"So, what about the future?"
A calm voice came from outside the hangar, Lian Xuanxiao stepped forward, and everyone in the hangar saluted.
Lian Xuanxiao waved his hand carelessly, put his hand on the skin of the plane, and said calmly: "In less than five years, we have a spiritual energy motorcycle that can carry millions of kilograms, and can catch up with Xunyun Realm monks.
s plane.
Another ten years, twenty years, fifty years,
The creations of Neo-Confucianism will become more and more abundant, and the types will become richer and richer. The role of monks will also become smaller and smaller."
Ou Zhiyuan and other students looked at each other, not understanding what this meant.
The mountain chief put down his palm that was holding the plane's skin and said to Li Ang: "Follow me."
The two left the hangar and walked towards Chuiyun Lake.
A light rain fell in the sky, and the water lilies with withered stems and leaves on the lake were watered by the rain. A gentle tap of the lake water caused ripples.
Evergreen trees with lush foliage are planted along the lakeside. When walking on the shore, you can hear the sound of rain falling above your head without getting wet.
The mountain chief suddenly said, "What you did in Taiyuan Mansion."
Li Ang subconsciously trembled, but he heard the mountain chief continue: "Very good."
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Li Ang secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said with a wry smile: "It also attracted a lot of complaints."
"If you go out to do things, you will always get scolded."
The mountain chief said: "Even in a year of great disaster, if the government opens warehouses to release grain, there will always be hoarding grain merchants secretly cursing it.
It’s impossible to satisfy everyone.”
"Um."
Li Ang nodded slowly.
On the other side of Chuiyun Lake, there was the sound of young students playing and chasing each other. They seemed to have just finished their physical education class and did not hold an umbrella. They allowed themselves to be soaked in the rain, stepping in puddles and playing football.
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boom!
Someone kicked it a little harder, and the ball flew across the entire lake and landed in the bushes in front of Li Ang.
"Hey! Senior brother!"
The lake was too wide. The young students didn't see that they almost kicked the president of the school. They put their hands to their mouths and shouted, "Help me kick him back!"
Seeing that the mountain leader was lifeless, Li Ang used his mind power to pick out the football from the bushes and kicked it back.
A student jumped up, caught the football with both hands, shook his numb palms, and shouted: "Thanks!"
Then he and his companions happily stepped on the puddles to catch up with the next class.
Seeing this group of carefree freshmen chasing and quarreling, the headmaster showed a nostalgic smile on his lips, stopped, and looked deeply at the lake.
Li Ang also stopped, and the rain became heavier. He used his telekinesis to form a diagonal barrier above his head, allowing the rain to pour into the forest along the barrier.
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The mountain leader looked at the lake in concentration. After a while, he came back to his senses and shook his head: "I'm sorry, it's easy for people to remember the past when they get old."
He is indeed very old. Most of the practitioners of his generation have passed away, and there are not many old friends left.
"Let's go."
He sighed softly, took steps again, and asked: "Risheng, do you think the monk will be replaced?"
"Um?"
Li Ang didn't expect the mountain leader to ask this question, so he hesitated and asked, "Was it replaced by a Neo-Confucian creature?"
"yes."
The mountain leader nodded and said: "Just like the spiritual locomotive replaces the packhorse, and the spiritual engine replaces the laborer."
"probably not."
Li Ang thought for a moment and replied: "Everything in the spiritual energy machine is still based on spiritual energy. The monks cannot be bypassed no matter what.
It's more like a new relationship than a replacement.
For example, in private commercial workshops, looms have replaced weavers, but they have also created new positions responsible for managing and maintaining looms.
The Lingqi locomotive replaced the packhorse caravan, which also gave rise to the work of maintaining the Lingqi locomotive. The demand for monks increased instead of decreasing.
The monk will not disappear completely, he will only change his identity and role.
Maybe one day, Neo-Confucianism's creations can truly achieve perfection and run independently from the monks, but that will definitely be a long, long time later."
"Not dependent on monks,"
The mountain leader said softly: "Maybe it's not a bad thing."
As they talked, the two left Chuiyun Lake and came to Dongjun Tower at the foot of the back mountain.
Shan Chang stepped up the steps and entered the building.
Li Ang followed and saw again the giant stone screen wall about three feet wide in front of the hall.
The mist above the screen wall flows and sways, evolving into various specious patterns and shapes.
Li Ang reluctantly took his eyes away from the screen wall. No matter how many times he came to Dongjun Tower, this screen wall and the gloomy and calm atmosphere around it would always make him feel uncomfortable.
Before he could think any more, the mountain chief had already taken a key from the old doctor guarding Dongjun Tower and walked towards the stairs of the hall. Li Ang had no choice but to follow.
It's extremely quiet in Dongjun Tower,
The only noise was the sound of a puppet machine with a dull face and stiff movements, pushing a cart and strolling down the corridor.
The two arrived at the fifth floor, with the chief walking in front. They walked through the winding corridor and came to a wooden door without a house number. They unlocked the door with a key.
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Visible cold air surged out of the room,
The mountain chief walked into the door against the cold air, followed by Li Ang, looking around the room curiously.
The stone room is extremely spacious, with complicated and mysterious formation restrictions carved on the ceiling, walls, and floor.
The formation extended out chains of light, pointing to the open space in the center of the room.
There was a huge, spherical brown mud-like thing suspended there.
Its surface squirmed and trembled, sometimes turning into thorns and barbs, sometimes turning into compact scales, sometimes turning into fangs and claws, scratching at the surrounding light chains, trying to break free.
Li Ang was stunned, "This is."
"Similar to something parasitic inside your body."
The mountain chief said: "It was originally just a piece of immovable brown rock. Because of its extremely strong material, it was discovered by Dr. Xuegong in the Shiwan Barren Mountains in the early years and stored in the Dongjun Tower.
It is suspected that it is the skeleton or diseased organ of some kind of alien animal.
Until November 3rd, it suddenly became active and became like this."
November 3rd was the day that Li Ang chose to let Mosi evolve again.
At that time, he shot himself with a glow crossbow to suppress the restless Mo Si and further merge with it.
Li Ang was unsure: "Is this the fragment of something inside me?"
"may be."
The mountain chief said calmly: "After this period of experiments, it can transform into the appearance of many hundreds of thousands of strange beasts in the deserted mountains. It will attack any living creature that appears in front of it.
For example, like this."
He put his two fingers together and waved at will, causing all the light chains to break.
Snap.
The brown mud broke free from its restraints and fell to the ground, slowly squirming as if it had lost most of its activity.
The next moment,
The brown mud suddenly rose up and transformed into the shape of a giant python with a diameter as large as a truck. It opened its bloody mouth and pounced towards Li Ang.
This chapter has been completed!