You have mastered the art of thunder and you tell me that it is in a strange world?

Chapter 358 Gray Continent
The sea of ​​suffering is surging, and the waves are shaking the sky.

Yang Zile, with a haggard face, found a rock beside the shore and sat down on it.

Gazing at the endless black sea, my heart is filled with sorrow.

A huge wave rose up on the horizon and rushed along the current, almost hitting his face. But it finally lost its strength the moment it touched the edge of the gray land and fell directly back into the ocean.

It also swallowed up a few broken wooden boards.

Watching those pieces of wood changing rapidly in the sea of ​​suffering, they turned into tree roots, turned into pieces of iron, turned into the bread that Yang Zile ate last night, and finally disappeared.

He sighed deeply:
"I'm afraid we need to bring stones from the Pure Land to build a big ship to cross the sea of ​​suffering."

He shook his head and walked away from the river bank.

He had spent too much time outside today. He had to get back to the city as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

He got on the carriage, pushed the packages of goods wrapped in burlap bags on the carriage to the side, leaving some space for himself, and patted the butt of the skinny old horse in front of him.

The skinny old horse raised its head from the ground and chewed some hay that was a little gray and black.

After swallowing the grass, the old horse slowly took a step and pulled the cart towards the distance.

The wheels squeaked and wobbled, not being stable.

Walking on a dilapidated road, surrounded by barren plains, there is almost no vegetation to be seen at a glance, only various stones exposed on the ground.

And those bones that have been lying in the wilderness for who knows how long.

Yang Zile looked around the distant wasteland and seemed to see scarlet eyes in the endless gray and black.

He quickly withdrew his gaze and drove obediently.

After walking along this broken road in the wilderness for half an incense stick of time, Yang Zile saw a towering city wall in front of him.

The city wall is also built with gray-black bricks and tiles, and the overall look is heavy and solemn.

Yang Zile really doesn't like this place.

Every day when I close my eyes, it is black, and when I open my eyes, it is gray. The sky is gray, the earth is gray, the clothes are gray, the hair is gray, the eyes are gray, and the food is gray.

Even his residence was gray.

It’s as if all the colors that should belong to this world have been taken away by others.

Yang Zile suppressed all the melancholy and sentimentality in his mind and entered the city through the side door.

As soon as he arrived at the city gate, he immediately saw several burly soldiers guarding the gate with weapons. The leading soldier saw him at a glance.

Frowning slightly, the soldier took two steps at a time and came to Yang Zile.

After looking Yang Zile up and down, he spoke in a soldier's hoarse voice:

"Did you go to the beach again?"

"No way."

"You stink. Who are you trying to fool?"

"It's covered in shit."

"Then why did you come back so late?"

"This animal is not very obedient. It took me a long time to collect things today."

Yang Zile reached out and patted Lao Ma's butt.

Lao Ma turned around and glanced at him.

The soldier stared at Yang Zile closely, but Yang Zile did not avoid him and acted indifferently.

After a short breath, the soldier finally snorted coldly:
"Recently, the adults are going to comprehend the Earth's Sorrow. The city is under strict control. Please don't let me catch them, otherwise..."

"Don't worry."

After saying these words, Yang Zile entered the city.

After entering the big city, a bustling atmosphere of living people hits you.

The scattered noises, hawking, and cries of naughty children mixed together to form a unique music that can only be heard in this downtown area.

The outer city closest to the city wall is composed of low earthen houses. Although the residents are wearing tattered clothes, they are still in good spirits. Some of them go to the nearby slopes to farm collectively during the day, while others set up small stalls to sell clothes and decorations.

These are the lowest-class residents of the city. They don't have much ability, and if they leave the city, death will come knocking on their door. So they have no choice but to live on the edge of the city, selling their physical strength or bodies to seek shelter in the city.

Yang Zile does not live here. He has a certain status in this city and can live in the middle part of the city. The houses often have yards and are built with stones. When the harsh wind blows from the black sea, his stone walls can block the wind, and he can have a good sleep with a quilt covering him.

He is a wasteland seeker.

There are many things left by our ancestors on this gray continent, some crystal stones that have not yet been stained by gray, or some strange-looking objects. These things can always be sold for a good price after being brought to the city.

Sometimes, these things can even be sold to the "big shots", who have no shortage of currency in the city.

If he really has such good luck, Yang Zile can often make a lot of money.

Yang Zile pulled the horse's reins and the old horse stopped immediately.

The streets before us began to show shades other than gray.

They were a group of monks wearing yellow robes, holding brown wooden beads in their hands, rolling them slowly in their palms.

There were four people in the group, all of whom were walking slowly on the road. When all the residents on both sides of the road saw them, they immediately knelt down, pressed their heads to the ground, and prostrated themselves.

One of the monks seemed to have noticed something, and turned his head slightly to look at Yang Zile.

He was smiling, but there was no warmth in his eyes.

Yang Zile knew that he was being rude, so he quickly got off the car, knelt on his knees, and put his head on the stone slab. Only after he finished the worship did the monk in the distance show a satisfied smile, and the cold feeling on Yang Zile gradually dissipated.

Only then did Yang Zile breathe a sigh of relief.

Only after the monks walked away did Yang Zile slowly raise his head.

The floor was cold and hard, and it caused Yang Zile's knees to hurt a little.

These are the nobles of this great city.

They are all disciples of the Buddha in heaven. They practice the supreme Dharma, master extraordinary magical powers, and have a transcendent status in the city.

They usually don't come to this city, but live on the top of a mountain farther away and more prosperous.

It is said that there are many green plants and colorful flowers on the top of the mountain, and it is warm and peaceful, and it is a place of paradise.

There is also a temple in that paradise, and inside the temple there is a Buddha who can see all destiny and all the years.

Ordinary people like them are not qualified to go to that mountain, but these monks do give ordinary people a chance.

But this opportunity...

It's a little far away for ordinary people.

The monks in the distance had already reached the high platform in the middle of the town, and distant voices floated in.

Those are the monks chanting sutras to save all living beings.

The monk who had been staring at Yang Zile just now stood in the middle and recited slowly:
"You all have past sins and are burdened with sin. Only by eliminating all the sins of this life can you go to the Western Pure Land of Bliss and enjoy peace and tranquility."

There was a peaceful glow around him and he was smiling.

Save all sentient beings.

However, after hearing the monk's words, Yang Zile's heart seemed to be shrouded in a layer of gloom.

The monks have always told everyone in the city that they are born with original sin.

This city is a real prison. The reason they live in this place is because they committed heinous crimes in their previous lives.

That sin is intolerable to heaven and earth, and must be redeemed throughout one's entire lifetime.

And when they have redeemed this sin in this life, they will be able to go to paradise.

This sounds like a great thing, and most people in the city think so.

Yang Zile doesn't think so.

He had no idea what he had done in his past life, so why did he have to suffer for such an ignorant sin?
And even if he really goes to the paradise in his next life, he will be a different person. What does it have to do with Yang Zile?
He felt that he could not stay here any longer, so he quickly got on the carriage, chose a place where there were not many people, and left as soon as possible.

Soon, he arrived at his residence, which was also a low house, but compared to those dilapidated houses on the edge of the city, his place was much cleaner and tidier.

There is a small courtyard with a fruit tree, a chicken coop, and a well. The door of the house is closed, and there is a strong atmosphere of life.

He has two neighbors. On the left is a couple who are not here now. They are probably listening to a speech in the square. On the right is an empty house that was still inhabited three months ago, but is now abandoned.

Yang Zile still remembers that because his neighbor did not kowtow to the monks in time, the monks entered his room.

The next day the neighbor disappeared and no one knew where he went.

After tying up the horse and placing the goods in the warehouse next to it, Yang Zile opened the tightly closed door and entered the room.

He quickly moved a table away and entered the basement of his house.

The basement was pitch black, but Yang Zile groped his way to the table as if he were familiar with it and lit the oil lamp with a flint.

There was a large table in the basement with a blueprint on it.

There is a raft drawn on this drawing.

There seemed to be a glimmer of light in Yang Zile's eyes.

He has always had a dream.

Build a huge ship and sail across the black ocean.

Get out of here and find another place.

Find a place with less gray grass and trees, find a place where you can grow crops, find a place without bald weirdos.

Live well.

But the progress is not good at the moment.

"Hey! When will this ship be built..."

Yang Zile let out a long sigh.

"If you throw this boat into that sea of ​​suffering, it will surely be overturned by the huge waves."

A man's voice suddenly sounded next to Yang Zile's ear.

"Ok?"

Yang Zile blinked and tilted his head slightly.

He saw a man in a strange, loose robe standing behind him.

And on top of this man's head,

He was wearing a tall, crooked crown.

(End of this chapter)