living in the world of reincarnation

Chapter 345 The Big Ship Arrives
Mu Lan looked at the disassembled "boiler" in front of her, and Zhao Ziyu's excited explanations kept coming from her ears, and her thoughts were lost.

No one knows where the energy of aura comes from, and it appears in the world out of thin air like magic power, and various worldviews are constructed based on them.

But based on the known information, Mu Lan can understand the various characteristics of spiritual energy. They diffuse in nature, are absorbed by spiritual plants, and are stored by spiritual veins. They can transform the body and allow those with spiritual roots to perfect themselves. Practice authenticity.

And the use of unique formations can condense the aura to complete various special functions, that is, "refining".

But in any case, this kind of energy body excludes ordinary people who are not suitable for cultivation from the very beginning. In other words, cultivation and weapon refining only exist in a very small number of people in the hidden spirit world, and monks are the masters of this era.

It seems that few people study the essence of aura. Daoist Yunxiao of Qiyun Temple is one, but he also uses it to improve his own cultivation. The boiler in front of him, which Zhao Ziyu called "prime motive", may have broken the situation .

"The Patriarch of the Lin family uses aura as the driving force, and uses complex rune circuits to convert energy into simple mechanical kinetic energy, driving the gears and linkages to move back and forth. The speed and efficiency are surprisingly high, almost faster than the first internal combustion engine in history. Dozens of times stronger!"

"That's why the magic circle is so complicated." Mu Lan stared at the blueprint in his hand, and said to herself: "With the results of refining weapons in the hidden spirit world, it can actually reach such a high level of cultivation technology. If this thing can work , many of the complex artifacts in "The Making of Runes and Weapons" can be realized, such as those puppet magic weapons, and the chariots and horses that fly into the sky and escape from the earth."

"I kind of understand what you mean." Lin Yiyi's eyes widened.

Ah Feng also showed a thoughtful expression, only Gu Qingyuan was still a little confused among the people in the circle.

"This is the steam engine, or internal combustion engine, of the hidden world version." Mu Lan explained to everyone.

"That's right." Zhao Ziyu agreed with Mu Lan's statement, "For example, a steam engine is a large boiler, and boiling water is used to drive the piston and guide the mechanical operation, and this is the one in front of you."

"It's just burning spirit stones." Lin Yiyi made inferences, she propped her chin and complained, "So this is really a boiler."

"Well." Zhao Ziyu held his forehead, "In a certain way, it is true."

Mu Lan laughed, no matter which world you are in, human technological development is boiling water, and no matter how powerful the system is, it is just boiling water with all kinds of strange tricks.

"Actually, refining artifacts is to engrave things like magic and secret techniques on artifacts." Mu Lan said: "It stands to reason that the hidden spirit world should have thought of this kind of use long ago."

Zhao Ziyu nodded, "It's mainly a matter of thinking. The monks are high-ranking, and they don't know how to study this simple mechanical device. Although the creation of this thing is a pioneering work, it doesn't improve the life of the monks much. On the contrary, it can help All ordinary mortals."

"Think about it, mortals also learn to manipulate the power brought by spiritual energy." Zhao Ziyu gave an example, "It is not impossible for mortals to travel thousands of miles a day, cut mountains and rocks, go to the sky and enter the earth."

"A new world." Ah Feng concluded.

Mu Lan thought about the grand scene after the birth of the prime mover in her mind. The Patriarch of the Lin family is really a wonderful person. changed the world.

Zhao Ziyu caressed the machine and regretted, "Unfortunately, this machine is only half finished, and the most critical structure has been destroyed."

"Some people don't want this thing to come out." Mu Lan said softly.

"The Demon Cult." Zhao Ziyu sighed, "Do these people know what they are doing?"

"It seems that they know about it." Mu Lan thought about it, "From the Fengling Temple, which is rich in raw materials, to the assassinated craftsman, and so on, this hidden force behind the scenes must be planning something."

In the bustling harbor blown by the sea breeze, ethereal singing sounded, and the Xiayuan Festival arrived as scheduled.

The time for offering sacrifices to Haiji is set at the time of Chen. When the sky was just dawn, crowds gathered on the tidal flats around the harbor. The locals placed sacrifices on the beach one by one. There were livestock and grains. The number of these sacrifices was astonishing, almost Extend to the end of the line of sight.

People piled up high platforms with shells and sand, and the officiant wore strange white costumes and chanted words on the high platforms. The long beach was instantly full of black kneeling crowds.

The object of worship of these local fishermen is the God of the Sea. They pray for a safe and smooth sailing, and bless every boat not to lose its way on the ocean and to return smoothly.

The Xiayuan Festival ceremony is unique to the seaside people. The original legend has been unverifiable. With the arrival of the big ship of Penglai Xianzong, the gods they worshiped were transformed into those living in Penglai. After all, the sea god is illusory, and every hundred years, The giant ship of Xianzong that shocked the world will always come to the world.

So in their imagination, Penglai Xianzong is the incarnation of gods in the world.

The monks of the Zongmen looked forward to the sea horizon, and the much-anticipated big ship arrived in Hong Kong today. Everyone stopped fighting and waited quietly for the big ship's arrival.

Lin Yiyi, who was active on weekdays, also suppressed her excitement, held her breath and looked at the junction of the sea and the sky at the end of her sight, constantly guessing in her heart how the Penglai Xianzong would show up.

The same is true for other people in the team, only Mu Lan devotes some energy to observe the Zhenyuanzong not far from the side.

Looking at the anxious appearance of the disciples around him, Meng Ben laughed in his heart, patted Zhao Xiuwu on the shoulder and said, "Don't act like you have never seen the world, I have already participated in the Xianzong Trial twice."

"Master." Zhao Xiuwu laughed twice. As a child of an aristocratic family, he is not new to the world, but the name Penglai Xianzong has been chanted since he entered the dungeon, and it is almost the ultimate goal of all sect disciples. With all kinds of rumors, his curiosity was completely aroused.

Another disciple of Meng Ben smiled and said, "Master, you have participated twice, but this is the first time I got a place."

"It's just a stronger sect." Meng Ben said boldly: "When the Zhenyuan Sect unifies Dongji Prefecture, it may not be without such style."

After his rhetoric, the surrounding Zhenyuanzong monks responded one after another, all with proud expressions.

Meng Ben's voice was very loud, and everyone around this voice could hear it clearly, and now the monks of other sects were not convinced, and all kinds of ridicules were heard endlessly.

"What are you looking at!" Meng Ben's eyes were like copper bells, and his murderous look frightened away the prying eyes of others, while the monk standing next to him smiled helplessly.

This monk has a young face, but his black hair is mixed with many silver threads. Judging from the standing side by side with Meng Ben, he should belong to the elder of the Zhenyuan Sect at the same level. Do you forget it?"

Meng Ben glared at him, but did not refute, and resentfully withdrew his anger.

While this scene was being played out among the monks, the fishermen on the beach all looked forward, their expressions becoming devout.

"I'm coming!"

"Xianzong big ship!"

The monks erupted into discussions, and Mu Lan followed their gazes, and saw what the fishermen called a "miracle".

The majestic giant ship sailed through the waves.

(End of this chapter)