The plane slowly landed above the city of Yan Xia, Zhu Jue leaned against the window, and the scene outside the window attracted all his eyes.

Zhu Jue arrived in Rongxia City at noon. In this era, aircraft landing naturally does not require runway buffering, but a vertical lift similar to a helicopter after reaching the designated position.

At first, it was located hundreds of meters above the sky. Zhu Jue saw the large statue of the god covered in golden sunshine and emitting a holy and inviolable momentum, including Guan Yu holding the Qinglong Yanyue Sword and stroking his beard with one hand, Qin Qiong standing with two maces and one foot, and a boy next to him serving him. I don’t know which sacred Buddha statue it was...

They stand at the peak of the city, with a gold-plated platform under them, and further down there are tall towers carrying them, with windows on all sides, and blue-light metal and stones shining inside. At first glance, these towers do not seem to be used to live in people, but simply worship the existence of these gods.

However, these tall towers do not exist independently, but are connected to each other with bridge-shaped aisles, surrounding a temple building that looks extremely grand.

In front of the temple, there are two towers with much thinner size than those around them, with black inscriptions engraved on them:

"Swear to save all living beings from suffering and wish to release the light of compassion."

Between the tower and the temple, a giant statue of a god more than ten meters high, looks like an evil ghost, spitting under fangs, but gilt armor on his body. His right hand is against a long sword that is on the ground, and his index finger and middle finger stand forward side by side, as if pointing at the demons and monsters in front of him, he will slash down the next moment.

"Brahma Mingwang Temple! Take photos! It's noon now, and it's a good time for pilgrimage!"

A passenger next to him was excitedly slapped the seats and wanted his companions to take photos quickly. Zhu Jue quietly wrote down the name of the temple.

After passing this building, the plane landed again, and gradually appeared in front of Zhujue. Unlike the modern technological landscape of Yecheng, the buildings in Rongxia City are mostly tall buildings that are stuck together, with a square or round shape. Although the outer part of the superstructure is equipped with a large number of mechanical parts and giant pipes, and there may be various colors of lights flashing in it, the decorations on the tall stone walls and the architectural style that have a quaint sense themselves have been perfectly combined with it, as if this should be the case here.

Hundreds of white doves flew past the window, and the speed of the plane slowed down repeatedly and finally arrived inside Rong Xiacheng. The window on Zhujue faced the wide wall outside, with a large screen hanging on it, and a blurry pixel-like little man was riding a tall horse running on the screen.

It was clearly an ancient image in Zhujue's era, but it seemed a bit strange and novel at this time.

As the height drops, various advertising lights began to appear, such as coastal baths, Tianyi wine pavilions... Most of them are written in Chinese regular script, and some Zhujue can't understand them, such as the words of other countries in Southeast Asia in their previous lives. In a short while, Zhujue could not see too much, because the plane was about to land, and the surroundings were filled with smoke and dust.

"Welcome to Rong Xiacheng!"

With the broadcast in the plane, Zhu Jue got up and followed the people out. He walked out of the plane. He realized that the airport here was actually in the shape of an octagonal, one plane and one airport, and there were stone railings with small statues of gods a hundred meters away around him.

He took the passenger cart from the airport to the airport to receive the wind chime. During the waiting time, Zhu Jue called the contact number of the video provider's elder brother. According to the agreement, he would come to pick him up.

Finally, I met him on the side of the road outside the airport, a man who looked a bit similar to the young man in the video.

"My name is Wu Jing, you are the person from the weird studio... only one?"

Regarding the situation of the weird studio, Wu Jing also heard his younger brother talk about it several times. He knew that this was a very famous studio recently. He thought he would come to a group of people, but he only saw a strange cat with three tails around him. The psychological gap was still a bit big.

"Yes, I have always been responsible for the shooting work we go out here...why should we find a place to chat slowly?"

Zhu Jue didn't spend time explaining why he came to shoot alone, so he asked casually.

"Of course, my car is right next to it."

He pointed to a nearby taxi, and then Zhu Jue realized that he was driving a taxi.

No wonder I have to come here to pick him up in person on weekdays...

When he got into the car, Zhu Jue subconsciously looked around the environment inside the car. Most of the places were almost the same as those in Yecheng's taxi. What attracted him attention was the ornament on the rearview mirror in the car.

A black mask and a string of colorful beads.

"This is the habit of people who rent out renters here. Hanging something that has been lighted in the temple on the rearview mirror can ensure safety."

It seemed that he had noticed Zhu Jue's gaze, Wu Jing continued,

"My brother is Wu Rui. Some time ago, I found a job in the statue hall to paint the statue and do maintenance. The salary of this job may be lower than that of me who runs for rent. However, in our case, this kind of job has been become a servant of the God of Secretariat. Even if the salary is low, it is someone who has to rush to do it. It can accumulate blessings and be rich in the next life..."

"Oh, so there is such a saying."

Zhu Jue scratched the chin of the wind chime, and heard Wu Jing in the front seat talk about these ideas in religions, but he didn't care much.

As modern science and technology develop, humans' exploration of themselves and various fields on this planet can be said to have broken through to a certain level. But even so, even if there are hundreds of scientific methods to prove the absence of gods on the issue of faith, it still does not prevent these devout believers from placing the illusory afterlife on these existences that are also "the dragon sees its head but not its tail".

"How did Wu Rui die? You seem to say in the communication that he died very...a bit special?"

I wanted to say miserable, but after thinking about it, it was a bit inappropriate to say this in front of the deceased's family, so I could only change my words temporarily.

"He was killed by a monster!"

Wu Jing, who had been a little hesitant during the communication, finally said what he wanted to say in the car.

"He died at his own home, his flesh and blood had been turned out and wounds were everywhere. It was simply...Do you mind if I played the sutra of rebirth and praying for him?"

Speaking of this, Wu Jing choked up again, raised his hand and placed it on a button in the car, looked up at Zhu Jue through the rearview mirror and asked.

"It's okay, you can let it go."

In fact, Zhu Jue was a little concerned, but he looked at Wu Jing in front of him with a sad look as if a man was crying, so he really couldn't say anything. After all, he still had to rely on this man to obtain information.

After Wu Jing was allowed to press the switch, a strange-toned chant of scriptures sounded in the car. He did not have the peace and gloriousness that he imagined, but instead felt a little sad and sad emotions lingered in it.

"What kind of scripture is this? How come this tone sounds a bit weird."

Wu Tong's voice came from the headphones. He and Li Qinglian had been connecting with Zhu Jue's shooting equipment. The scene they saw when the plane landed just now made them amazed for a long time, and they regretted not coming with Zhu Jue.

"I heard Wu Jing said it was the sutra of rebirth... I heard that the name is a scripture specially prepared for the deceased's prayer, and it seems that it is normal to have some strange tone."

Li Qinglian said from the side.

Zhu Jue did not listen to the discussion between the two. He just felt that his condition seemed a little strange. He felt that he was inexplicably calm when he listened to the chanting of scriptures.

But this kind of calm is not like the ancient well Wubo, but is slightly compulsory, the calm before the storm...it makes people feel depressed and inexplicably depressed.

However, for Zhu Jue, who has been wandering around his mental breakdown all day long, this state cannot affect him. He turned his eyes out of the car window and diverted his attention by looking at the scene on the street.

As the taxi traveled between the cities, the interior of Rong Xia City finally appeared in front of Zhu Jue's eyes.

Zhujue could still see many modern buildings on the way from the airport. When he arrived at a crossroads, Zhujue realized that it was a little different.

At the intersection, there is a signpost about 5 meters high and is built into the shape of a flag. There is also a red and green sleeping dragon on the top. In addition to the function of the traffic light, it is also responsible for displaying the names of the surrounding roads.

Zhu Jue came from the airport in the south, and the intersection in the west showed Rong Xia New City. It looked similar in the sky before, but now when Zhu Jue came in front of him, he found that the street there was the same as Yecheng. Most taxis were walking there, and people were dressed similarly to Yecheng. There were two cheongsam beauties several meters tall who were developed through virtual projection on both sides of the street.

The intersection in the north shows Rongxia tourist attractions. Zhu Jue looked over and saw a large number of pavilions and towers and many things with the ancient culture of Southeast Asia. There were also many taxis walking there. The people inside were also a bit mixed, including tourists wearing down jackets, colorful headphones, and taking photos from all over the place, as well as long gowns and jackets. They should have been wearing locals in order to match the ancient style here, as well as monks wearing monk robes, cloth bags, brass bells, and shady hats.

The vehicle turned right, and Zhu Jue entered the east - Rongxia Religious District.

There are few tourists from other places here, and the number of people wearing cotton coats and monk's clothes has increased. Occasionally, many pedestrians wearing cloth cloaks can be seen passing by, and I don't know what their origins are.

The buildings here are more old than the other two. Although the two buildings on both sides of the street are also connected by a hundred-meter-high building and a loft corridor built in mid-air, they should be buildings that have existed for a long time in terms of color and exterior decoration.

"We can only drive here. Wu Rui's residence is further inside. No cars are allowed to enter there, which will disturb the monks who practice cultivation... Are you okay?"

Wu Jing stopped the car on the street paved with bluestone and said.

"Ah? I'm fine, I'm just shocked by the scene here."
Chapter completed!