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

Chapter 360: The Sorrow of the Earth

After eating a beggar's chicken, Yang Zile left the basement in high spirits.

If he had been thinking before whether he should find an opportunity to sell that strange guy after he got out, he no longer had such an idea at all.

Can those bald guys with no hair on their heads feed him such good food?
That's definitely not possible!

Then why am I still on their side?

Yang Zile was now full of energy and walked directly towards the four corners of the city.

Zuo Chen cast a spell to hide himself and began to wander around the city.

After spending nearly half the morning, Zuo Chen finally toured the entire city.

The entire city was extremely short of supplies. There was little to eat, drink, or wear. Even the wheat grown in the fields looked gray.

Zuo Chen specifically picked up an ear of wheat, studied it a little, and found that there was almost no nutrition in it, and at most it could barely fill his stomach.

It is really not easy for city people to survive on this thing.

It’s just that the people in the city have never seen good days, which leads to them being very satisfied with their current lives.

I go out early and come back late every day, enrich myself with labor, go home to rest at night, and consume my life day by day.

In a sense, it can be considered a peaceful state of mind.

They even have some simple and basic entertainment measures to relieve the mental stress brought by daily work.

After taking a look around, Zuo Chen also had a general idea of ​​the city.

He was afraid that if he really moved everyone away with great fanfare, many people in the city would rebel against him.

After all, to them, I might very well be the evil villain who disturbed their peaceful life.

Zuo Chen had neither the mood nor the time to fight a battle of faith with this group of monks.

When the time comes and he has determined the number of cities on this continent, he plans to use his magical powers to move all the cities away.

Political and propaganda matters can be left to the princes of Daliang.

After walking around the city, Zuo Chen estimated that it would not be difficult to fit the place into his sleeve, so he walked towards the center of the town.

Walking through the monotonous gray alleys, Zuo Chen suddenly saw a variety of colors before his eyes.

He saw a bright red building.

It was a small hill with red walls built on both sides of the hill. Behind the walls were milky white stairs that connected all the way to the top of the hill.

And at the top of the mountain, a prosperous and magnificent palace was perched on the ridge, shining with golden light under the rolling black clouds.

And right behind the palace, on the rock wall of the mountain, a deep crack was carved into the wall.

The colorful glow was mixed in the crack, and the light spread outward, appearing and disappearing, like breathing.

Zuo Chen could clearly see the breath of the long river of time rising and falling around the glow.

This is the mirror of the future.

Zuo Chen walked directly towards the temple with swagger. When he arrived at the foot of the mountain, he saw a group of monks in yellow robes climbing the mountain devoutly.

Monks all have some spiritual power and abilities in their bodies, but they are not that powerful.

Zuo Chen just followed behind them and went up the mountain step by step.

On the way up the mountain, he turned his head to look at the white wall next to him and frowned slightly.

He reached out and knocked on the wall.

This wall seemed to be made of a mixture of milk and gold, with a faint spiritual energy rolling above it. I don’t know if it was due to the earth veins or if some precious items were mixed in.

The people outside can’t even afford to eat chicken, but the buildings above are all mixed with food.

Thinking of the monk in Daliang and looking at the monks around him, Zuo Chen felt that the gap between people was indeed quite large.

At this moment, the leading monk suddenly sighed:
"hungry."

"Brother, didn't you just finish breakfast?"

"The morning tea is not enough, and the greed is hard to calm down." The leading monk shook his head and sighed, "Ever since I tasted the red meat last time, my heart is full of greed. It's still because I'm not good enough in Taoism."

"So what?" His fellow apprentice said with a smile, "Didn't Venerable Ananda say that if we are not greedy, how can we move forward in everything? Only by satisfying our desires can we calm down. Then we brothers can go to the city together to find a Buxian sheep and savor it carefully."

"That makes sense. It is me, Senior Brother, who has become obsessed."

Several monks laughed.

Upon hearing this, Zuo Chen shook his head slightly, but was not surprised at all.

This group of people originally lived in a city that exploited ordinary people. If they were really a group of kind and hospitable people, Zuo Chen would not be able to adapt to it.

It was not a good time to start a massacre, so Zuo Chen simply stretched out his foot and tripped the group of monks in front of him. The leading monk stumbled, fell backwards, and rolled down to the foot of the mountain.

The monk suddenly panicked and wanted to use his own Taoist skills to stabilize himself again, but for some reason, a strange Qi appeared in his body, and he could not use any of the Taoist skills in his Dantian at all. In an instant, he became like an ordinary person.

The monk who rolled down directly knocked down a group of people who were accompanying him.

The row of people who were originally climbing up the mountain suddenly turned into a group of rolling dogs, falling down the mountain with a crackling sound.

They screamed as they rolled, but when they reached the foot of the mountain, they were no longer able to make any sound, and their limbs were all bent in strange shapes.

Their bodies twitched a few times, and then they stopped moving. These cultivators actually fell to their death from this staircase full of milk fragrance!
Seeing that there was some chaos below, many monks rushed out of the temple and looked at the foot of the mountain in confusion.

After they found out that their fellow disciples had fallen to their deaths, they screamed and ran down the mountain to save them.

But when this group of people passed the place where Zuo Chen had tripped just now, they all slipped and rolled down with a crackling sound, one after another like they were committing suicide.

The whole temple was in chaos.

Zuo Chen ignored them and walked into the temple with a swagger.

After walking through the hall, Zuo Chen finally arrived in front of the huge crack.

Intricate and complex streams of light flow throughout the entire crack, and under the complex light and shadow, a translucent mirror is reflected.

Zuo Chen's appearance was reflected in the mirror, constantly changing with the colorful and dazzling light.

When Zuo Chen walked here, he heard the rumbling sound of the river of time flowing.

Just by standing here for a while, Zuo Chen could feel that his grasp of the law of the future had improved a lot.

No wonder these monks would practice here, the effect is indeed outstanding.

But Zuo Chen felt that the speed was still a little lacking.

If he meditates here, it will probably take him forty to fifty years to reach the edge of his future body.

It has to be faster.

After thinking for two seconds, he simply reached out and pressed towards the crack in front of him.

When his hand pressed on the mirror, Zuo Chen felt a unique suction force.

The sound of the rushing river of time rang beside Zuo Chen's ears, and Zuo Chen felt a pulling force.

He stopped resisting and slowly closed his eyes.

Thoughts turn into boats, drifting into the floating river, flowing along the waves, into the distance.

……

"This stupid game is so fucking historical."

Yang Le threw the sachet in front of him, lay down on the artificial chair and started spinning in circles.

He grabbed his hair and screamed and wailed.

After venting for most of the day, Yang Le returned to the sachet and let the fragrant mist soak his head again.

Rows of floating mirrors that looked like windows soon appeared in front of him.

A mirror was quickly pulled over, and Yang Le began to complain to it:
"Brothers, who understands! This game claims to restore history, but the modeling is not good, the plot is not good, and it's just sentimental. What's more, this game is so damn expensive. Doesn't it take us for fools? I think this is a scam! Brothers, don't be fooled!"

Yang Le started to curse while a long string of words floated out on the mirror in front of him:
"I bought this game, and it's fucking shit. There's not even a single ancient scene that was promised."

"I think it's OK. At least the Taoist model is pretty good-looking."

"You really are not picky at all!"

Yang Le felt a little relieved when he saw the large barrage of comments.

He is a freshman at Kyoto Sholou University. He doesn't have many hobbies on weekdays, but he likes playing games. So he specially asked his uncle to buy the latest communication sachet.

Six microcomputers with dual cores and 512 kilowatts of memory cost nearly 7,000 yuan, which made Yang Lemei very happy.

Turns out the first game I downloaded after getting the new sachet was such a rubbish!
That thing is called "Please Ask the Taoist Priest to Come Down the Mountain", and it tells the story of a Taoist priest coming down from the famous Gray Mountain to save the world.

As a famous folk tale, many people were looking forward to it before someone said it would be turned into a game. Until it was actually released, it turned out to be a pile of fresh shit!
But it’s so damn expensive!

Who wouldn’t be defeated by this?
With a long sigh, Yang Le felt a little hungry and planned to ask his godfather and roommate to go out and bring him some food.

He opened the game again.

The scenery in front of him slowly changed, and endless mountains appeared in front of Yang Le. He was floating in the air as if flying.

Finally, he landed next to a thatched cottage on the top of the mountain and saw a Taoist priest watering flowers with a kettle.

The Taoist had a kind and gentle face, with a crooked crown on his head. He was humming an unknown tune and looked carefree.

Yang Le found a stone to sit down and stared at the page in a daze.

I have to say, although this game is shit, the basic interface is pretty good.

How many people were deceived by this page?
Can he make the game as good as the page?
Yang Le sighed twice.

Just when he was worrying about whether he could get a refund for this thing, he suddenly noticed that the scene in front of him had changed.

The Taoist priest who had been watering the flowers put the kettle aside, walked towards him, picked a clean place next to him, and sat down.

Ok?
Is there any hidden content in this game?
Yang Le stared at the Taoist, and the Taoist stared at Yang Le.

The Taoist suddenly laughed:

"Young man, what era is this?"

Yang Le: “?”

(End of this chapter)