Bulwark of Light

Chapter 271 Mountain Rain
Light rain.

Pattering light rain.

Over the small barren mountain, fine and fluffy raindrops floated down on the thick cloth of the umbrella, and the ground where the accumulated water was gathered was dim like a mirror for a while, and the black-clothed world on the ground was reflected in the water.

Since the planning of the old city, this wilderness has never been so lively for decades.

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

The board of directors of Huaqi, the senior management of Nanwan, the supernatural beings of the Nanbei Hall of Sincerity, the envoys of the three offices in the metropolitan area, the relevant officials of the council, and people with certain identities and status in the metropolitan area, all came here today.

A black car stopped at the foot of the mountain, looking from a distance like a crouching black dragon in the heavy rain.

Those who went up the mountain to worship were dressed in uniform, all in black formal attire, with solemn expressions.

Even with so many people gathered, this small barren mountain is still quiet.

Orderly.

No one made a sound, and no one spoke.

Opposite the solemn crowd, there are two thin wooden monuments that will fall if the wind blows.

One piece is engraved: The Unknown, Lu Cheng.

Another engraved: a man of lofty ideals, Zhao Xilai.

The inscription on this wooden tablet is Mr. Zhao's last insistence... For him, being able to be buried in this small barren mountain is considered to have fulfilled his last wish.

On this tombstone, apart from the name, there is no need for more introduction.

In his life, he has gone through countless battles, bathed in countless blood, and finally erected more than just a monument after death... The banner of Huaqi is still there, so everything he has done is worth it.

Aspirations, ideals, pursuits, aspirations... everything about him was buried there.

Here, it is just a habitat after death.

Zhao Qi couldn't kneel in front of the wooden monument, and he refused to hold an umbrella. He came here before the funeral officially started, and has maintained this posture for several hours... No one knows that the only son of the Zhao family is at this moment Thinking about something, I can only vaguely see Mr. Zhao's body outline trembling in the rain, and his cheeks are covered with a mixture of rain or tears.

Chen San held an umbrella for his wife.

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

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Holding an umbrella, Gu Shen stood in a remote corner on the top of Xiaohuang Mountain, silently watching this grand and solemn funeral.

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

The handover ceremony of candidate councilors in Dadu has been successfully completed... Huazhi gave up the "struggle" at the last moment. The old man's abandonment made countless people secretly heave a sigh of relief, and they were all deeply grateful.

Fortunately, Dadu is still peaceful and there are no violent storms.

Lu Nanzhi is now the most dazzling figure in the metropolitan area, not one of them, the old man's will was announced after his death... She obtained all the inheritance rights, Zhao Qi only obtained 1% of the shares in the huge Zhao family property, and this 1% % was handed over to Cui Zhongcheng for safekeeping and operated in a trust fund. He could not use it or take it out. He could only accept a certain amount of money every year as the "living expenses" to guarantee his life.

Of course, this is still an astronomical sum... But if you want to propose a trust fund, the price is to go to Beizhou and enter the fortress, starting from the bottom.

Lu Nanzhi became the third official member of the Metropolitan Council.

But in today's Dadu, there are only two MPs left again.

"After death... where does the soul go?"

Chu Ling thought for a long time before asking this question.

When she uttered these words, she was sitting in Lingyao's carriage, there was no answer about life or death on the pages of the book, the machine could not feel pain, and could not understand the meaning of death... She could only ask Gu Shen for help.

Gu Shen smiled, "Grandma told me that good people will go to heaven and bad people will go to hell."

Chu Ling was thoughtful.

"Heaven...hell..." she murmured, "What kind of place is that?"

"One is a very clean pure land, and the other is a place where evil spirits are imprisoned." Gu Shen said patiently: "No one has seen it, it's all just rumors."

"Zhao Xilai... will go to heaven?" Chu Ling thought again.

"Well……"

Considering the position of the old man, although he didn't know what he did before his death, Gu Shen replied honestly: "Maybe not."

Good and bad, good and evil... It can be summed up in one word.

A person's life is so long, so long.

"A very clean pure land...is it like the wilderness of the four seasons?" Chu Ling asked again, which made Gu Shen startled.

Accommodate displaced souls.

Gather the source quality that spreads disorderly.

It sounds quite like heaven... Gu Shen couldn't help but smiled, and said: "From this point of view, Four Seasons Wilderness should be hell, and a guy like Tie Wu should not be able to go to heaven. "

I tilted my head and thought for a long time.

Chu Ling said: "So... what 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... and what does it feel like to die?"

Chu Ling, who participated in the funeral in the world for the first time, even if she only observed the funeral from the perspective of Gu Shen through spiritual connection... still felt a very strong sense of substitution.

As an AI that has absorbed countless knowledge.

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

At the beginning of the birth of all things, if there is an idea, it can be called "alive".

So... now, I can be regarded as "alive".

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

Zhao Xilai will die.

Of course he will die too.

When that day comes... what will it be like?
This seems to be a question that cannot be answered even after 1 years of calculation.

There are certain flavors in this world that can only be experienced and tasted in person.

"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 pages in front of her knees, gave up useless calculations and thinking, and laughed softly Said: "Well... the word you said is very appropriate, pure land. I hope I can go to a piece of pure land, it doesn't matter whether it is heaven or hell."

She was born at the bottom of the deep sea.

There was nothing there, empty and dark.

It might not be an exaggeration to say that there is hell... Isn't that the greatest torture? Endless loneliness and loneliness?
If die.

extinguished everything.

It's like closing your eyes and losing your mind... Then going to a pure land of nothingness and returning to chaos seems to be a good ending?

(End of this chapter)