After leaving the forest sea where the mountain courtyard is located, everything at first glance is gray-white, flat, and nothing else. Zuo Zhuzhi's face changed slightly, and he followed Shuo Yu closely. He was big and had an obvious target, so it was not easy to lose him.
Shuo Yu pushed him two steps away and said helplessly, "Just follow, don't stick to me."
Zuo Zhuzhi sneered and turned to ask Zhan Changfeng, "Clan leader, have you thought of a place to go?"
"Go south." Zhan Changfeng used the location of the boundary gate as a reference. The cave should be south of the boundary gate. Once she got close to the approximate location, she could determine the specific location based on the area shown on the ancient map.
Zhan Changfeng blessed the spirit boat with a concealment formation and rushed south quickly. Wu Feiyu sat on the side of the boat, looking at the gray land below, wondering, "Why didn't I see other buildings or people after coming out of the forest sea? , do people in this world only live in oases similar to the forest sea?"
"There are very few oases in the world like the mountain courtyard. They are usually hidden together with the hidden Taoist sects. The few exposed oases are controlled by some big forces, and most ordinary people live In the dungeon."
"The gray-white land in this world is not suitable for the growth of trees and agriculture, and there is no prerequisite for the survival of wild animals. However, their underground water system is very developed and contains many fish and aquatic plants. They usually make a living on this."
Zhan Changfeng is involved in the customs of all walks of life and talks about the news he knows.
"In the era when monks lived in seclusion, there were two types of surnames in the Small Rope World. One was the high caste living in the oasis, and the other was the low caste living underground. If the low caste wanted to enter the oasis, they could only sell themselves into slavery. In addition, Because the lower castes have lived in caves underground for many years and relied on underground rivers to survive, they are short in stature, with pointed faces and pale skin. It is said that they are only half a person tall."
"Dwarves?" Shuo Yu felt a hint of kindness. There was also a group of dwarves in his hometown, but they lived in tree holes and were very insidious and cunning. Many tribes did not like to deal with them, but the gods they forged Weapons are the most powerful, and even acquired holy treasures can be refined.
He thought again, "No, Shanyuan claims to recruit disciples from the public. Among so many disciples, there seems to be no human race with these characteristics."
"The young ones can't see anything. Those elders with no cultivation are just like rich idlers." Wu Feiyu smiled, "The Shanyuan said it is for the people, it is not just for the high castes in other oases. People."
"Who knows." She also heard the term "government troops" from the unobstructed transmissions of the Taoist priests. If it refers to high-caste people, since they have been accepted, there is no resistance.
"Resistance" has the connotation of a strong enemy and a weak one. How could a group of monks use this word for nothing.
But it's none of their business.
The spirit boat traveled three thousand miles a day. On the second day, Zhan Changfeng discovered human traces. He swerved over and saw a small oasis.
"Hey, why are there still a row of iron boxes parked over there? The oasis seems to be surrounded by a layer of power, but it's not the real power." Zuo Zhuzhi drew out the arrow and was eager to try, "But you want me to go and see where it is?" Is anyone here?"
"There is no expert." Zhan Changfeng's spiritual mind swept across the entire oasis and found the source of the power. He was slightly surprised, "There is such a mechanism. It can use the power of natural sources to control powers that ordinary people cannot control."
What's interesting is that this machine is hidden in an underground stone chamber, and is surrounded by a group of dwarf humans holding strange instruments and wearing gray and white cloaks. This instrument looks exactly like a firecracker.
Looking at the ground, there are tiled houses with wood and stone structures, which are luxurious and elegant, but tall people are huddled in the houses. There are short people standing neatly on both sides of the street, and behind them, on the snow-white courtyard wall, there are paintings. The shocking red letters were like thunder on the ground, and shouts came from a temple in the southeast, "Down with the demons and monsters!"
"I control my own life!"
"Eradicate the evil spirits and return my rivers and mountains!"
"Abolish the caste system, and the spring of the free people is coming!"
"Human beings are the masters of heaven and earth. Break caste discrimination and defeat cows, ghosts, gods, and snakes!"
"To hell with the damn gods!"
“Long live free government!”
A golden statue was carried down from the shrine by two short men and moved to the center of the courtyard. A group of armed men escorted dozens of tall men and women wearing gold and silver, forcing them to witness this great moment.
But they didn't buy it. They were sad and angry, "You are born slaves and shady rats and ants. Sooner or later you will get retribution!"
"God, open your eyes quickly and accept them!"
A low-caste man who looked like a leader looked at them with disdain and pity, "While you were still trapped in the dream of thousands of years, we opened all the underground rivers in the Lia continent and traveled all over the world. While you were still holding When we fought with swords, guns and swords, we invented thermal weapons, and while you were praying to gods and worshiping Buddha, we were ready to return to the ground and declare war on you and the gods who never favored us!"
He shouted loudly, "Melt their gods!"
A large vat of rotten liquid was lifted up, and the golden statue was about to topple over...
Several screams were heard from the crowd, and some people fainted in grief.
Zhan Changfeng swept across the temple plaque. By coincidence, it was the temple of King Donglin.
The servants of gods in the temple were anxious. This servant of gods was a low-caste person who turned into a ghost by chance. Because he was enlightened by King Donglin, he took the position of servant of gods and managed the faith here for King Donglin. He himself also To be nourished by faith and cultivate to survive.
It's just that he died very early. In his mind, these low-caste people who lived underground and lived an ignoble life all day long were barbaric and ignorant. When he recalled his life, he couldn't help but despise him, but he was no longer that low-caste person. He is not a high-caste person, he is a servant of God!
He is the messenger between these high-caste people and the gods!
These high-caste people have to crawl at his feet!
He has to stop this!
But his spells have no offensive power. He can only help people find things and rely on dreams. Because he has not yet reached the level of cultivation, he cannot even reveal his true form in front of mortals.
Even if he could reveal his true form, his true form was still that stupid look that he couldn't help but despise.
Ah, no, if he shows his true identity, will these low-caste people pursue him in turn?
Unfortunately not. The servant of the god denied it again, mustering up his meager strength, blowing the cloak and kicking down a small ornament. Seeing that the golden statue of the god was about to be pushed into the vat, he opened his mouth eagerly. , just like catching fish in the underground river, biting the wrist of the statue bearer fiercely.
The person carrying the statue felt a sudden pain in his wrist, and when he looked down, he suddenly saw a row of tooth marks on his wrist, with blood dripping out.
He was so frightened that his hands shook, and the golden statue fell into the rot, making a hissing sound, and bursts of yellow mist steamed up.
