I am the only one who practices magic: I practice magic in the city

Chapter 297 God Model (5371)

Japan, Edo time 09:35
Kanagawa, Kamakura, Shinkoji Temple.

The May sunshine shines through the lush cherry trees and onto the bluestone slabs in the courtyard, creating mottled light and shadows.

Shinkoji Temple is a temple of the Shingon sect with a history of more than 400 years. It is also a temple that has been passed down from generation to generation. The abbots of all generations are named Kuroda.

Kuroda Jin was wearing a simple gray robe with a black rope around his waist. He clasped his hands together and lowered his head slightly as he led a young man in a suit and carrying a handbag, dressed like a corporate slave, to a Buddhist temple at the back.

He was the second son of the Kuroda family, and originally it was not his turn to inherit the temple. However, his eldest brother, Kuroda Hiroki, joined a large company after graduating from university and stayed in Edo, and was determined not to inherit the family temple.

As a last resort, the current abbot of Shinkoji Temple, Kuroda Sogen, called his second son, who had just graduated, back from Edo and forced him to become a monk.

I don’t want to inherit it either!!!
No matter how Kuroda Jin resisted, he was eventually forced to listen to his father and return to his hometown to inherit the temple under the pressure of having his living expenses cut off and not being able to find a good job.

In his opinion, this is really not a good thing.

Now the danke system in Japan is on the verge of collapse. All temples are unable to make ends meet and many have gone bankrupt.

To maintain a temple like Shinkoji Temple, it requires at least 600 million yen a year. The income of many temples is simply not enough, and the abbot may need to work outside to subsidize the temple.

Zhenguang Temple is somewhat better, not to the point where the income is not enough to cover the expenses, and the income is comparable to working outside. But inheriting the temple means being tied here for the rest of your life.

Which young person would be willing to do that?

Besides, the temple can still be maintained now, but what about the future?
There are fewer and fewer young people coming to worship the gods, and fewer and fewer people coming to them for weddings and funerals. What should I do in ten or twenty years, when I am in my forties and the temple can no longer be maintained?
Sell ​​it? How can it be so easy? It needs to be approved by the government and the Shingon sect legal person!

But there is no other way, we can only take it one step at a time.

Kuroda Jin lamented his ill-fated fate and stopped in front of the Buddhist temple.

"Mr. Izumi, are you here specifically to worship Aizen Myōo? Are you having any problems in your relationship?" Kuroda Jin clasped his hands together, looking perfunctory.

Mr. Izumi, a social animal, showed a slightly embarrassed look on his face: "No, no, just, just a greeting."

Kuroda Jin was just asking casually, but when he heard Izumi the clerk say that, he nodded indifferently, clasped his hands together, and stepped aside.

It's not Kuroda Jin's fault for being perfunctory. For this kind of daily worship, most people would just throw in 5 Japanese yen, which is equivalent to more than cents in the Zhou currency.

Two cents may not even be enough to buy incense.

There is an incense burner outside the Buddhist hall, and red incense sticks are neatly stacked on the shelf next to the incense burner.

Izumi Shaku took three incense sticks from above, lit them on the candle, put his hands together, prayed silently with a pious look, and then inserted the incense into the incense burner.

Then, Izumi walked forward a few steps and came to the money box where Aizen Myōo was enshrined. He took out his wallet and took out a five-yen coin.

really.

Kuroda Jin sighed in his heart, but saw Izumi hesitated for a moment with the five-yen coin, then put the coin back into the coin compartment and took out a five-hundred-yen coin from his wallet.

This is better, at least it’s not in vain, Kuroda Jin felt a little better.

Izumi hesitated for a moment with the 500 yen coin in his hand, then put the 500 yen back into his wallet.

What do you mean? You still have to pay 5 yen? You are not sincere, do you know that?

Kuroda Jin's eyelids twitched.

Before Kuroda Jin could show dissatisfaction on his face, he saw Izumi gritted his teeth and pulled out a ten thousand yuan bill from his wallet with great pain!
Yo yo yo, Mr. Izumi, I was wrong about you!!!
Kuroda Jin couldn't help but smile, and was about to step forward to provide special services, when he saw Izumi Shaku pulling money out of his wallet with a ferocious look on his face.

one two three four!

Four 10,000 yen bills!

Adding the 10,000 yen bill just now, it’s a total of 50,000!

Fifty thousand yen!
Kuroda Jin's eyes widened.

This was the most generous donation he had ever seen since he started helping his father receive guests!
What on earth did Izumi want? So arrogant!?

You won't put the money back into your wallet, will you? Kuroda Jin couldn't help but swallow nervously.

Izumi Shaku took the 50,000 yen and put the money into the purse box with shaking hands.

Fifty thousand yen! That's half a month's income for me! My dad is so stingy that he only gives me 100,000 yen a month.

Nowadays, what can you do with 150,000 yuan? You can just stay in the temple every day and don’t have much to spend money on. Otherwise, you would spend it all if you go out for barbecue twice.

Alas, the second son has no human rights.

Kuroda Jin felt both happy and depressed. Seeing that Izumi Shaku had already put his hands together and was ready to pray, he immediately walked forward with a cheerful look on his face.

"Mr. Izumi, if you recite the Aizen Myo-o mantra silently before praying to Myo-o, the effect will be better."

"Aizen Myōo Mantra?" Izumi Shaku blinked in confusion.

"Yes, the mantra of the Vajra King is: Om Marichiye Hum Savaha. Did you remember it? Didn't you? It doesn't matter. I'll write it down for you."

Kuroda Jin diligently took a piece of paper and wrote the words on it.

Izumi Shaku took it in his hand, recited it silently several times, memorized it firmly in his heart, then put his hands together, recited the mantra silently and prayed.

After praying three times, Izumi finally opened his eyes. When he was about to ask Kuroda Jin if there was anything else he needed to pay attention to, he heard a "click" sound from the Buddha statue in front of him.

Then, with a loud bang, the clay statue of Aizen Myōo shattered, and dust flew everywhere!

At the same time, almost all the statues of Aizen Myōo in the temples around the world that enshrined Aizen Myōo were shattered!
The reason why Fang Yu chose to teleport instead of switching was because he was worried that the faith on the statue would be discovered by Vernis in the main plane.

Although the possibility is very low, it is not impossible.

Fang Yu is bold, but not reckless. He will never rush into a risk that can be avoided.

Now it's okay, no need to worry, the statue is broken.

After assigning the task to Youzi, Fang Yu checked the growth of divinity. This statue really brought him considerable benefits. The divinity unit increased by 0.05, and the total amount exceeded 1.13.

To create an angel of desire, 0.01 of divinity is needed. In other words, the power of faith contained in this statue alone is enough for him to create five angels of desire!

As expected, it is faster to make money by robbing and harvesting.

Since the task of completing the model was given to Youzi, Fang Yu took out the teleportation map and prepared to teleport back to Metgala.

I've been out for almost an hour, it would be a bit unreasonable not to go back.

There are so many spotlights in the hall of the Temple of Dendur, the whole environment is hot and stuffy, very noisy, and smells bad. Some people occasionally go out to get some fresh air, or run to the toilet to take a selfie. (MetGala prohibits selfies except in the toilet, only Vogue official photos are allowed)

But it is impossible for someone not to show up for more than an hour. That is too abnormal.

After all, there are so many female fairies who are thinking about him now, and it is impossible for them to turn a blind eye to his disappearance.

As a result, as soon as Fang Yu took out the arcane map, Youzi spoke.

"Master, this is not a spell model, so it cannot be completed."

"Not a spell model? What is it?" Fang Yu was stunned. When he saw this thing for the first time, he thought it should be a spell model, and it was even a bit similar to the Desire Divine Art he created.

However, unlike the spell model composed of mental power, those light spots are obviously not mental power, so I don’t know what they are.

"I don't know." Yuzu answered simply, "I'm sure I've never seen anything like it before."

Youzi doesn’t know either?

Well, that's normal. After all, this thing appeared on the statue of Blue Star. It's normal that the arcane knowledge that Yuzu possesses cannot correspond to it.

Fang Yu looked at the ball of light composed of twelve light spots in the sea of ​​consciousness with regret. This ball of light surrounded the divine crystal and kept changing its posture. It was obvious that this thing must be what the divine crystal needed, but he didn't know how to make the divine crystal absorb or use it.

"Did you find anything else?" Fang Yu was not giving up. "This structure should be quite simple, right? You didn't analyze any information? You're not anxious to continue watching Ode to Joy and then just deal with me casually, are you?"

Yuzu cried and raged, "It's unfair, Master. I've only watched the twentieth episode, and even the standard nine-ring spells don't have a similar structure!"

"Moreover, this twelve-to-the-twelve parameter structure is more complicated than the Orange model. It is somewhat similar to the wealth system. How can it be simple?"

Twelve to the twelveth power parameter structure? More complicated than the Orange model? A bit like the wealth system?

When Fang Yu heard what Youzi said, he seemed to have grasped something. He did not bother to argue with Youzi anymore and returned to the sea of ​​consciousness to carefully observe the ball of light.

That's it!

So that's it! As the spiritual power deepened, it continued to expand in Fang Yu's consciousness. He could see that each light spot in this light group was composed of countless smaller and jumping light spots. Each light spot could explore as many as twelve layers. The structure of each layer was different. At the bottom, he could see tiny ripples, which oscillated at different frequencies.

If each ripple is regarded as a parameter, then this light ball is a large model with 891.61 billion parameters!
Although it still cannot be compared with the 100 to 500 trillion synapses in the human brain, it is undoubtedly larger and more sophisticated than the 3 trillion parameter Orange model currently in the complete version of his own private server.

Fang Yu tried to use his mental power to randomly change the frequency of a ripple, and immediately felt that this ripple resonated with thousands or even tens of thousands of ripples in other layers.

Then immediately a monk in a half-robes appeared in his mind, kneeling in front of him with a pious look on his face, his lips slightly parted, as if he was praying something.

This is a static scene, which flashes by as the ripples change.

Are the parameters related to each other? Fang Yu pondered.

I randomly changed the frequency of a ripple, and after a large number of ripples resonated with each other, a voice appeared in my consciousness, and it was in Japanese.

"I only hope that the wise king will see through this and let Yataro change his mind and love only me."

Did you hear it right? Yataro is a man, right? Your voice is also a man's, what the hell?

However, this reaction is indeed very similar to the operating mechanism of the large model.

And these ripples are indeed equivalent to parameters.

Could it be that gods really exist in the Blue Planet world? Are these gods just giant models?
No, it's impossible.

Fang Yu immediately denied this speculation.

Although this large model with more than 8 trillion parameters has the structure of a large AI model, it obviously does not have any intelligence and is incapable of responding to human beliefs.

Because there is neither an operating environment nor the energy to drive this large model.

So how are they generated?

It can't be that these beliefs are formed automatically, right?
and many more.

Maybe it really was formed automatically.

However, it is undoubtedly impossible to verify your hypothesis immediately, and you need to design another experimental environment.

Now, the biggest problem is not to find out how it came from, but how it should be used.

Operating environment...Operating energy...

As for the operating environment, using mental power to build the operating environment obviously exceeds the current limit of his mental power.

With nearly 40 trillion parameters, one must have at least units of mental strength to be able to build it.

With a mental power of more than 40 units, that means you have already reached the pinnacle of a level 20 archmage. Only one step away, you can surpass mortals and become a legend!

Wait, so to speak, did those legendary wizards also use this method to establish a faith connection with mortals in the end?
However, this thing really looks like a neural network.

otherwise……

It's a bit too dangerous...

No, if it is designed more delicately, it should be fine.

After all, it is less than 9 trillion parameters, less than one percent...

And, if my guess is correct...

No, no, no, it still won’t work. It’s too risky. That’s the brain.

Moreover, this kind of body modification, according to Yuzu, is close to the practices of liches, which may have benefits at first, but will mostly have disadvantages in the future.

It is more likely to lead to an insurmountable bottleneck at a certain level in the future.

Fang Yu hesitated for three minutes, and temporarily gave up the tempting idea of ​​integrating each ripple with the synapses in his brain.

After he reached level five, he gained a new ability, which is inner vision. He once looked into his own brain.

After five times of life essence enhancement, Fang Yu's brain seemed to have not changed much in size.

But the densely packed grooves and the brain medulla that sparkles with a bright luster are obviously far from that of a normal human brain.

In "inner vision", Fang Yu could "see" that the blood vessels on his cerebral cortex were getting bigger and bigger, until finally, every brain nerve that was invisible to the naked eye was clearly visible.

Fang Yu compared the similarities and differences between his own brain and that of an ordinary person's brain. The bundles of nerve fibers in his brain were obviously thinner and tougher than those of an ordinary person, but their number had increased a lot.

If you continue to zoom in, you can see countless pyramidal cells in the cerebral cortex. These cells are slightly smaller than those of ordinary people, but they are obviously more dynamic and tougher.

If the average person has about 650 billion vertebral cells in his brain, Fang Yu has at least billion vertebral cells!
There are tens of thousands of synaptic connections on each pyramidal cell.

These synaptic connections constitute almost all human thinking and memory.

Fang Yu's current number of synapses has exceeded one quadrillion, which is 3 to 8 times that of an average person!
Ninety percent of the synaptic connections were newly added after the essence of life was improved. They had never been used before and did not carry any thoughts or memories.

If we take out one percent of it, it would be enough to put together this "Model of God".

If I succeed, I will be the only true God in the flesh in this world!
The proportion of synaptic connections is too small to be a risk right now.

But Fang Yu had a hunch that if he reached level 20 one day and wanted to break through to the legendary level, if he put this thing into his brain now, it might have extremely negative consequences.

Fang Yu took a reluctant "look" at this "model of God", resisted the temptation, and sent the light spot back to the side of the divine crystal deep in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The ball of light automatically wrapped the divine crystal within it.

But it’s not without gain.

Fang Yu closed his eyes and concentrated, his mental power quickly outlining a spell model in the sea of ​​​​consciousness.

This is a multi-layered enchantment school spell. In one of the layers, one can vaguely see the connection pattern of the ripple resonance in the "Model of God" just now!
However, in just three minutes, this three-ring spell model was successfully constructed.

"It's done!" Fang Yu smiled and replaced the spell model on the Rubik's Cube, replacing the magic rope spell. One of the faces of the Rubik's Cube flashed, and the symbol on it turned into an X shape.

"I'll just call it fencing!"

Fang Yu stroked his chin and pondered for a while, then chuckled and cast an invisibility spell. Then he took out the arcane map and teleported back to MetGala.

The positioning point is the Guardian Type 7 amulet worn around Scarlett's neck, and the teleportation will naturally be to an open space within ten meters of Scarlett where a person can stand.

"Boom!"

"Scarlett! Scarlett! Open the door!!! You bitch! Open the door now!!! If you don't open the door, I'm going to kick it down!!!"

Fang Yu had just been teleported here, and before he could see the environment clearly, he heard a man cursing angrily.

What's going on? Where is this?
bathroom?
what's the situation?
Fang Yu looked closely and saw an old white man in his fifties with a beard who was cursing and pounding on the bathroom partition door with red eyes.

Fortunately, the door of the Metropolitan Museum's bathroom partition is very thick, similar to the entrance door used in ordinary homes, and is quite sturdy. Otherwise, the old white man would have kicked the door open and rushed in.

This guy looks familiar, what's his name? Let's identify him.

Harvey Weinstein?

By the way, it is said that he seems to be having an affair with my eldest cousin.

When Lu Xuechang was a freshman, he downloaded the photos from the Hollywood Photo Scandal. At that time, people on the Internet speculated that the thing on his cousin’s face was Weinstein’s, but Fang Yu saw at a glance that it was impossible.

I'm over 50 years old, where does that come from?
Even his hair was wet, so it had to be at least a four-pack.

Fang Yu immediately remembered what this guy's name was.

Fuck! You are so arrogant. You dare to use force at the Met Gala?
Fang Yu knew what was going on as soon as he saw it.

It must be the effect of the Robe of Desire that aroused this guy's anger. He started to harass me without any regard for anything else. When the soft method didn't work, he ran to the bathroom to try the hard method.

The function of the Robe of Desire is only to increase people's desire, but it doesn't make you commit a crime. So many hot-blooded male college students have watched porn, but it doesn't mean that they all go out and rape others, right?

How can you be so energetic, a fifty-something white guy working at Microsoft?
And this is MetGala, a party with thousands of people, are you so brave?

The bathroom door happened to be a blind spot for surveillance, so Fang Yu showed up and pretended to have just come in.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing?" Fang Yu exuded a little bit of his aura, walked to Weinstein's side, and looked down at this squid scum.

(End of this chapter)