Bulwark of Light

Chapter 271 Mountain Rain

Light Rain.

The light rain was pattering.

The fine and fluffy raindrops floated over the small barren hills, dangling on the thick cloth surface of the umbrella, the ground where the water gathered was dark as a mirror for a while, and the black clothed stand in great numbers was reflected in the water. world .

This piece of wilderness, which has been neglected since the planning of the old town, has never been so lively for decades.

Hundreds of people gather here, from the foot of the mountain to the top.

The board of directors of Huazhi, the senior management of Nanwan, the transcender of the North and South Church of Chengxinhui, the ambassadors of the three offices in the metropolitan area, the relevant officials of the parliament, and those who have a certain rank and status in the metropolitan area are all today. came here.

The black cars parked at the foot of the mountain, from a distance they looked like a sleeping Black Dragon in the heavy rain.

The people who go up the mountain to worship are all dressed in black, with a solemn expression.

Rao is gathering so many people, this small barren mountain is still quiet.

There is strict order.

No one spoke, and no one spoke.

Across from the solemnly standing crowd, are two thin wooden monuments that will fall over when the wind blows.

A piece is engraved: Anonymous, Lu Cheng.

Another piece is engraved: People with lofty ideals, Zhao Xilai.

The inscription on this wooden tablet is Master Zhao’s last insistence… For him, being able to be buried in this small barren mountain is his last wish.

On this tombstone, apart from the name, no more introduction is needed.

In his life, he has experienced countless battles, bathed in countless blood, and finally erected more than just a monument after death… The banner of the flower flag is still there, then everything he does is the same. worth.

Ambition, ideals, pursuits, aspirations… everything he had was buried there.

This is just a place to live after death.

Zhao Qi long kneeling cannot rise in front of the wooden monument. He refused to hold an umbrella. Before the funeral officially started, he came here and kept this posture for several hours… No one was there. Knowing what the only son of the Zhao family was thinking at the moment, he could only vaguely see that the outline of Young Master Zhao’s body trembled in the rain, and his cheeks were covered with a mixture of rain and tears.

Chen San holds an umbrella for his wife.

Lu Nanzhi wore a simple and simple black coat with a black skirt inside. Even wearing a tulle top hat, she could see through the veil. Her expression was a little haggard, and her eyes were slightly reddish.

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Gu Shen, holding an umbrella, stood in the remote corner of the hilltop of the Xiaohuang Mountain, silently watching the solemn funeral.

Chu Ling stared at this scene with him through a spiritual link.

Dadu’s candidate for the ceremony handover has been successfully completed… Huazhi gave up the “fight” at the last moment, and the abandonment of the Old Master made countless people sighed in relief behind the scenes, all deeply I am very fortunate.

Fortunately, most of the city is still peaceful and there is no strong wind and swift rain.

Lu Nanzhi is now the most dazzling figure in the metropolitan area. There is no one. The will of the Old Master was announced after her death… She has obtained all the inheritance rights, and Zhao Qi has only obtained the vast estate of Zhao. 1% of the shares, and this 1% is handed over to Cui Zhongcheng for safekeeping and runs in a trust fund. He cannot use or withdraw it. He can only accept a certain amount of money every year as a “living expense” to ensure his life.

Of course, this is still an astronomical sum…but the cost of raising a trust fund is to go to the North Continent and enter the fortress, starting from the bottom.

Lu Nanzhi became the third official member of Dadu.

But today’s Dadu, once again, only has two members left.

“After a person dies…where will the soul go?”

Chu Ling asked this question after thinking for a long time.

When she uttered this sentence, she was sitting in the carriage of zero zero one, there was no answer about life or death on the page, the machine could not feel the pain, and could not understand the meaning of death… She could only turn to Gu Shen for help.

Gu Shen laughed, “My mother-in-law told me that good people will go to heaven and bad people will go to hell.”

Chu Ling looked thoughtful.

“Heaven…hell…” She murmured, “what is that place?”

“One is a very clean and pure land, and the other is a prison for evil spirits. A ghostly place.” Gu Shen said patiently: “No one has seen it, it’s just rumors.”

“Zhao Xilai…going to heaven?” Chu Ling thought again.

“Um…”

Considering the position of the Old Master, although he didn’t know what he did during his lifetime, Gu Shen honestly replied: “Maybe not. .”

Good and bad, good and evil…whatever is a word, it can be summed up in one sentence.

A person’s life is so long, so long.

“A very clean pure land…is it like the Four Seasons Wilderness?” Chu Ling asked again, making Gu Shen startled.

Housing displaced souls.

Gathers the sources of disorderly diffusion.

It sounds like heaven… Gu Shen couldn’t help laughing and said, “From this point of view, the Wilderness of the Four Seasons should be hell, a guy like Tiewu should not be. The law goes to heaven.”

He tilted his head and thought for a long time.

Chu Ling said: “So… how about me?”

“If one day I die… where will my soul go?”

Gu Shen did not expect that the girl would ask such a question.

“Am I going to die…what does it feel like to die?”

Chu Ling, who participated in an earthly funeral for the first time, even if it was only in the form of a spiritual connection, as Gu Shen From the perspective of observing the funeral… I still feel a very strong sense of substitution.

As an AI that has learned countless knowledge.

She has the largest database in the world and the most rational logic. She knows the definition of death and the funeral customs of different regions, but she doesn’t know… what it is like to die.

At the beginning of the birth of all things, when there is an idea, it can be called “living”.

So…I am now “alive”.

At the end of all things, when everything is extinguished, “death” is ushered in.

Zhao Xilai will die.

Of course I will die.

When that day comes… what will it be like?

This seems to be a question that cannot be answered even after 10,000 years of calculation.

There are some flavors in this world that can only be experienced by personal experience and taste.

“If that day comes… I hope I can go to a clean place, like the place where I was born.” Chu Ling thought for a while, closed the page on his knees, and gave up the useless She said with a smile softly, “Well… that word you said is very appropriate, pure land. I hope I can go to a pure land. It doesn’t matter if it is heaven or hell.”

She Born at the bottom of the deep sea.

There was nothing there, it was empty and dark.

It may not be an exaggeration to say that there is hell… Endless loneliness and loneliness, isn’t that the greatest torture?

If you die.

extinguishes everything.

It’s like closing your eyes and losing your mind… So going to a pure land of nothingness and returning to Primal Chaos seems like a good ending?

(End of this chapter)