The blurry scenery around Cheng Lin quickly became clear.
The first is light.
It was a dark night before he turned the pages of the book, but now, when the blur dissipated, bright sunlight poured in.
It was bright all around.
A slightly cold wind blew from nowhere, blowing up a corner of his white clothes and scattering the few stars.
"This is... plateau?"
Cheng Lin was surprised.
He found himself sitting cross-legged on a gentle slope, surrounded by some greenery and low vegetation.
The cold wind probably comes from the snowy mountains in the distance.
Yes.
When he looks into the distance, there is no obstacle.
Here is a vast and boundless wilderness, with some shallow green vegetation growing on the barren land.
No city or buildings can be seen, and the line of sight can be projected far, far away without obstruction.
On the barren land, there is a long river not far away. It is not big, just a small river, but it continues to the snow-capped mountains in the distance. It is probably a tributary of the snow-capped mountains.
Look further forward.
Until the horizon, it was suddenly blocked by the tall mountains.
Going up the mountains in the distance, you can see the rare bright sky.
Cheng Lin had become accustomed to the dark clouds above his head during this period. At this time, seeing the blue sky made him feel a little uncomfortable.
There are only some white clouds in the high and distant sky that are drifting rapidly, casting large shadows on the ground. However, these clouds are just embellishments.
The sky is overall blue and clear, and the atmosphere seems to be much thinner. The sunlight bursts down here without any hindrance, dazzling the eyes.
Looking back, you can see the people walking, sitting and lying nearby.
There is also a series of trucks.
The people were sitting on the ground to rest, and there were many people in white clothes walking among them, seeming to be preaching and commanding.
There are also people fetching water from the river.
There are far fewer trucks than there were originally.
Cheng Lin remembered that at first the number of trucks was like an endless queue, but now it is like an earthworm paralyzed on the plateau, with only a short section.
The nearly three million followers were distributed on both sides of the truck, wearing thick clothes, each carrying luggage and baggage, looking miserable and exhausted.
"Have you entered the Qingcang Plateau?"
Cheng Lin murmured.
According to the book, they should have entered the Qingcang Plateau.
Qingcang Plateau, also known as the Roof of the World, also known as the "Snowy Plateau" and the "Third Pole", is the highest plateau in the world, with an average altitude of 4,500 meters and an area of 2.5 million square kilometers. It starts from the Hengduan Mountains in the east and is bounded by the Hengduan Mountains in the south and west.
Himalayas, north to Kunlun Mountains.
Its territory is almost equivalent to a quarter of Xia Kingdom!
However, the population living here is pitifully small.
Cheng Lin, on the other hand, spent four months leading these three million people from the hinterland of Xia Kingdom into this barren land!
Further south, keep walking and you will enter the Himalayas, where the world's tallest Mount Everest stands!
"It seems so."
Cheng Lin was filled with emotion.
Four months later, at the snap of a finger, the specific things that happened inside were probably automatically deduced and completed by the program, which saved Cheng Lin from the pain of hard work.
"I was worried before, fearing that I would really have to walk for four months, but fortunately I can speed up."
"It's August, and the world should be almost flooded already."
"Could the twelve camps written in the book be established by my twelve apostles? According to the derivation, it is very possible."
"I don't know how they are doing now..."
Cheng Lin had many thoughts in his heart.
At this time, I suddenly heard footsteps.
He looked over immediately.
It's Joya.
The four-month escape made Qiao Ya change a lot.
Her face no longer had the urban girl temperament it once had, but instead was covered with perseverance that had gone through hardships and a trace of strange holiness.
She is no longer wearing a uniform with small lapels, but a white dress, the style of which is imitated by Cheng Lin.
Along the way, they collected many supplies.
In addition to food, which accounts for the largest proportion, there are also important items such as clothing and fabrics, iron tools, medical equipment, and energy blocks.
And it was Qiao Ya who took the initiative and bought a lot of white cloth and changed it into simple robes.
It was distributed to Cheng Lin's first tens of thousands of followers.
Because she was more familiar with Cheng Lin, she became the leader of the followers, and thus had a certain say.
At first some officials did not understand her decision to purchase white cloth and expressed opposition.
But in the end, the director sided with Qiao Ya.
So the purchase went ahead.
Later, under the leadership of Qiao Ya, a tower-shaped governing structure was established, and tens of thousands of white-clad followers were used to maintain the transfer of a million-strong team.
Perhaps it was influenced by old thinking, or perhaps it was deliberate reference and learning.
Subtly, through such means, a governing structure similar to the medieval Holy See was established.
Successfully made up for the lack of control over the entire team caused by the lack of manpower in the government.
At this point, those officials suddenly understood something.
He also became more serious about Qiao Ya.
If we say that at the beginning, what Cheng Lin showed was just simple personality worship.
Now, through Qiao Ya's operations, a governing model based on Cheng Lin's personality cult has gradually emerged.
…
It is worth mentioning that a lot of grain seeds were collected during the journey.
The supplies were put on their only remaining truck, and everyone walked.
They were escorted into the plateau along the way, which was not as difficult as outsiders.
In the absence of strong government manpower, he led these millions of people, convoying and walking, away from the dangerous but resource-rich hinterland of the Xia Kingdom, and into the roof of the world, which is known to be extremely desolate.
This is incredible no matter how you hear it.
Among them, the ruling structure of the followers in white is only a small factor, the most important one...is Cheng Lin.
As a spiritual leader, he has become the last spiritual pillar of millions of people in these troubled times.
His words are extremely powerful.
“There are many flocks of sheep living on the plateau. The sheep are so stupid that they don’t know how to think. They only know how to follow the leader.
If the head sheep faces east, the flock will head east; if the head sheep heads west, the flock will head west. It is unreasonable...
It may not be appropriate to say this, but how can these millions of people be smarter than sheep?
The prophet is the leader of the people,
That’s why we were able to lead them here, but... I still don’t understand the prophet’s thoughts.”
These words were spoken to Qiao Ya by the director who was recovering from his injuries on the day the team officially entered the plateau.
When I said these words, the team was moving forward.
Cheng Lin, dressed in white, walked at the front of the team, in the most conspicuous position. He looked neither happy nor sad, like an ascetic monk.
Although the people in the rear were exhausted, as long as they saw that figure, they seemed to have the strength to move forward.
…
When Qiao Ya saw Cheng Lin, she suddenly recalled what the director said to her that day.
He couldn't help but stare at Cheng Lin quietly for a while.
When she saw Cheng Lin looking over, she lowered her gaze and approached respectfully: "Master Prophet, can I give today's report?"
Cheng Lin looked at her blankly, and then a piece of information appeared in his mind.
Only then did he "remember" that in the past four months, Qiao Ya would come to report to him almost every day during the break.
However, Cheng Lin never commented and seemed not to hear a word at all.
Even though this is the case, Qiao Ya still does it every day.
These are the plots of the four months that were quickly skipped.
Cheng Lin saw Qiao Ya at this moment and suddenly felt that her appearance was very familiar, so he stared at her quietly.
"Master Prophet?"
Qiao Ya felt uncomfortable looking at him. After a while, she finally asked tentatively: "Do you have anything to tell me?"
Cheng Lin looked away, with a strange smile on his face: "It's okay. If you want to report, just say so."
He finally remembered where this familiarity came from.