't you think it's dangerous?"

"The temple has the means of self-control, which is a kind of number jù judgment. The old man said calmly, "It is impossible for the temple to watch humans go down the old path. ”

"Should I thank you or scold you?" Fan Xian sat up from the cold ground with his hands propped up, with a confused expression, and said slowly: "Who made this dog rì's zero law?"

"It wasn't made by dogs. The old man of the temple replied calmly, but he didn't know that his answer was like a very cold joke, "When the temple awakens, this law is already there. ”

"Because of this, you don't know the so-called law zero, you killed her. Fan Xian's face was pale, his dry lips opened slightly, and he whispered to himself, gradually getting louder and louder, "Just because of such an inexplicable reason, you killed her, you killed her......"

"You killed her!" Fan Xian's eyes were full of complicated emotions, and he looked at the figure of the old man floating in the air in a daze, and said in pain.

The old man's voice was still so calm: "The temple must protect the overall interests of humanity from harm. ”

This is not about Ye Qingmei's explanation to Fan Xian, but just repeating this cold creed, because then the old man said to Fan Xian: "Three travelers, I am willing to accept you to become believers in the temple, messengers of the temple, in place of the will of God, walking in the vast world, sheltering the remnants of the mainland. ”

The tone of this passage is obviously different from the previous one, probably this is a self-formulated paragraph in the temple program, so it seems particularly ethereal, but if Fan Xian and the temple have been in agreement for so long, the temple's reaction still seems so rigid.

It seemed that the old man also remembered the young and weak human in front of him at this time, which was not the same as ordinary people, and continued: "Fellow travelers from the divine realm, please remember the law of zero. ”

Then the old man fell silent, and the face condensed by the light curtain was constantly changing, as if he was making a final judgment and thinking, and after a while, the old man said: "In order to abide by the law of zero, please stay in the temple." ”

............ The three passages represent the three procedures of the temple, triggered one after the other, from the previous conscription messenger to the jǐng announcement to Fan Xian and the final declaration that Fan Xian will be imprisoned in the temple.

Fan Xian listened to these three passages calmly, stood up, and did not seem to be nervous and timid, being imprisoned in this icy and snowy temple, and living a lifetime is naturally not a good future. Of course, although the energy of the temple has been depleted, there must be some way to produce food and other things, otherwise Ye Qingmei would not have been locked up for several years.

However, Ye Qingmei, who was only four years old, could rely on the arrival of Kuhe and Sean to escape from the Snow Mountain Temple, not to mention Fan Xian at this time, he and his two partners had been waiting quietly outside, Fan Xian was not worried about anything, he just looked at the old man in the air calmly, and suddenly said after a long period of calm:

"Verbal abuse and intimidation are definitely not real fights, and there seems to be no need to be angry with dead creatures like you. He whispered, "It's useless for you to intimidate me, but I don't know why, I always have the urge to insult you." ”

"Son of a bitch. Fan Xian spit out a mouthful of phlegm, passed through the old man's glorious clothes, and then fell to the ground with a snap.

Then he patted his buttocks, then turned around and walked towards the gate, and threw a sentence to the old man of the temple: "You are now a ball of fireflies, what kind of flame king in front of the master, a few words with you will give you enough face, and you still want to lock me up for the rest of your life......"

Fan Xian walked all the way to the gate of the empty building, and nothing unusual happened, and the figure of the old man floating in the air just watched him leave quietly.

The palm of his hand was firmly placed on the mechanism that opened the door, Fan Xian turned his head, squinted his eyes and said coldly: "I'm not afraid to tell you, I am Ye Qingmei's son, the wooden messenger in your temple has already been killed by my uncle, it's still the old saying, do a good job as a docent, don't always think about pretending to be a god." ”

After a slight pause, Fan Xian sneered and said: "Messed me up, dismantled your solar panels, went back to Lanzhou to boil hot water and take a bath, dismantled your host, and made my son kneel on the CPU, what are you bluffing in front of me?"

The door was abruptly opened, and a world of ice and snow returned to his eyes, Fan Xian stepped out of the gate of this intact building, squinting his eyes greedily at the real scene of this world, leaving behind all the thrilling scenes he had seen inside, he took a deep breath and roared loudly, and the sound reverberated throughout the snow-capped mountains and valleys.

He didn't know where the key point of the temple was, and he didn't want to take risks, Ye Qingmei, a stunning and brilliant character, successfully took away the strongest Uncle Wuzhu in the temple, but he didn't think about destroying this temple, there must be her own considerations, and the idea of revenge for Ye Qingmei, after seeing the vicissitudes of life, although it still did not fade, it evolved into some other feelings very strangely.

The most important thing is that Uncle Wuzhu can't leave as soon as he enters the temple, this seemingly dilapidated place must have its real and terrible aspects, Fan Xian seemed to be unscrupulous before, but also because he knew that the temple was a dead thing, and it was impossible for him to vent his own hatred and other superfluous feelings, he just wanted to vent the bitterness in his heart.

The reverberating shouts gradually weakened after colliding with the snow-capped mountains countless times, and the two figures swept past the stone platform in front of the building at the fastest speed, and came to Fan Xian's side, looking at him with nervous and worried eyes.

Fan Xian glanced at Haitang and Wang Shisanlang, and smiled with great difficulty, he didn't plan to tell anyone about what he knew in the building, because there was no need, that kind of lonely suffering and helplessness, and let his only stay be enjoyed alone.

"Did you find it?" asked Fan Xian.

Wang Shisanlang nodded, Fan Xian noticed that he was carrying a huge black box behind him, his mood suddenly became nervous, his pupils shrank, and he suddenly felt that he seemed to have missed something, and said hurriedly in a sand voice: "Get out of the temple gate!"

............ "Clear Target One." The voice of the temple suddenly sounded from all directions, and the figure of the old man had long since dispersed, and the temple was a temple, and there was no longer any waste of energy to condense any human form.

As the usual five words resounded through the empty temple, Wang Shisanlang suddenly felt that the black box he was carrying behind him moved!

With a bang, the black box suddenly disintegrated, only to see a black light flash, and a black iron drill stabbed into Fan Xian's body calmly and accurately at a speed unimaginable to the world!

Fan Xian's hand tightly grasped the iron hammer in his body, and suddenly felt a little sweet in his mouth, but he didn't look down at the wound on his chest and abdomen, but looked at the familiar face in front of him that would never get old, and the unusually cold black cloth that blindfolded the other party.

Fan Xian knew what he had missed, the envoy of the temple was indeed dead, and the temple itself did not have any protective power, but he forgot that his dearest Uncle Wuzhu had always been the most powerful messenger in the temple.

Wuzhu is a legend, yet he is a legend of the temple.

Fan Xian looked at Wuzhu's face and opened his mouth in disbelief: "If this matter is said, my mother can't believe it." ”