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Chapter 437 The Roaring Train

Outside Chang'an City, it was extremely lively today.

Tens of thousands of residents gathered together with curiosity, looking at a strange-looking iron lump on the huge open space ahead.

The whole body of this object is dark, and it is rectangular in shape. There is a huge thing like a small chimney inlaid in the front, and a few wisps of blue smoke drift out from time to time.

Yes, this thing is the most primitive train.

Although due to the differences in the aesthetics of the local ink monks, this thing is still quite different from the old-fashioned steam train in Aiwen's cognition, and it even looks a bit like a Tang-style festival float in Aiwen's view, but its essential function is different. There is no difference.

Well, they all burn boilers.

At the same time, this is also the first generation of steam engine developed by Mo Zong, which is officially put into use for the first time.

In order to conform to the rules of this world, the two-foot-square steam engine developed by the ink monks is not a purely powered machine, but also mixed with some of the latest magic effects developed by Mozong, which are basically the art of a certain senior brother. A by-product of studying art.

With the addition of fantasy power, this whole steam engine has a surging power that was unimaginable when the same kind of earth was born from the very beginning, and it is more than enough to rub a dozen or a hundred.

Of course, the difficulty of the process has also increased.

This also leads to, unless those big forces specially send a large number of excellent disciples to abandon the original path and devote themselves to Mozong's scientific philosophy.

Otherwise, apart from the existing Mo Zong lineage, it will be difficult for other forces in the human world to find capable, thoughtful, and most importantly, talented imitators on a large scale to pirate this fantasy version of the steam engine.

For Evan, this is enough.

Individual imitations are of no importance at all. After all, this is an advanced world, and most of the products of science and technology only serve mortals, just like the trains in front of us, which are mainly used to replace horses and river transport capacity.

Firmly adhering to the concept of "encircling the city from the countryside", Ai Wen is not in a hurry at all. When mobile phones are popularized even in the underworld, and when the souls of the dead after Yan Luo's trial are all using Douyin, Mo Zong will be completely successful.

And as the start of all this, it is also a key battle to formally demonstrate Mo Zong's way to the world, so the meaning behind this experiment of the train has become extremely important.

Three ink monks who are the core developers and eight apprentice disciples spent a whole morning assembling the parts in the mustard bag. They didn't even have time to drink, so they rushed to use it. One noon for its final debugging.

Taking it out of the pocket, it was developed under the personal supervision of Aoyu and Nishang. It has become a standard pocket watch for Mozong's official disciples. After checking the time, the leading young black monk nodded slightly.

"It's about time, everything is in place, ready to start!"

Then, the smoke above the train suddenly thickened.

The thickness of a fist and the length of three feet, the main body branch contributed by the thousand-year-old tree demon gradually released terrifying power under the licking of the forging spirit fire.

Part of the temperature is swallowed up by the added water and becomes steam power, while the other part of spiritual power provides powerful energy for those magic runes.

For specific effects, you can refer to the magnetic kinetic energy rotor, but there is no planetary magnetic field in this world, and there are no corresponding rules, so there is no hope for electromagnetic research and development.

As the energy thrust reached a critical value, the heavy train finally began to move slowly on the wooden tracks.

In the beginning, it was just the walking speed of ordinary people, and soon it was like a galloping horse, bringing the crazy roar of the whole earth!
It has been around for more than ten days, and no one has figured out what it is for. The "wooden ladder" that surrounds the entire Chang'an City, like this, together with the crazy train, has opened a new era of transportation.

Definitely.

Even if there are unwilling forces trying to stop it, they can't go against this destined trend.

After all, blocking is for old interests, and promotion is also for greater interests, not to mention the support of high-level officials.

And the world will never lack smart people.

Soon, a large number of people in the crowd left with solemn expressions, some of them went straight to the mansion of the nobleman, and some rushed to the post stations of various places, and it even became difficult to find horses in the nearby area for a while.

The Mo monks didn't care about the reaction of these people. They drove the train and ran around the entire Chang'an City for a full circle before slowly stopping. Then they began to dismantle the train and check whether there were any abnormalities in the running car body.

As a power source, the thousand-year spirit wood that had been burned only a little bit was carefully put away.

This thing is more expensive than the whole car. After all, the money spent on tens of thousands of catties of refined iron is nothing more than what Ivan picked up while shopping in the street, and the thousand-year-old spirit wood is not so easy to get.

The normal steam engine is not so extravagant, and the spiritual wood of several decades is enough to use it. This time, it is completely to prevent any accidents, so I gritted my teeth and took it out as firewood.

Well, a certain unlucky thousand-year-old dryad who was bald actually has something to say...

While the dozen or so monks were checking the parts, a middle-aged monk wearing traditional robes suddenly appeared next to the train. He stretched out his hand and touched the cold body of the train. He couldn't help but wonder in his heart.

"Just such a simple mortal thing, can it be as fast as a galloping horse?"

He couldn't help murmuring in a low voice, but the strange thing was that no matter whether it was the crowd eating melons, the soldiers maintaining order, or the ink monk with a certain amount of mana, they all turned a blind eye to him.

Soon, more and more such special existences appeared around.

There are cripples on crutches, pot-bellied men whose feet are so big that they can worry the shoemaker to death, and even some figures in official robes and armor looming in the clouds...

"Is it this thing that resonates with the world?"

A Bodhisattva who once talked with Ai Wenye stood beside the chimney with a whole body of brilliance.

Looking away from the insignificant spiritual fire, he had a solemn look on his face, as well as a trace of puzzlement.

What the hell is Jin Chanzi doing? What kind of mystery is there in these simple and versatile things?
If we say that before Jin Chanzi, a man who abandoned ghosts and hated ghosts, established a new school of Buddhism, it can also be regarded as a wayward way of quarreling with his master and a routine operation of making trouble.

So now, none of the gods and demons in the sky would look at this matter so simply.

Because mortals may not feel it, but in those powerful perceptions, just at that moment... heaven and earth resonate!
that moment
The first generation of trains set sail
The humming roar of the fantasy steam engine
Alvin puts the final touch on the third revision of the scriptures

Sun Xinyuan, who was covered in scorched black, smiled gratifiedly as he looked at the strange substance he had painstakingly refined in his hand...

(End of this chapter)