The next day, at Ren Ruofeng's request, Fang Ning opened another light door in the place of bloodshed. But this light door leads to the sun.
Soon, they will use magnets to store large amounts of energy from the sun.
We must know that the solar energy that humans can use now is a drop in the bucket compared to what the sun emits every year. It is still a bit reluctant to describe it with a drop of water in the ocean.
Arriving near the sun, this big fireball unbridledly emitted blazing light into the starry sky, making it difficult to look directly at it.
However, Fang Ning still watched as he wanted. He was using a system perspective, and his body was under the care of the uncle. He was not afraid that this little light would blind his eyes.
"By the way, when I saw this big fireball, I suddenly remembered something. Monk Zhinan and the black robe had done a research before, which was to use the energy of this world to convert the energy of the mysterious side. It seems that there are preliminary results... "Fang Ning looked at the sun and suddenly remembered something that had been forgotten for a long time.
"It must be gone now. After all, he and Heipao have become real monks. As you know, monks can do anything but invent and create..." the uncle gloated.
Fang Ning was speechless: "Don't knock down all the monks with one stroke. Eunuchs can also invent papermaking. There are also monks who have made many inventions."
"Then what do you want to do? Do you want to take those two bad guys back again?" the uncle said disdainfully.
Fang Ning shook his head: "Of course it won't work, but I really admire that guy. Everything he does echoes the back and forth, and it will never be without beginning or end. Look at his great luck in sleeping in stars before, and being favored by time and space. In fact, it is exactly the same thing as what I just said. Those dormant stars, when their vitality is exhausted in the future, can be transformed into vitality to extend the life of the world, so he must also study how to use natural energy to transform it into Mysterious energy. After all, the most known natural energy in the universe comes from these burning stars."
"According to what you say, he can definitely calculate that he will become a monk today..." the uncle suddenly reminded.
"Yes, that's what I'm worried about. If it doesn't work, this is that guy's plan to hide the dragon in the abyss!" Fang Ning clapped his hands and finally expressed his worry.
"Then what should I do? Do you want me to run over and put a golden hoop on him?" The uncle was very confused.
"That's not appropriate. Let's take it one step at a time. You have to be tough on yourself to make iron. We also have advantages that he doesn't have." Fang Ning said decisively.
"What advantage?" The uncle asked confused.
"Of course it's you." Fang Ning said proudly.
"I understand, then you are our biggest disadvantage..." the uncle affirmed.
"..." Fang Ning had nothing to say.
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Rice black robe villa.
At this time, a large group of Buddhists had gathered on the lawn of the villa.
Most of them are listening to the scriptures devoutly, seeking sustenance in their hearts in this turbulent and uncertain era.
"That's what I heard..."
Among them sat a young monk, gently preaching the Dharma to these people.
At the edge of the crowd were some recent newcomers.
They have no inner piety, but whisper.
Unless it is a serious occasion, it is difficult to control order in such a large gathering. Especially if the host is too kind.
A carefree homeless man was talking to his companions with his head down.
"I heard from Old John that the scriptures taught by this master from the Tang Dynasty were very powerful. After listening to them here for a few days, after returning home, those evil peeping feelings completely dissipated."
"Hmph, that old guy, how old is he? He still thinks that people from China are people from the Tang Dynasty... I really think that all the monks are Tang Monks from Journey to the West. This monk should be from China, but he doesn't need any money anyway. It doesn't matter if you only have three meals or a few days of hearing." His companion said disdainfully.
"But it does work. After listening to it all morning, I felt a lot more comfortable and seemed to have the strength to work again." The homeless man was somewhat impressed.
"I feel the same way, otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to stay here until now." His companion nodded in agreement.
Of course they didn't know that the person who was preaching to them at this time was the ancestor of the demon. He was tainted with the aura of wisdom and difficulty. How could those ordinary monsters dare to get close to them
This is like a prey being targeted by a tiger. There will be no foxes or wolves following it.
Unless the tiger has eaten enough.
"Okay, dear believers, this is the end of the morning scripture. Everyone will follow my disciples to have a meal later, and we will talk again in the afternoon." Zhinan stood up and said slowly.
There was a low cheer from the crowd.
Before the Age of Vitality, this was the "granary of the world" and a true god-given place.
When people mention rice, they all think of technologically advanced industries and prosperous industries, but few realize that their agriculture is truly second to none in the world and is extremely competitive. It is the world's largest exporter of crop products.
Even if you are a homeless person, as long as you are sane and have not become addicted to alcohol or disease, there is still no shortage of food coupons, and some are distributed by welfare and charity organizations.
However, in just a few years, these people were so happy for a bite of free food, which shows the great impact of the mysterious era on ordinary industries.
In particular, agriculture, which occupies a large area and needs to be planted in large areas in the wild, and is difficult to defend against various special phenomena, is the first to bear the brunt.
Those who can benefit from the great changes are destined to be only a few people, while the majority of people have to bear the pain caused by the changes.
The man in black robe, with his head bare and his hands clasped, walked forward. He very kindly led these common people, whom he had never looked at at all, to eat in the temporarily converted large restaurant in the villa.
In the large restaurant, large buckets of white rice, large basins of fried chicken legs, large cans of raw milk have been prepared for a long time...
These things were boring to eat in the past, but now they are delicacies.
Others may be short of food, vegetables, poultry, meat, eggs, and milk, but they are never short of food.
Other people's farms will be attacked by ghosts and monsters from time to time, making it difficult to maintain. The farms they bought will definitely not have to worry about these...
Even if he becomes a monk, the roots of the devil are still there. The devils under Heipao are still there, and his industries are still in operation. Even if the boss becomes a monk, those devils are still there. For example, Claudia and others would never dare to cut off the supply of monks. Buddha and devil have always been two sides of the same coin...
When everyone began to eat in an orderly manner, Heipao left and returned to Monk Zhinan.
"Master, the believers are very happy to be able to eat." Heipao said very respectfully.
"Very good. Only when you are full can you be enlightened. If you are hungry, you will not be able to listen to the true scriptures." Zhinan said calmly.
The black robe nodded and suddenly noticed that two whirlpools appeared in the eyes of the master in front of him and disappeared.
At this time, he was no longer a demon servant who needed to shrink back, so he naturally asked immediately: "Master, what's going on with that look in your eyes?"
"Oh, it's my demonic mind that's ready to stir up again. It's really not easy to suppress the demonic mind by doing good deeds and accumulating virtues." Monk Zhinan shook his head and sighed, "I have recited the scriptures thousands of times, but the demonic mind is still overflowing. It seems that I have to find another way." Just find a way."
"Can't you suppress the righteousness technique you practice?" Hei Pao asked doubtfully.
"The devil's heart is not evil. How can we completely suppress it with righteousness alone?" Monk Zhinan shook his head, "Perhaps, it won't be long before I return to the past."
"Then what should we do?" Heipao suddenly panicked. After all, it was his first time to be a monk, and he had not yet learned the indifference of a virtuous monk.
"Everything is left to chance and cannot be forced. There is a saying in the ancients: a flying dragon leaves the sky and follows the clouds into the abyss; a hidden dragon stays in the abyss and follows the clouds to the sky. This is all determined." Monk Zhinan looked at the blue sky in the distance and said quietly .