Chapter 75: Overgrown temples (8)
Autumn Water City is a veritable beauty. It is located on the flat ground, and the meandering stream runs through the city.
There are no other differences except for differences in main business, which lead to differences in personnel composition and building functions.
The temple is still firmly in the center of the city, receiving prayers every day.
Yan Zhengyan rummaged through the temples carefully, and found the Buddhist scriptures in the same location, in addition, he did not discern the difference between it and the previous two temples.
Temples, temples, in addition to Buddha statues, wooden fish, and Buddhist beads, right?
This cause and effect is also too big. Although it may not be a big deal for the main system, it is definitely not so kind to help bear it.
Yan Zhengyan, who thought 180 days was a bit long, felt a sense of urgency.
The whole world is a range of activities, and it is impossible to complete a large area.
Nowadays, even the places where the exploration degree is fixed are gone. Obviously, it is very difficult to brush the world exploration degree to 100% or to find unknown causal products.
Sure enough, the main system is targeting me, right? Yan Zhengyan complained in pain.
The task remains to be done.
She left the temple empty-handed and quietly observed the autumn water city from top to bottom.
This city is themed on tours, and the surrounding people will always travel in the order they have already arranged when they go to their individual vacations.
The city is full of scenery, and the artificial atmosphere is obvious.
Every day here is full of bustling people, but it is not noisy.
It seems that it is not so much to travel, but to complete the task of travel. Everyone is so serious and follows the planned route.
Hiding in the rigid crowd, Yan Zhengyan felt more and more uncomfortable.
She listened to the subordinate's routine report to the deputy of the city, such as how many people should arrive today, how many people actually arrived, a certain scenery needs to be repaired and so on.
Thinking that the first few cities were so strict, Yan Zhengyan finally understood the origin of the strange feeling: In this world, it seems that there is no personal freedom, everything is prescribed, according to the rules, Or dogmatically, it seems to be a must.
Just like the holiday travel of ordinary people, where each person wants to visit at a certain time of day, everything is arranged.
And the aborigines seem to have no internal contradictions, no one thinks about changing their identity and status, all live in peace, even the slaves work hard, and the high-ranking people are conscientious and conscientious, not slack and enjoyment.
In this way, this world is a real "Utopia", "Eden", or "Utopia", in short, a thriving beautiful and peaceful.
From another point of view, this is also equivalent to a pool of dead water: everyone lives without self, just objects carrying the teachings of the supreme Buddhist religion.
It is difficult for outsiders to comment on whether it is good or unwilling.
Why did you suddenly become artistic? Yan Zhengyan patted his face and returned to the Qiushui City temple.