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I lay on the big soft bed, looking at the yellow ceiling, but I couldn't sleep.

In the past, when I was still at home, I sometimes couldn't sleep. Sometimes I forgot to close the windows and the cold people came into the house, and sometimes I couldn't sleep because the furniture or even the house was talking so loudly. But there was no cold, and the house and furniture were quiet, as if they were dead.

So I lay down in bed and counted the sheep — quickly gave up and began to comb through the current information.

There is a very important "concept" in that video - "Moro".

According to my understanding of Buddhism, mala should be translated as a person who can take life, hinder, disturb, destroy, harm people's lives, and hinder people's good deeds, and is synonymous with temptation, desire, and evil. However, it can also refer to an individual with these characteristics, such as a robot made of black and purple metal in the video.

Now it seems that the intelligent machine consists of at least three factions, Moluo, Buddhism, and Yanshi.

Because the video image says that Moro is disguised as a Buddha and walks in the world, Yanshi and Mora are not the same group.

Combined with the information given to me by Master Yang, I can basically determine that the Mora mentioned here should refer to the Buddhism in the dream world, that is, those Buddhism that fight with plants in the dark.

The subtitles in the video say that the Buddhist gate in the wasteland was "migrated from the original world......

This is very interesting, which most likely shows that the Wasteland World was born later than the Dream World - that is, there was the Dream World first, and then the Wasteland World. And the wasteland world was opened up by Buddhism—at least that's what Buddhism says.

First there was the dream world, and then there was the wasteland world...... With this figured out, a lot of things will become clear. For example, why is there a word "source" in the "source realm" mentioned by Buddhism and the "source hell" in the mouth of the Yanshi......

Master Sheep has said that the source hell is the real past. It's not hard to see why. But why would dreaming in the wasteland world lead to the Source Realm? I couldn't figure it out, so I tried to reason from a different angle.

What else did Master Sheep say......

"He is a God beyond the source of hell. When there was no wasteland, He entered the Source Hell. He didn't do anything, and He made Source Hell become Source Hell - it wasn't called that at the time. The world of Source Hell has become a purgatory, and everything is in chaos. Later there was the wasteland. He still didn't do anything, and the wasteland began to become like the Hell. Alas......"

That's what it says.

Looking at this sentence in combination with the existing information, it seems that something is wrong.

Master Yang called the god of the Holy City's faith, "Holy Spirit", from "outside the world", and "turned the Source Hell into the Source Hell" - this can explain the origin of the two names of the dream world, the Source World has become a mess due to some factors, such as the "cataclysm", so it is naturally called "Source Hell" - so according to this, Moro and the Holy Spirit of the Holy City belief are in the same group?

So why can Buddhism and the Holy City still live in harmony? Shouldn't we just start a fight when we meet?

It seems that I have to take the time to make a relationship chart and take a closer look.

Even though I was dizzy with my thoughts, I still couldn't sleep. There seemed to be a strange noise outside the room. At first it was a slight buzzing sound, but later I could feel a noticeable tremor even when I was lying in bed.

What happened?

With a sleepy face, I opened the door a crack.

It was pitch black outside the door, and I couldn't really see it. But apparently there was still not a single monk, and the huge courtyard was empty. I walked out of the house and into the court. The courtyard landscape design is still very good, a small artificial pool, and several huge batteries are grown on the electric apron. The batteries here are very similar to those strange batteries in the source world, and they are very strange in shape. I thought it was a mutant species that grew wildly, but now it seems that it should be an ornamental battery cluster.

The tremor was getting stronger.

The black cat also woke up and sprang out of the room. As soon as I went out, she saw me and jumped on top of me. Thankfully, she was lying on top of me this time so that at least my shoulders didn't hurt.

I want to get out of the hospital and ask the monk about the situation. After all, it's not quite like an earthquake anymore - natural disasters like earthquakes rarely happen in the wasteland.

But then, the black cat barked lowly.

I noticed this, and the black cat apparently found something.

There was nothing unusual around, and the anomaly that the black cat had noticed should have come from the direction overhead.

I raised my head slightly without affecting the black cat above my head, and saw an amazing scene-

The Buddha Gate Dadianyin Temple is surrounded by high-rise buildings, but the Dadianyin Temple itself is full of low-rise buildings, so the view from above is very open, and you can see a very open canopy. I've talked about this before. At this time, the sky is a dark red patch—

No, to be precise, it wasn't the sky that turned red, but - above the Holy City, it was completely covered by a dense mass of butterflies!

The density of the originally dark and deep sky was dyed dark red.

When I saw this spectacle, I couldn't help but swallow my spit. Butterflies, don't look closely. Once you look at butterflies up close, you'll be amazed by their sheer beauty, whether they're humans, sapient machines, or other creatures of the wilderness with visual perceptions.

Looking at it from a distance like the present, there is no problem for the time being. It's just that, under normal circumstances, butterflies can sense their gaze and move towards the observer, so that it becomes a close-up view - but it does not seem to be the case now, and the behavior pattern of butterflies of this scale can be said to have inevitably changed.

But, what really happened?

The tremors were getting louder and louder, and I couldn't even stand on my feet. But I know it might be dangerous for me to stay here any longer. The height of those butterflies in the sky seemed to be gradually decreasing.

I went back to my room, put on my backpack, and rushed out of the temple and into the street.

There were also many people and sheep on the street, looking around in confusion and panic, or looking up at the sky blankly.

They didn't seem to know what was going on.

I made my way through the crowd and ran quickly down the street. I knew the fortune teller must know something—though I might not find him.

Sure enough, the small kiosk of the fortune-telling shop that disappeared still hasn't come back, and naturally there are no fortune tellers. But there I did see the customer I had met in the morning, the boy who the fortune teller said wanted to be a lighthouse.

He saw me and walked towards me.

- Hey, is he waiting for me here?

He walked over, handed over a small object in his hand, and said, "He said that you would come here, and he was right." He asked me to give you this thing called an orange. ”

"He" is supposed to refer to the fortune teller.

I took it, and it was an unknown golden oblate object - the strange drink of the fortune teller during the day? Called oranges? I pinched it, and it felt a little hard, different from what I saw during the day. It seems to be some kind of delicate instrument that looks like that drink.

"He gave me this...... Tangerine, what is it to do? I asked.

The lighthouse boy shook his head, "I don't know. It's just that he did me a favor, and I did him a favor. So he asked us to wait for you here and bring this to you. ”

With that, he walked away on his own. There were still words in my mouth, but the voice was too low for me to make out what was being said.

What a strange person.

The fortune teller seems to have foreseen all this in advance? Then lay out in advance and arrange for the lighthouse boy to bring me this little golden thing.

I don't have time to study what this is, and the shaking of the house on the ground is already a bit exaggerated-

Just as I was trying to find a safe corner to take refuge, the solid ground suddenly cracked and scattered, as if something huge underground had broken through the ground of the holy city—and for a moment the tall buildings collapsed one after another, and countless pieces fell down. I also went dark and fell into a coma.

In the dark and void consciousness, there was a little crystalline, orange light.

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