When a world reaches a certain stage of development, is it inevitable that it will end?

It seems that those mortals who can't cultivate special abilities can only grow old step by step in the ruthless passage of time under the effect of rules, and then face the final death.

Mortal?

No, perhaps, there is another option.

Human beings have chosen to cultivate, whether it is magic or immortal cultivation, fighting spirit or psionic energy, when this path is cleared, how will the world change?

Oh, by the way, the premise of the above question is that humans are the main intelligent beings of this world.

Chen Yihang does not know the answer to this question, but this does not prevent him from exploring some of the answers in history, tracing the legends, and doing a massive experiment at this moment.

There is a huge gap between the rich and the poor in this world, and there is always a difference between rich and poor in a country, and even within a city.

In a foreign country, in a dirty place, mortals with different skin tones are like colors on the background board, and only when many of them are connected together can a certain color be rendered.

They kneel on the ground, leaning over in a five-body posture, their foreheads against the ground, very much like some kind of irregular stretching movement, palms up on the side of their heads, no matter their age, tall, short, fat or thin, they are using all their strength to keep their heads as close to the ground as possible, serious and reverent.

Behind them, low houses, with their wires haphazardly pulled out on telephone poles, looked like needles tangled in the mess, some of them crooked, as if they were about to tip at any moment.

The cement pavement is quite smooth, but it is just this road, behind the kneeling people on both sides of the road, the floor tiles are piled up randomly, the dirt road is smoothed at will, and the houses that look like cement boards, and some of the clothes are hung on the poles outside the houses as much as possible to dry, and some even get to the wires, which is a mess.

It only rained the day before yesterday, and the cement pavement was fine, it had long been dry, but the roads behind were too uneven, and there were always some potholes that accumulated some water.

No one spoke, but the breathing could not be heard, a kind of religious music, deep and full of exotic colors, echoed throughout the street, and the feeling of surround sound inexplicably added some mysterious atmosphere.

"It's worthy of being a 'religious country', but what kind of religion is this?"

The guests who came from other places were attracted by the sound of music, and when they got closer, they found that this long street was so exaggerated, and those of them who were standing did not dare to approach, but they were afraid that they would have to bow down to avoid offending this unknown sect ritual (?).

"What is this doing?" asked the tour guide as the guest next to him asked the guide.

The characteristic of religious countries is that all the sects in the world originated from here, and all the people in this country, no matter what religion they believe, are religious, and their freedom of belief is that believers of different sects will not attack each other, but maintain a certain degree of respect, as if many people who do not believe in Buddhism will also worship when they pass by Buddhist temples, or stay away from them and do not deliberately depreciate them.

Strangely outside, if there is a great enmity between certain sects, fighting to the death, they want to burn all the infidels to death, but in this country, knowing that the friends around you are infidels, they will respect each other's beliefs and will not be hostile to each other because of this.

Between sects and sects, here the fire seems to have disappeared, reaching an eerie balance.

They pride themselves on the unity of heaven and man, and they have been inspired by Heaven to be so peaceful.

Whatever the reason, there are hundreds of sects, and I am afraid that the natives who grew up in this country may not be fully aware of the customs and taboos of all sects.

"Shhhh ”

The tour guide is different, this local tour guide, eating is to introduce the country's customs of this bowl of rice, as a world-famous "religious country", the country's religion is naturally not to mention.

"Unification religion?" a guest approached with curiosity and asked, "Is it a branch of Buddhism?"

"Not the conversion. The tour guide shook his head, as if he was afraid that those kneeling would hear it, and explained in a low voice, "The 'return' of return, the 'one' of one, two, three, and the Guiyi religion believes in the great black god." ”

"Isn't the Great Black God the Great Sunrise?"

A traveler with a Buddhist card said this, and his hand subconsciously touched the golden Buddhist card on his neck, and he already had some generalized respect for the protagonist who had not yet arrived.

"No, it's the big black god, it's different. The tour guide was afraid that everyone would misunderstand, and his voice was slightly higher, and he felt that it was inappropriate, so he lowered his voice behind him, and his hand was still in front of his mouth, as if he was afraid that people would see that he was whispering, "It's Mohele." ”

Strange words are naturally full of a certain unspeakable mystery, and the mysterious appearance of the tour guide has aroused the curiosity of several tourists, before they come here, they know what kind of country this is, and naturally they also know that some religious taboos are best not to offend, and follow the customs, even if they can't follow the customs, do not openly refute them, or do some blasphemous things, so as not to end badly.

When people leave their homeland, even if they sign a formal travel contract, if they are guilty of their own reasons, you must know that this country has corporal punishment.

"Mohal is......"Before the word "what" was finished, the music on the long street in front of it seemed to fade away, and it was like I didn't hear the sound of breathing, and suddenly even the music was gone, and the passenger's "yes" sound stopped halfway, it was really... It's a little scary.

"Kneel, kneel!"

The tour guide was a little panicked, unconsciously, they stood too close, as he stretched out his hand to pull, someone knelt down, and then, like the herd mentality, even those who did not believe, also knelt, kneeled on the ground before feeling regret, there was the misfortune that happened to kneel in the puddle, quickly moved a place, watched everyone kneel down, it was not good to stand up again, just kneel.

"Bow your head, bow your head!"

The tour guide reminded in a whisper again.

I'm afraid there is some terrible taboo in this, knowing that believers are completely unreasonable at some times, and since they have already knelt, there is nothing to bow their heads.

There are still two people who are not so honest, quietly raised their eyes to look, and saw a golden car from one end of the long street, the people on the car could not see clearly, it was too flashing, the sun shone on the golden car, and the car pulled by the white sheep (?) seemed to come from a foreign land, whether it was the shape of the car or the long-horned creature of the leader suspected of being a sheep, how could there be such a big sheep, it was like a yak.

Travelers who love tourism are so shocked that their jaws drop, is this creature really a sheep?

The two horns of the sheep, let's call it the sheep, have a curl, and the end of the arc hangs two strings of golden bells, along the way, the bells jingle and jingle, and with the steady pace of the sheep, the rhythm also has a sense of tranquility that is difficult for the world to understand.

It seems to have returned to the snowy plateau, in the chanting of Sanskrit music, the passenger subconsciously pinched his Buddha card, as if he felt that some of the underworld was blessing him, his mind was stable, and then bowed, this time, without the tour guide reminding, he was like those who had knelt down to the forehead and touched the ground in front of him, regardless of the dirt and dust on the ground, deeply, Bow deeply, no longer have the curiosity before, and no longer think about who the person on the golden chariot is, just bow down like that, with his forehead close to the ground, his palms naturally upward, and the back of his hand against the ground, as if he is worshipping some invisible god.

The great black god is black, is one, is the source, and is the return.

On the bus, those blank eyes "looked" around, and as far as the eye could see, everyone was kneeling, even the passengers, including the tour guide.

At the beginning, it was not a standard action, but in the bell did not feel standard, thousands of people are the same, ten thousand people are the same, not at the same time, but also insisted on different times, but, everyone's posture is the same, regardless of men and women, old and young, and no distinction between tall and short, fat and thin, this is very similar to the yoga posture is difficult for some big bellies, but they have done it.

At that moment, the body is like a dough that can be kneaded at will, and it doesn't need much force to make it look the way you want.

"Mohal—"

The sound transmitted in the heart sounds, if the frequency of resonance continues to emit a consistent wavelength, so that all those who come into contact with it resonate, one and two, two and three, three and ten thousand... All those who are here, all those who hear the bell and know the Great Black God, even if it is just the name, will feel the "wave" and then plunge into the ocean of the world of collective consciousness.

At that moment, he can not be him, he can be her, he can feel the toil and happiness of getting up early in the morning to cook, he can be him, he can feel the hardships and pleasures of shuttling back and forth between the streets and alleys to survive, he can also be him, he can feel the peace and joy of the ruthless years gradually depriving his vitality... Happy, pleasant, delighted... All the things in the world can be gathered into this only joy, because of the great black god, because - Mohal.

"Let me rejoice in this world, I shall rejoice in this world... All the changes in the world begin with one and end with one, and all the joys in the world begin with black and end with black... We will end up in one place, we will end up in darkness..."

It was as if something was singing, one voice was ten thousand sounds, ten thousand voices were like one voice, and all of them at this moment, as if a resonator had been applied, broke away from their own inherent frequencies, and into a mysterious and incredible "many frequencies", emitting a heart sound that they couldn't even believe.

That joy—

When the golden car crossed the long street, the back gradually faded away, all the people who raised their heads in the exotic religious music that sounded again, with a natural smile on the corners of their lips, and then looked at the people around them, they seemed to be more inexplicably familiar, not brothers and sisters, but also like relatives, as if they had soared and dive in each other's sea of consciousness, and had more indescribable familiarity. 166 Reading Network