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If there is a word, it is long, and if there is no word, it is short.

After a day and a night, we finally arrived at the entrance to the core of the Holy City. I also met other people occasionally along the way, some just passing by, and some of the destinations were also in the core area, so I also traveled together.

On the way, I encountered butterflies twice and cicadas once. According to the newcomers, it seems that some of the dream cicadas in the Buddhist temple have escaped for some reason, and the Buddhist sect has nothing to say about it. However, the dream cicada itself is not very harmful, so the Holy City side does not pay much attention.

Now I'm standing in line at the entrance to the core and waiting to enter, feeling a little bored, so I look around.

The core area has a wall made of earth and stones, and it is thickly enclosed, and it is the so-called core area of the holy city. Now a city gate has been opened here, and many vendors who are about to sell their goods are selling their wares everywhere, and people are coming and going, and there is some bustle.

But obviously not many people would want to buy their stuff here, but anyone in their right place knows that they can buy the same quality but cheaper goods when they go in. Unless it's for emergencies and a long journey with a dry mouth, I buy a few bottles of water.

Perhaps because there was no currency in circulation between towns, these vendors mainly traded in the form of barter. Many people use light bulbs, wolf hair, and batteries as exchange items, and it seems that these three are "hard goods".

A little further away you can see fields that have been cultivated with high-quality batteries or other crops. It's not really true, after all, it's a little far away.

There seem to be guards on the city wall, more than a dozen steps and a guard, draped in strong and stubborn, and there seems to be a golden-red strange weapon placed next to him.

The people in the team chatted without saying a word, and I looked over and was not interested in joining them in the conversation, so I picked up the black cat sleeping soundly on the backpack, and flipped out the "Diamond Sutra" given to me by the Venerable Master.

Maybe there's some clue in it?

The book was badly damaged, and there was a faint whimpering sound. But the good thing is that the content is readable.

"The first product: the cause of the puja...... When I heard this, at one time, the Buddha was in the garden of solitude in the garden of solitude, and there were 1,250 people with the great bhikkhus. At that time, when the world-honored one eats, he wears clothes and holds a bowl......"

Well...... I don't understand it.

There are many, many people in this world, and people are not the same from each other, and people have to live, so naturally there are many, many ways to live. There are many ways to live, and there are naturally many ways to speak, and it is difficult for people with different ways of speaking to understand what the other person means. This is normal.

I could barely read some of the sentences, but I couldn't put them together into a complete meaning. So I lost the interest in perusing and swept at random.

At this time, I saw a somewhat familiar sentence:

"Subodhi! If there are good men and good women, they will give alms in the form of Ganges sand in the first day, in the middle of the day in the middle of the day, and in the latter day in the same body as Ganges sand, and in the days after that, they will also give in the form of Ganges sand, and so on, and they will give in the form of hundreds of billions of eons......"

I seem to have heard this phrase not long ago.

Yes, at the small electric sound temple, when Master Lu was discussing the Tao with Yu Cheng Bodhisattva, Yu Yu said -

"Subodhi! If there are good people, they will give alms with Sumeru's information, and it will be a database of countless hundreds of billions of eons? ”

Not...... I had a thought in my mind.

I quickly flipped through the booklet, which was not too thick, and searched for keywords at a glance. After a few breaths, I closed the book. In this Buddhist scripture...... There is no mention of "information", "data", etc. Not once.

In some places, this makes sense - Buddhism, there are two systems.

I quickly figured it out. That route mage is a natural life born in the wasteland, and there is no doubt that it is an intelligent machine. So what made it a monk and a Buddha? It should be a coincidence that I got this Buddhist scripture, and I yearned for Buddhism, so I began to practice Buddhism. In the process, he met other fellow practitioners, other Buddhists, had a small exchange, and learned more about Buddhism. But this information belongs to "another Buddhism......

In "Another Buddhism", there is a description of a high degree of integration of information, data, etc. with intelligent machines. The Routing Mage gets a canon that doesn't. So Venerable Lu learned that all he knew was a few words of Buddhism, so he embarked on a journey to seek the guidance of a senior monk - to the holy place of Buddhism temple. When passing by the Xiaodianyin Temple on the way, I still remember Venerable Lu's speech - "There is no virtual reality Buddha in the south. The little monk has never been fortunate enough to get the Buddha's fate, and he is willing to ask the Bodhisattva for guidance. ”

There is no virtual reality Buddha in the south, this should be a greeting. I must have learned it from my guess of "meeting peers on the road". I have never been lucky enough to have a Buddha's relationship - why does Venerable Lu say that he has never had a Buddha's fate? Because he discovered that the original scripture "is not considered Buddhahood" - and the electronic Buddha Lord Yu said that the Bodhisattva's data transmission to Master Lu "has a number of Dharma experiences", so that Master Lu "has a heart".

And the sheep master - obviously will never belong to "another Buddhism". It says that since the appearance of Him in the Holy City faith, "everything has become chaotic...... The relationship between the two types of Buddhism is relatively clear—Master Yang belongs to the "traditional" Buddhism, while the intelligent machines support the "new" Buddhism—the two probably belong to an evolutionary relationship. And the reason for the change was the emergence of the One who believed in the Holy City.

I nodded wisely, satisfied with my wit. While I still don't know the relationship between the dream world, the wasteland world, Him, and so on, I've at least clarified a few things, and it's a good start.

Although it's mostly based on my conjectures about the experience of the routing mage...... But it makes perfect sense, it should be eight or nine and ten.

The sun was setting in the west, and the shadows were falling from the city, cooling the lively crowd for a while, and it was already afternoon.

There was still a long stretch of the line ahead, and it was estimated that they might not all pass before the night came, and they might have to camp outside.

In the crowd, mechanical monks dressed in golden and red robes circulated among the teams, saying things like "good fortune, Hanyi", as if to spread Buddhist teachings.

However, humans are largely uninterested, and a few of the robots waiting in line to enter are a little moved.

"Huh?" The preacher noticed the book in my hand and approached me. "Where did the donor get it?"

"Uh......" I muttered for a moment and replied, "A Buddhist friend said that I was related to Buddhism and gave it to me. ”

"So." The face of its display screen is indiscernible: "Can you give this classic to the Great Electric Music Temple?" This is a lost Buddhist text, and it is very important to us – we are willing to exchange it with you for what you need. ”

"That's fine." Anyway, I've seen it, and I'm going to use it as a backup firewood, so I don't think it's a pity. "That's it...... Can you change some dream cicadas? ”

Ahem, I asked this because I saw the black cat's flickering eyes - I knew what she meant.

Black cats seem to like to prey on cicadas? Or maybe you just like to play. Either way, it's worth it for me to change some dream cicadas to please her—the black cat is a great help for me to survive in the wasteland.

The preacher didn't seem to expect me to ask, and he was stunned for a moment, then readily agreed. And said that you can follow it to the special entrance to the city, and you can avoid the queue -

And this kind of good thing?!

If I didn't say it earlier, I said earlier that I promised to be more diligent.

So I said goodbye to the leader and the team, and the preachers went to a small gate next to it, and entered the core area through the Buddha gate.

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