In the afternoon, it started to rain.
The pitter-patter of rain accompanied the autumn wind, causing the temperature to drop by several degrees.
But in the bookstore, the temperature was still a comfortable 20 degrees.
Ling Ping'an sat at the counter and filled out his electronic contract.
First, the title of the book, the author's name, and then all kinds of electronic signatures.
After everything was done, he clicked send.
Not long after, the editor on the other side sent a received emoji.
Ling Ping'an snapped his fingers. "It's done!"
Then, he looked at his current data.
172 collections, 210 recommendations.
Not bad!
He crossed his legs and began to look forward to his results after the recommendation.
The Five Whites of the Central Plains...
Your opponent is here!
He curled his lips slightly and was very pleased with himself.
Just like every time before, he was still full of confidence this time.
He even changed his penguin tag -- a man will be a youth until he dies!
… …
Han Li walked out of the cave she was hiding in.
The sunlight fell on her body. The demon hunter's figure was enchanting and voluptuous, and her skin was moist and shiny.
A pair of eyes shone like gems.
The murmurs in her ears were no longer as murmuring as before.
Instead, there was a different smell.
Savoring it carefully, it seemed to be some kind of radio wave, just like the Morse code from a long time ago.
However, it was extremely chaotic and illogical.
However, Han Li felt that she could understand some of it.
Zizi... Zizi...
She reached out and gently bowed to the sunlight in front of her.
Some things in the light were slowly lifted by her.
These were psionic power!
She gently mixed them and wrapped the psionic power into silk threads.
Slowly, they were woven into a small dragon and wandered between Han Li's fingers.
With a light wave, the dragon turned into specks of light and dissipated in the air.
Behind Han Li, Xiao Ai was dumbfounded.
"It's equivalent to the control of false god level divine power..." she thought, "No! It should be the subtle control ability that only true gods have! "
As the bloodline of the sky-piercer clan, Xiao Ai had already recalled some of the past.
Through reading the Book of Escordale left behind by her father, Xiao Ai had a clearer understanding of the past of the sky-piercer clan.
Therefore, she knew that this was an ability that only true gods could possess.
With such an ability, as long as this human girl did not fall, she would definitely be able to hold the divine throne high and ignite the divine fire.
And the plane she was born in had hundreds of millions of people.
This meant that …
She could rely on this plane to establish her own divine system.
"Let's go!" Han Li turned around and waved at Xiao Ai. "We should report to Minister Wang!"
It was time to eliminate all the claws and strongholds that the Abyss had left on Earth.
Only by doing so would they be able to take the initiative in the upcoming war!
… …
Y'lisabet flapped her steel wings and dragged a huge Heretic's spawn to the sky above the Steel Temple.
He gently let go, and the descendant of Diablo fell into the center of the Steel Temple.
His flesh and soul were quickly disintegrated by the steel temple.
They turned into belts of psionic light that nourished the great palace.
"Not enough … Not enough!" Y'lisabet looked at it and gently shook her head.
She had already integrated the North American continent.
The humans kept reclaiming their lost land, and the descendants of the Evil God were pushed out of the range of the Doomsday Fortress.
In time?
Recovering the entire continent was no longer a dream.
But …
These descendants of the Evil Gods that remained on Earth were just inferior products that the Evil Gods that occupied Mars, the Moon, Jupiter, and the Sun loathed and abandoned.
For the Steel Temple, their quality was too low.
She raised her head?
The pair of emotionless and colorless eyes in her eye sockets looked at the sky.
In the depths of the starry sky!
Did she know?
Did she want to water the Steel Temple and make it a place for the soul of machines to stay in the human world?
To truly become a holy land for the great soul of machines to descend.
Then, she needed at least one Diablo?
As a sacrifice.
Watering it with its flesh and blood?
Sacrificing its soul.
"Take your time..." Y'lisabet landed in front of the temple.
The steel wings automatically retracted.
She raised her head?
Looking in front of the temple?
She squatted down in front of the two altars that were surrounded by the prayers of steel and machinery.
Inside the altar, colorful essences that were extracted from the souls and flesh of the descendants of the Evil God and his minions were placed.
She gently grabbed a handful.
These were all good things.
Compared to the Crystal of Diablo in the past?
They were much more useful!
They could not only be used as energy. A small grain could supply a steel factory with electricity for a day.
They were also food and medicine!
If it was diluted into clear water, one grain could save 10,000 people of steel from hunger and disease. It also had the effect of dispelling the pollution of the Diablo!
It was because of them that the new generation of the people of the Machinery Sect did not need to undergo mechanical modification surgery as soon as they were born.
The children could grow up healthy and happy like the children of the Void Storm.
That was the teaching of the Great Soul of Machines.
He said, "The way of steel is materialistic, because machinery is the truth."
And materialism had to recognize oneself.
Especially recognizing the fragility of one's own flesh and blood.
Only in this way would they understand the correctness of the holy prayer and truth of the soul of machines when they grew up. Only then would they be able to devote themselves to the path of steel and machinery.
But...
The real use of the extracted essence was to make mechanical relics.
Use them to go to the master in the fog in exchange for the classics from machinery and steel!
He gently let go of the book, and the beads of essence fell back into the altar.
Clatter, a crisp sound was heard.
"Not enough!" Y'lisabet said.
Mechanical relics were a kind of mechanical holy object mentioned by the Gatling Bodhisattva of Southern Wu in a lecture in the Mechanical Sutra.
The Mechanical Sutra also stated clearly: When observing the Gatling Bodhisattva, when he was deep in the Prajna Paramita, he saw that all laws were empty and destroyed all misfortune! Relic, a thousand is ten thousand, ten thousand is a thousand, and it is the same to receive ten million.
This was a mechanical holy object!
It was because of the Buddhist dharma that it could destroy all living beings and transcend all living beings.
Only such a treasure could be exchanged from the hands of the master in the fog in exchange for the sutra, so that the world could be saved and they could ascend to the mechanical heaven early!
It was precisely because of this that it was extremely difficult to refine.
Not only did it require the flesh and soul of countless descendants of the Diablo to extract the essence.
It also required hundreds of thousands of devout believers to recite the Mechanical Sutra every day.
With its Buddhist dharma, it could influence the evil thoughts that lingered in it, suppress and shatter the polluted consciousness in it.
In the end, it gathered into a mechanical relic.
It gathered the thoughts of the common people, refined the evil of the Diablo, and extracted the way of steel.
Thus, one grain was enough to destroy a world, shatter matter, extract the void, transcend everything, and transcend everything.
Even the future Buddha of Steam and Steel praised it: Relic is the image of all dharma. It has the image of a person, the image of me, and the image of all living beings. Holding one tube is better than holding two tubes... Many is good, great is beautiful. Amitabha, Amitabha!
Thinking of this, the Steel Sutra in Y'lisabet's hand shone brightly.
She flapped her wings and soared into the sky.
The Mechanical Saintess once again embarked on her journey.
For the true method...
She would do it at all costs!
… …
In the evening, the rain finally stopped.
A sanitation truck drove past the street.
Ling Ping'an sat at the counter, bored.
There were still zero customers today. Even his collection didn't increase much.
He leaned back in his chair and watched the news on TV.
"The Yongzhou Cauldron found in the River of Women has been identified by experts as genuine!"
"At present, the relevant departments are maintaining it..."
"It is estimated that in the second half of next year, the public will be able to see the true appearance of this treasure of civilization in the Imperial Capital Museum …"
"The discovery of the Yongzhou Cauldron in the Fuhao River further proves that since ancient times, the Nanzhou Kingdom has been a sacred and inviolable territory of the Federal Empire …"
Ling Ping'an listened and complained about his incompetence.
The missing Yongzhou Cauldron of the Qin Dynasty ran into the Fuhao River?
Could it be that the remnant people of the Shang Dynasty came back after going to the North Zhou Dynasty and took the Yongzhou Cauldron from the Sishui River?
How was this possible?
On the contrary, there was a saying on the Internet that was more practical.
The Sishui River was connected to the Huai River. The water of the Huai River carried the Yongzhou Cauldron to the sea. After passing through the ocean currents, it rushed into the Fuhao River after more than two thousand years.
This story …
Hmm …
It was as magical as the scallop that ran away a few years ago.
But at least it made sense.
At the very least, it couldn't be falsified in theory.
Of course, there was another explanation.
In fact, the Nine Cauldrons of Yin Shang and Zhou Dynasty were not the same set.
The merchants and the people of Zhou all had their own nine cauldrons.
Therefore, it made sense that a branch of the remnant people of Yin Shang brought the nine cauldrons across the North Zhou Continent and came to the South Zhou Dynasty via the road bridge.
However, whether this theory was true or not would depend on the follow-up to see if they could find evidence from the Yongzhou Cauldron that had been discovered.
Other than that, there were also some rumors on the Internet.
Some guys were really poisoned by feudal superstition.
They actually said that the Yongzhou Cauldron was a divine artifact and that one cauldron could suppress a country.
It was really a waste that these guys didn't write about it.
Thinking of this, the news on the television had already cut to the scene.
The land of the South Zhou was filled with singing and dancing.
The brothers and sisters of the Shang Dynasty even put on their traditional costumes and played the musical instruments left behind by their ancestors.
Amidst the melodious sound of the musical instruments, the people of the Shang Dynasty had tears streaming down their faces.
All of them had tears in front of the television.
The discovery of the Yongzhou Cauldron was a nuclear bomb-level event for the South Zhou and the North Zhou.
Outside the screen, there was a faint singing sound.
"The heavenly bird descended and gave birth to the Shang Dynasty. The Yin House and the Earth Light!"
The people sang and danced in the square and on the road.
Ling Ping'an looked at it and pursed his lips slightly. He smiled.
At this moment, his phone rang.
He picked it up and saw that it was a video sent by his aunt.
Ling Ping'an clicked on it and saw his aunt wearing a loose bathrobe, standing in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling mirror.
She looked at Ling Ping'an proudly, "Little Ping'an, look where I am?"
Ling Ping'an shook his head with a blank expression.
"I'm at the Mystic Bird Hotel in the South Zhou!" His aunt in the camera was arrogant, "And it's the super suite of the Mystic Bird Hotel!"
"One night, at least tens of thousands of yuan!"
Ling Ping'an was dumbfounded, "So expensive? Aunt, your unit is also willing to reimburse you? "
"Of course!" His aunt said happily, "Don't you see how much credit I've made!"
Ling Ping'an had an idea and asked, "Aunt, that Yongzhou Cauldron is related to you!?"
"Hehe!" His aunt laughed and was extremely proud of herself.
She waved an envelope in her hand. "See this?"
"The bonus inside..."
"That's right..." she thought for a moment and said, "It's tens of thousands!"
"So much money?" Ling Ping'an was shocked, "Then Aunt, you're rich!"
In his opinion, his aunt was at most an assistant.
Then, as a member of the team, she stayed in this hotel.
This was very normal.
Therefore, it was normal for the bonus to only be tens of thousands of yuan.
"Hehe!" His aunt laughed out loud, "Little Ping'an, do you want me to bring you something back?"
Ling Ping'an's head immediately shook like a rattle drum, "Aunt, I haven't even opened the things you brought back last time!"
Last time, the big and small bags that this aunt brought back from the North Zhou were all kept by Ling Ping'an.
It was mainly because he was lazy!
It was very troublesome to open the packaging.
His aunt's expression immediately turned a little ugly, "Little Ping'an!"
Ling Ping'an quickly changed the topic and said, "Aunt, Aunt, did my mother like to go to the Soul Tavern in the nearby park to drink?"
His aunt listened and frowned. She carefully recalled and replied, "I'm not very sure!"
Her sister was a true pride of the heavens!
At the age of 18, she was admitted to the Central University of the Federal Empire. At the age of 20, she received her graduation certificate in advance and switched to biology. At the age of 22, she inexplicably married an ordinary man.
At that time, she was still young. She was only a little more than three years old, so she couldn't remember clearly.
At the age of 23, she gave birth to a child. It was this little nephew.
As far as she could remember, her sister was always serious and serious.
Drinking?
Alright, she liked to drink a little.
But she rarely went out to drink.
"Why do you ask?" Li An'an asked.
"Last night, I found the puppet doll that my mother made personally from the Soul Tavern..." Ling Ping'an said.
"Oh..." Li An'an nodded. She didn't think too much about it. After all, when her sister died, she was actually only in her teens and was still in junior high school.
But on second thought, she felt strange, "Why did that doll stay in that tavern for so long?"
"I don't know!" Ling Ping'an said, "That's why I asked you!"
"Then I don't know either!" Li An'an pouted. She seemed to have thought of something. She took her phone and walked into the room, "Little Ping'an, Little Ping'an... Weiwei is here too. Do you want to say hello to Weiwei?"
As she said that, she was a little eager to give it a try.
Ling Ping'an knew at a glance that his aunt didn't have any good intentions. He quickly said, "Forget it..."
"Aunt, I still have something to do here... I'll hang up first!"
He immediately turned off the video.
Looking at the video that was turned off, Li An'an stomped her feet angrily.
"Useless guy!" She said angrily.
However...
On second thought, she thought of the sorority next month and was happy again.
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