"Nothing happened, Lord Lu, this is the case." The old monk did not lie, and reported his experience to Lu Xinghe in detail.

After hearing this, Lu Xinghe said with a serious expression: "Be serious? Are you trapped in Yizhi Temple?"

The old monk nodded repeatedly, but he only said that he was trapped when he went to Yizhishi Temple, but he did not say that there were treasures in the temple. First, the old monk did not recognize those treasures very much, and second, even though he felt that the treasures were extraordinary, he did not want to say more. He just wanted to save his life, and it was not like he was a damn good at Fang Zheng.

But after hearing this, Lu Xinghe was furious: "What a demon monk, how dare you seize the monk under my prince? You really don't know how to live or die!"

The old monk stood beside him and shivered, not daring to say more.

Lu Xinghe didn't talk nonsense to him, turned around and left, muttering: "Just a demon monk, wait for me to report to the prince, let's see how you die!"

While talking, Lu Xinghe had already walked away.

The old monk looked at Lu Xinghe's back and sighed: "Oh... the sky is about to collapse!"

Fang Zheng didn't know that he was being missed again.

At this moment, he was walking on the streets of Anton City with a relaxed look on his face, pulling a lone wolf that has become a normal native dog, laughing.

I have been to this world for so long. He has been to Yuze County many times, but this is the first time I have been to Andong Dacheng.

The Great City of Andong is much larger than Yuze County. A big river divides the city into two, and the ships on the river are connected into pieces, and the horns shouted by workers on the dock can be heard from miles or beyond.

After a closer look, Fang Zheng was surprised to find that it was not that the workers had loud voices, but that someone was shouting with something similar to a loudspeaker.

Fang Zheng looked at it curiously for a long time. When an old man fishing next to him saw this, he laughed and said, "Stop looking, it is a magic weapon that can amplify people's voices, so it sounds very loud."

Fang Zheng said in surprise: "Magic instrument? Isn't that something that only practitioners would use?"

The old man laughed and pulled the fishing rod hard. The fishing line on the fishing rod was actually taken back by himself. The old man said, "This is also a magic weapon. A magic weapon is not a magic weapon, but it is not that precious."

Fang Zheng became even more curious: "Donor, can you tell me about this magic weapon?"

The old man was idle and bored, and he was also very talkative. He pointed to a building in the distance and said, "Did you see that tall building?"

Fang Zheng looked into the distance and saw a building. The building could not be said to be particularly high, but there were also ten floors high. Fang Zheng didn't care much at the beginning. After all, he came from the earth, and it was no longer surprising that he could see dozens of floors every day.

What's more, these dozens of layers?

Seeing that Fang Zheng hadn't noticed the point yet, the old man reminded: "In your memory, is there any wood that can build such a tall building?"

Fang Zheng suddenly realized that there is no reinforced concrete in this world, only wood!

Although it is the world of practitioners, although the world has a high concentration of spiritual energy and the earth, stones and plants are stronger than those on the earth, it is impossible to rely on wood to support such a tall building.

Fang Zhengdao: "That's also a magic weapon?"

The old man shook his head and said, "It cannot be said that it is a magic weapon, it is the effect of the blessing of the formation. Now, if there is no one in an engineering team who knows how to build a formation, he will not be able to survive."

Speaking of this, the old man looked at Fang Zheng with a smile and said, "You are not a local, are you?"

Fang Zheng nodded.

The old man said, "That's right. I heard that all the practitioners in the world are above and above. But Jing Kingdom is different. Emperor Jing is far-sighted and sets rules early on, so that practitioners are equal to all living beings!

As long as the battle between practitioners does not affect ordinary people, Jingguo will not care about it. However, if someone dares to do evil, the law of Jingguo will definitely kill it.

In the face of the powerful national power of Jingguo, those high-ranking practitioners were pulled down from the clouds and began to integrate into the lives of ordinary people.

At the same time, Jingguo has a Shenji Pavilion, which is responsible for developing how to transform the power of practitioners into things that ordinary people can use.

Although most of the weapons they developed were war weapons, these technologies can also be used for civilian use after being reduced.

Many monks are destined to be unable to ask for immortality. After their future is broken, they will join the Shenji Pavilion, or join the civil organization, and use their own power to do something, either for fame or for profit.

In short, magic weapons are rare, but practical magic weapons among the people are not rare."

Fang Zheng couldn't help but feel shocked when he heard this.

He has not been here for a long time and has not seen many people. Although he has been to Yuze County, he always goes to buy something and leaves. He has never had any in-depth contact with people, nor has he noticed that there are still magical instruments among the people.

Now I heard it, I was really shocked.

Not that I was shocked by the functions of these magical instruments, after all, these functions have also been achieved by the technology on earth.

He was just shocked by the brain circuit of people in this world, and actually transformed the power of practitioners into civilian technology.

"It seems that I cannot underestimate the people in this world. The Buddha said that he brought me a big world, not a small world like the earth. The so-called big one seems to be not only the larger land, but also contains more meanings. If I have time, I should walk more..."

Fang Zheng said goodbye to the old man while sighing in his heart.

Knowing the existence of magic weapons, Fang Zheng paid more and more attention to these details when he walked in the streets and alleys.

Sure enough, he saw many small things he hadn't noticed before.

For example, the windmill hanging on the hawker's cart is clearly without wind, but it can turn itself.

For example, the waiter in the restaurant said, his voice came out with a crisp and loud voice, which was spread far but did not shock his ears...

For example, those lanterns actually have no candles inside, but a talisman!

"Amitabha, this world is interesting." Fang Zheng smiled.

At this moment, a noisy business attracted Fang Zheng's attention. He heard the sound and saw a man standing under a thirteen-story building, raising his head and cursing: "Who is so unqualified? Are you littering? My parents didn't teach you that you shouldn't throw garbage? There is something that my mother gave birth to and didn't teach her! I'm spitting!"

As soon as he started to curse, a few more people gathered around him and followed him to curse.

"Isn't it? I don't know who got the thousand-die recently, and I always litter! The trash can is just downstairs. Can't you throw it down and throw it away?"

"Maybe they are disabled, they can't get down the building, right?"

"He probably just littered and was crippled?"

People cursed for a long time.

Finally, the upstairs seemed to be unable to bear it anymore. A woman opened the window and cursed at the bottom: "What are you yelling at? You don't eat at noon or take a nap? It's so noisy!"

Everyone was in a position of fault and then they dispersed.
Chapter completed!