Chapter 1102: Crossing to Chengshan

After staying in the hotel for two days and recovering their spirits, the visiting delegation Chen Chuan was in boarded the train to Vijayawada.

A day later, the train arrived at the outskirts of the central city. That day happened to be December 25th, and the Federation's New Year celebrations had already begun. From a distance, one could see a large number of colorful hot air balloons floating in the blue sky with white clouds.

It was now around two or three in the afternoon. The sun was bright but not scorching, and the gray and white Central Ridge Mountains could be seen stretching across the distant horizon.

The central city of Viagra is located on the first ridge of the mountain range, like a city on the top of a mountain. Although its terrain is high, the slope of the mountain is relatively gentle.

The densely packed buildings outside the city gradually spread outward along the slope, surrounded by radiating roads that stretched into the distance like the veins of a mountain range. Vehicles flowed on them constantly, reflecting flashes of light in the sun.

The smallest inland lake on the west coast, Qiyuan Lake, is like a blue mirror inlaid on the vast plain. The lake water is clear and transparent, reflecting the light of the sky and the shadows of the clouds.

The magnificent Taita River flows through the lake and stretches into the distance. There are large industrial areas on the plains on both sides of the river, dotted with neatly arranged factories and towering chimneys. One transport ship after another can be seen sailing along the river.

Perhaps because this is the city of fighters, or perhaps because the city management is of a high level, the spore mist that is everywhere in the central city of Serranocha is not seen here, and at least this beautiful scenery is not ruined.

After arriving here, they changed to a sightseeing ferry and went straight to the city along the river. Even though there were two fighters, Chen Chuan and Gui Zihan, on the boat, the municipal checkpoint did not show any signs of defense and let them pass immediately after confirmation.

The most famous beaver dam on the west coast of the federation is located at the outlet of Lake Suhara. When the ferry enters the lock later, it will go upstream as the water level rises. Passengers can admire the architectural scenery on both sides, pass through the layers of mountain gates, and finally climb to the inner harbor located high above.

While waiting to enter the gate, you can see the famous Broken Pillars Beach on both sides of the river, and the towering stone pillars remaining there. Some say that they were left by the first people, but after verification, these things can be traced back to at least 20,000 years ago, when the first people were still in the ignorant age, and such a huge project was by no means something that a simple ancient country could accomplish.

The federal academic community used this to prove that the Chu People were not the indigenous people of this land, but outsiders like them.

Chen Chuan looked at these magnificent stone pillars. He wondered how many countries and civilizations had been destroyed during the cold and silent periods in history. It was not surprising that such an ancient country had existed before. In fact, there were many similar relics in Dashun.

At this time, some people wearing tattered clothes, barefoot and with long hair were seen walking among the broken pillars. They seemed to be propping up some broken stone pillars and putting them back to their original positions. Every time they put a part up, they would put their hands together and salute the stone pillar.

He looks like a Zen practitioner.

The guides sent by the municipal government on the boat introduced them to the Zen monks from Xiaojue Temple. They were said to be cultivating the "awakening mind", so they came to straighten these ancient pillars. They said that they had straightened all of them, which meant they had realized their state of mind.

It turned out to be someone from Xiaojue Temple.

Chen Chuan was not surprised by this. In the early years, the two religions fought each other. After the Zen Buddhism lost, they crossed the sea to the east. Some people went to Yinglu, and one of them built a temple on the southern island of Savela.

The territory it occupies is not the five continents, but it is densely populated and has many Zen worshippers, so its influence cannot be underestimated. Many fighters have indeed emerged in the temple, such as Master Prabhakar of the previous federal delegation, who was born in Xiaojue Temple.

After watching for a while, someone saw that many Zen practitioners put small pieces of gravel on top, and asked curiously: "Can they put it together like this? Many of them have already broken into small pieces, right?"

"Yeah, without adhesives and fillers, you can just stack them up like building blocks. Can they be put together like this?"

As they were talking, someone pointed to the other side and said, "Look."

Everyone turned around and saw that a Zen master had pieced together a lot of broken stones into a rough whole. No one knew how much time it took him to put them together. There were still many gaps between the broken stones, but they could roughly make out the shape.

At this time, he slowly and carefully placed a relatively intact broken pillar on it, and everyone held their breath.

Sweat was dripping from the Zen master's face at this time, and his movements were extremely slow. When he finally released his hands, the pillar stood firmly on it.

However, before everyone could applaud, a gust of wind suddenly blew, and the pillar swayed a few times and fell down, and the rubble also collapsed with a crash, and dust and rubble splashed all over the Zen master's face, even some places were bleeding, and he was in a very embarrassing state for a moment.

While this situation made everyone feel sorry, it also caused a burst of laughter from the passengers on several nearby boats, as if they were very happy with the Zen master's embarrassment.

No one on Chen Chuan's side laughed, because many people could see that this Zen master had a pious heart and great ambition. Even though he failed, he did not feel annoyed or disappointed. Instead, he put his hands together silently for a moment, bent down again to pick up the rubble, which had become even smaller, and put it on top.

The passengers stared with interest, looking forward to the next time, as if they wanted him to succeed, but also seemed to want to see him fail again.

"Look there..." One of the passengers pointed to the distance again, revealing a look of surprise and disbelief. Everyone looked over there, and they were all shocked for a moment.

Because I saw several pillars that were put together again, but many of the connecting parts were actually scattered and lonely stones, which seemed to be sloppily piled up into a crooked "thin line". The most outrageous thing was that on this thin line was a nearly complete half of the column.

It was such a simple and joking assembly that actually propped up a pillar that was about 17 or 18 meters high, and it stood straight there, as if it was held in place by an invisible force.

This is incredible.

"This, this really won't fall down?" someone asked.

The guide said, "Don't worry, they are not like that. They were all erected by Zen masters. The earliest one is more than 500 years old, but it still stands tall today. This is a famous landscape in Asia."

Chen Chuan took a look and found that these Zen masters were not ordinary people, but they did not use any spiritual power when stacking and splicing.

The same is true for the big pillar.

However, he could see a slight pulling force between the pillars. This force seemed to unite the earth and the mountains. This was most likely the result of a wide-ranging secret ritual that had existed in the past. Although it was very weak now, it still existed there, just like the wind in the forest, which existed for a while and disappeared the next.

But if there is a person with keen perception, he can put the broken pieces of stone on it at the moment the secret ceremony appears, and he will be able to be in harmony with the ceremony and stand on it without moving.

And any subsequent stacking cannot have the slightest loophole, and each step must coincide with it exactly, otherwise all previous efforts may be wasted. The more external objects are embedded in the ritual, the more difficult it becomes, and the more of a test it is to one's inner feelings. So while it looks like supporting a pillar, it is actually refining the mind, or as Zen says - awakening the mind.

As they were watching, the ferry passed through one water gate after another, and their line of sight gradually rose. It seemed as if they were sailing in the sky, and the buildings on the plain fell down below. This novel experience made people exclaim in amazement.

After climbing up floor by floor, we finally arrived at the Inner Harbor, where two high-rise buildings stood opposite each other, connected by a staircase. The exterior walls were decorated with shiny light blue glass curtain walls, with a huge West Coast flag pattern in the middle.

There are two huge advertising screens on the exterior walls of the two high-rise buildings, and the silvery-white biofilm surface shines brightly in the sun.

On both sides of the road stood black curved frames that were over five meters high. These were the Federation's more distinctive field information frames, similar to the boundary points of Dashun.

At this time, the guide said: "Please connect and log in to the city platform of Vi Asia Central City. After completing the identity verification, you can enjoy comprehensive city services."

The Federation uses the "cochlear worm" implant here, but it has been skillfully adjusted and modified by technical personnel and can now directly connect to the opponent's field platform.

Generally this situation is not allowed and is considered private connection, but the visiting delegation is special. After exchanging views with the central city, they were granted a license and were allowed to use this connection and communication method during the visit.

After clicking a few times, everyone logged into the platform, and the surrounding scene suddenly became vivid, with various information and sounds jumping and flashing on the light screen in front of the interface, constantly refreshing. In the distance, the place where the information rack originally existed was also filled with various information screens.

The most common content is information about fighting events, and detailed information is recorded for each fighter, including past matches, number of wins and losses, personality traits, winning rate, popularity index, etc.

It also displays the bets and odds, so you can easily buy tickets and place bets with just a click. Of course, you don't have to bother looking at it. As long as you buy the service, you can leave it to the active or inactive consciousness of the city, and they will take care of it and place bets for you, and remind and notify everyone of changes in wealth at any time.

However, the visiting delegation has rules and regulations and cannot participate in such activities, otherwise it is easy for others to find fault with them and leak the team's internal secrets.

After Chen Chuan arrived here, he suddenly had a vague feeling. He looked up into the sky and felt as if a force from high above was watching him.

At this moment, the light curtain flashed in front of it, and a woman in a white robe and long silver hair appeared a few steps away. At the same time, an unusually ethereal and gentle voice came:

"Hello, Mr. Chen. I am Alura, the active consciousness manager of the Viagra Central City. I am here to serve you. Is there anything you need?"

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(End of this chapter)

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