I am a fairy

Chapter 108 Ghosts and Artificial Intelligence
Red spider lily planting base.

The sea of ​​flowers was as red as fire, but beneath that extreme beauty, individual lives were frozen. The ghost disciple who was nearly dying of illness just now actually survived at this moment, continuing to exist.

Jiang Chao looked at the glass jar, which was made by Wangshu and was said to be something called sub-artificial intelligence.

Jiang Chao: "Is this also called artificial intelligence?"

Wangshu: "According to the evaluation criteria, students should possess learning ability, comprehension ability, independent decision-making ability, logical reasoning ability, perception ability, adaptability, interaction ability, innovation ability, and self-awareness."

"Look, all the standards required for artificial intelligence have been met."

“So, this is a qualified artificial intelligence.”

Jiang Chao: "What kind of standard is this? Isn't this just a human being?"

Wangshu: "So humans are artificial intelligence, and compared to artificial intelligence like me, sub-artificial intelligence is low-cost and cheap. How much does it cost to make an artificial intelligence? How much does a human brain cost? Well, does this cost money?"

Jiang Chao: "So, according to this statement, you are the human being, and we are actually artificial intelligence?"

In Jiang Chao's eyes, Wangshu is artificial intelligence.

Perhaps in Wangshu's eyes, human existence is actually a kind of artificial intelligence composed of flesh.

Or.

Is this true artificial intelligence?

“This is what artificial intelligence looks like in the eyes of artificial intelligence.”

Wangshu: "According to genetic sequencing, only those who pass the certification can be called real people."

Next.

Jiang Chao went to take another look at the so-called sub-artificial intelligence mechanized device.

After seeing this, I still couldn’t hold it anymore.

Jiang Chao felt that if it weren't for the rows of buttons on it, he would have thought it was some outdated antique tractor from centuries ago.

Especially the button, which is made of wood.

When Wangshu wastes, he is really wasteful, and when he saves, he is really thrifty.

"That's it?"

In Jiang Chao's eyes, this is just an old coal mining machine.

That’s it, an artificial intelligence mechanized device?
Even if it's added a time.

This is too bad.

The "ghost" that does the work is the so-called sub-artificial intelligence, which is artificial intelligence that only has artificiality but no intelligence.

After being taught by the gods and ghosts, under the guidance of the evil ghost face.

The "ghost" will remotely simulate itself riding and controlling this magical tool (mining vehicle), pressing buttons on the vehicle, turning the turntable on the vehicle, and so on.

They lie underground and only need to connect to an Internet cable, with the help of masks and helmets.

You will be able to identify and judge various complex situations and handle various problems skillfully.

To reach a kind.

The so-called sub-"artificial intelligence" level.

When one becomes proficient in the future, one "ghost" can control multiple "magic weapons".

In this way, only a few "ghosts" are needed to run a small hell, and the efficiency is many times higher.

Since then.

The "evil ghosts" have also become real "ghosts". They are invisible and intangible, but they can go anywhere and walk in dark places that do not belong to the human world.

I have to say that Wangshu is a genius, a real genius.

On the other hand, Wangshu felt very satisfied.

"The Black Lithium Hell can now mobilize resources to start operating. The lime factory, brick factory and other factory facilities, as well as the Iron Sand Hell are all waiting!"

"Also, the dike by the river, the reservoir at Mudanchi..."

Wangshu's mumbling was like a mantra, telling Jiang Chao how heavy the burden was on her shoulders and how short the time was.

Jiang Chao: "Will there be any problems?"

Jiang Chao was worried about the so-called sub-artificial intelligence and whether they would cause any trouble in the factory.

However, Wangshu was not worried at all.

She said: "It doesn't matter, they have a fatal weakness, so they are called sub-artificial intelligence?"

Jiang Chao: "Didn't you just say that this is true artificial intelligence?"

Wangshu: “It’s somewhat similar in use, but the intensity is different.”

"Their bodies are all in Huangquan Base. They are just connected to the Internet to work in Little Hell. If there are any abnormalities, they can just disconnect the Internet. What can go wrong?"

"No matter what, they can't get away from their bodies. Once the power goes out and the internet is turned off, everything is useless."

"You can actually leave your body and travel around the world!"

"And each small hell has its own work regulations, which strictly limit their scope of work and control."

Jiang Chao thought about it and said, "That's right."

original.

The most terrifying thing for "gods and ghosts" is no internet or electricity.

Without the internet and electricity, there would be no magical powers.

Jiang Chao looked towards the river: "Is the boat coming?"

Wangshu: "It's not dark yet!"

After a while, the Ba Xia-type transport ship will come over and transport the machine to the other side of the river, and the intelligent engineering vehicle will follow.

At the same time, a large amount of materials were loaded onto ships to assist in the development of a coal base named Black Asphalt Hell.

And at this moment.

On the other side of the river, there is a ghost to help.

Wangshu: "By the way, those monks are going to look for dragons this time!"

Jiang Chao: "They haven't given up yet?"
-
A few days ago.

The monk and his disciples crossed the river to look for the legendary divine being who came to the world and to find the great secret of life, death and reincarnation.

"This time, I must find the great secret."

"Otherwise I swear I won't return it."

When crossing the river, the monk picking flowers said this to his disciples with the determination that if he didn't go to hell, no one would.

The river is surging and the wind is blowing.

A small boat rose and fell with the waves, and no one on board gave people a sense of security. From a distance, the river waves, slanting rain and black-sailed boats turned into a beautiful picture scroll, but it was not a good experience for the passengers on the boat.

Several monks huddled in the cabin of the black-sailed boat, some silently chanting scriptures, while others calling out the names of gods and Buddhas.

"If I hear..."

"Namo Amitabha, Namo Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, Namo Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva..."

The monks were either calm, or pale, or had their eyes closed and heads bowed.

At this moment.

All it takes is one bigger wave to capsize the boat.

Although humans can build boats to cross rivers, and can go against the will of heaven with their mortal strength, they still seem pale and powerless in the face of the power of heaven and earth.

Most of the monk's disciples came from the north and were not familiar with water and had not ridden on many boats.

As a wave hit.

Immediately, someone on the boat became dizzy and swayed from side to side, then he grabbed the side of the boat and stuck his head out to vomit.

They had just started out with their lofty words, and in the blink of an eye, they all started to act like this.

Looking at the expressions of his disciples, Monk Konghui, the Flower-picking Monk, spoke.

"You have accompanied me through many dangers and have not changed your expression even when you were hit by swords and axes. Now, we are just riding on a boat, why are you acting like this?"

The disciple showed a look of shame on his face: "There is a great fear between life and death. Even if you say you are fearless, you can't help but feel panic in your heart!"

Another disciple said, "Master, I am not afraid of death, but even if I were trapped, I could at least hold a stick and fight against the evil spirits. At worst, I still have a pair of legs, so I can hide in danger."

“Even if life and death are not up to us by eight points, at least two points are in our hands.”

"On this vast expanse of water, there is neither heaven nor earth. Our lives and deaths are controlled by the dragon in the water and the wind and rain in the clouds."

"You can't resist, you can't hide, you can't escape."

"How can I not be afraid?"

After listening to this, the monk holding the flower also nodded and said.

"Dragons, clouds, wind, and rain are all things that mortals cannot control."

“I don’t know where it comes from or where it is going, so I am afraid.”

"But the Lord of the Clouds can control this thing that is beyond human control. This is why we are here, to find the divine Lord of the Clouds who has descended to the world. If we can get his guidance and enlightenment, and gain great wisdom, we will not be afraid anymore."

"Since you are so afraid of the power of heaven and earth, you must accompany me on this journey."

After saying this, the disciples bowed one after another.

"I wish to follow the Master."

A disciple who was older than the monk understood what he was thinking and immediately said something else.

"The greatest terror in the world is nothing more than life and death."

“The dragon in the clouds, the wind and rain on the river, are all just external appearances.”

"If you want to understand life and death, you must also understand the netherworld and the cycle of reincarnation."

The monk holding the flower smiled and nodded.

"good!"

At this point, all the disciples were finally convinced.

Although the boat was still shaking violently, the fear in everyone's hearts had already subsided by about 70%.

The boatman wearing a straw raincoat heard what the monks said and interjected at this time.

"It has rained a lot recently, and the weather is drier and hotter than in previous years."

"Not only that, even the river has become unstable. The river has been extremely irritable recently. I wonder if the dragon in the river is causing trouble."

"It's a pity that the witch has not returned yet. If the witch came back and saw that the dragon was so dishonest, he would definitely chant a spell to let the dragon know how powerful it is and it would not dare to act like a demon again."

The monk holding the flower immediately looked at the boatman and said, "Old man, do you also know about the witch chanting a spell to control the dragon?"

The boatman immediately said, "How could I not know? I was right beside him that day and saw it clearly with those eyes."

The monk holding the flower asked hurriedly, "Old man, are you willing to talk about it?"

The boatman looked at the monk and asked, "A monk is also interested in this matter?"

The monk holding the flower said: "I have come from afar to travel around China to broaden my horizons."

After hearing this, the boatman in the straw raincoat nodded and said while rowing the boat.

"Then I'll tell you."

"Monk, you don't know, it rained heavily that day, it was so heavy that it was impossible to sail on the river." "That day, the witch's carriage was going to cross the river to the other side, so our Xihe County Magistrate Jia ordered people to summon all the boatmen at our ferry and asked us to wait here early in the morning."

"But at night, the dragon in the river knew that the witch was going to cross the river, so it came out to stir up trouble..."

The boatman spoke vividly and excitedly.

The dragon was described as extremely ferocious, and even the dragon's thoughts were described clearly, as if he was a worm in the dragon's stomach.

"At that time, the witch burned incense to Yun Zhongjun in front of the Jiangbi Grotto, and then a divine light shone down from the sky."

"..."

"No matter how vicious the dragon is, it will surrender with the spell of the witch in the Cloud Temple."

The monk holding the flower: "The dragon was subdued by the sorcerer's spell?"

The boatman said, "Of course not. I was on the other side of the river that day. I saw that after the witch finished chanting the spell, the dragon that had been causing the storm on the river showed up obediently. Then I had to personally carry the witch across the river to atone for its sins of causing the storm."

"But this dragon is a dragon, and it's hard to change its evil ways. The witch has crossed the river and never returned, so this dragon may start making trouble again."

After hearing this, the monk Nianhua asked, "Where is the cave with the stone statue of Yunzhongjun?"

The straw raincoat boatman pointed to the other side and said, "After reaching the shore, walk a short distance to the left and you will see it."

As the black-sailed boat slowly rocked, the scenery on the other side of the river became clearer and clearer, and the monks could vaguely see the ferry.

The monk picking flowers nodded, that was the first stop of his trip.

He asked casually, "By the way, old man, why do you always say that the river water might be caused by the dragon? Have you seen the dragon again recently?"

At this time, the boatman started talking and couldn't help but talk about something.

“I didn’t see it, but…”

The boatman was halfway through his speech, but immediately stopped himself and shook his head repeatedly.

"No, no, I can't say that. I can't say that."

"This reveals the whereabouts of the dragon. Maybe the dragon under the water will blame me!"

Seeing the boatman's expression, the monks immediately asked.

"What can't be said?"

"Boatman, why do you say keep half and half?"

The boatman quickly shook his head and spoke mysteriously.

"I can't say it, I can't say it."

"You monks, you ordained people, why do you like to hear these things?"

But in the end, the boatman couldn't help but speak it out under the urging of his disciples.

"Recently, at night, people here and in Jingu County often see the shadow of a dragon appearing in the middle of the river."

"Especially late at night, when it's windy and rainy."

"The dragon will appear."

The disciples were talking about it, but the monk who picked up the flower did not say anything at first, but just turned the Buddhist beads in his palm.

At the end, I still asked, "Did the old man see it with his own eyes?"

The boatman shook his head and said, "How dare I go out on the river at night with my small boat? Isn't that courting death?"

The monk holding the flower: "Who saw that?"

The boatman said: "There are often grain ships from the imperial court passing through here. At night, a huge monster suddenly appeared and came upstream. I heard that the soldiers on the ship were scared to death."

"Those foreign ships had never seen a dragon before, and they were all terrified."

When the boatman said this, there was a hint of pride on his face.

He had seen a dragon, and had also seen the dragon being subdued by a wizard, which outsiders had never seen.

After getting off the wupeng boat, we arrived at the ferry.

The Monk Picking the Flower and his disciples were still immersed in the scene described by the Boatman. They were also there at that time, but on the other side of the river, not this side.

So they don't know much about Jiang's affairs.

Now that someone involved had told them the details of the incident, the matter seemed even more real, and it confirmed what they had seen at the beginning.

The monk holding the flower said: "It is indeed a treasure land."

"When we first arrived, we heard so many things we had never seen before and saw things we had never seen before."

"These kinds of things cannot be found in the scriptures."

Disciple: "Master's predestined relationship has arrived."
-
After crossing the river, next to the ferry is the now famous Yunbi Divine Cave.

"This is it."

The monk stood at the foot of the grotto and looked up at the stone statue.

The previously unknown stone statues in the cave now have a well-known owner: the ancient god Yun Zhongjun, who is now worshipped by thousands of people on both sides of the river.

The statue was seen sitting in the cave, watching the wind and clouds rising and the tides falling.

The monk holding the flower stepped forward, bowed and kowtowed, then stood up.

Then, he stared at the statue for a long time.

The other monks also followed the monk who picked up the flower and bowed, and then followed him quietly without saying a word or moving, even their expressions and movements were the same.

But suddenly, the Monk Picking Flowers burst into laughter, as if he had discovered something.

"Hahahahaha!"

The disciples looked at each other curiously, and then asked, "Master, why are you laughing?"

The monk holding the flower put his hands together, holding the Buddhist beads in his palms: "I have realized it."

The disciple said, "Oh, Master, may I ask what you have realized?"

The monk said, "Look at this stone statue!"

The disciple asked, "What about this stone statue?"

The monk raised his head and said with a smile.

"Before I came here, I heard all kinds of legends about Yun Zhongjun, and I had some guesses at that time."

“Now that I’ve come here and taken a look, it’s true.”

The disciples looked at the stone statue carefully again.

The cave was deep and dark, especially at this time when the sun was at the other end, the face of the stone statue was blurred, and it was even difficult to tell whether it was a man or a woman.

Everyone was still confused and waited for the Monk to continue.

The monk holding the flower turned his head to look at his disciples, then bowed to the statue.

"Since ancient times."

"Most of them are clay and stone statues erected by Buddhists, while most of the Taoists who worship immortals and saints erect tablets of the gods."

"But look at this place where we worship and offer sacrifices to Yunzhongjun. It is clear that the method used is that of our Buddhist sect."

The disciple said, "But in recent years, the custom of erecting statues of gods has also become more common in the south, so it's not surprising!"

The monk holding the flower shook his head and said, "But look at this grotto, I don't know how many years it has been here, and the statues in it have been weathered by wind and rain for a long time, how could this only happen in recent years?"

Nowadays, whether it is the Taoists who worship the immortals or the local clans who worship their ancestors, they all set up ancestral tablets.

The idea of ​​erecting the statue only became known in recent years as Buddhism gradually prospered.

However, this cave and the statues inside are quite old, so at first glance what the flower-picking monk said seems to make some sense.

Seeing that all the disciples had expressions of sudden enlightenment after being enlightened by him, he saw that each of them had expressions of sudden enlightenment.

The monk holding the flower finally nodded with satisfaction.

Then, he said with certainty.

"Good, good, good!"

"I guess this Yunzhongjun must be the Buddha from the lower world of our Buddhist sect, who came to the East to save all living beings and save them from disasters."

The older disciple stepped forward and said, "It must be so. Mortals do not know the true Buddha. Over time, the years have passed and mortals have called you the Lord of the Clouds."

The monk holding the flower shook his head: "It's not that ordinary people don't know the true Buddha. The sutras say that the Buddha has a hundred forms, and the name and appearance are just external appearances."

"No matter what your name or appearance, you are all Buddha."

"Let's not be attached to appearances."

The monk did not stop there, he even gave examples.

"Yun Zhongjun has the power to subdue dragons and tigers. Isn't there such a legend in our Buddhist sect?"

"I heard that when the dragon was born, someone saw a divine being on the river shining its divine light on the river, and the divine light behind its head was like a full moon."

"Isn't this the halo behind the head of the Buddhist sect?"

After hearing this, the disciples kept nodding their heads in agreement.

"Yes Yes Yes."

"Master is absolutely right."

Although it seems a bit far-fetched, I don't understand where the monk got this information from, and I don't know whether it is true or false.

But if you say yes at this time, it will definitely not be wrong.

Moreover, I heard that the Taoist priests of Yun Zhen Dao did not worship Yun Zhongjun in the beginning. But not long ago, Yun Zhen Dao deified Yun Zhongjun and claimed that it was Yun Zhongjun that they had been worshipping since ancient times.

The word "Yun" in Yunzhen Dao does not refer to the "Yun" of Yunbi Mountain, but to the "Yun" of Yunzhongjun.

"We, the disciples of Yun Zhen Dao, have been worshipping Yun Zhongjun since ancient times."

Do not ask.

The question is since ancient times.

This Taoist priest can do it, but I, a monk, can’t?
Outrageous.

Monks are very experienced in fighting for the right to speak.

The monk had a compassionate look on his face, but he looked around with a somewhat uneasy expression, then raised his eyelids to the sky.

There was no sudden change of weather, and no thunderbolt suddenly struck from the sky.

Since the lightning did not strike the Taoist priest, it naturally would not strike the monk either.

Subsequently.

He then clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, but couldn't help thinking in his heart.

"Could it be that I was really right?"

Perhaps the gods and Buddhas in heaven are just as described in the scriptures, with hundreds of appearances and thousands of faces, and countless names in the human world.

The disciples did not know what the monk was thinking, so they asked again, "Master, how can we see the gods and Buddhas?"

The monk holding the flower opened his eyes and said: "The spirit of that divine witch can travel between heaven and earth, knowing all the secrets of the world. How could the gods and Buddhas not know about it?"

Disciple: “You mean?”

The monk holding the flower said: "The gods and Buddhas have long known that we are coming. As long as we worship the Buddha sincerely and have a compassionate heart, we will naturally be able to move the gods and Buddhas."

Next, the monks really sat in meditation in front of the rock cave by the river and chanted sutras.

As soon as they crossed the river, they started.

(End of this chapter)