Indescribable cyberpunk

The plane landed slowly over Xia City, Zhu Jue leaned against the window, and the scene outside the window attracted all his eyes.

It was noon when Zhu Jue arrived in Rongxia City. Aircraft landing in this era naturally did not require a runway buffer, but a vertical lift similar to that of a helicopter after reaching a designated location.

At first, Zhu Jue saw the large statues covered with golden sunlight and exuding a holy and inviolable aura from hundreds of meters in the sky. There were Guan Yu holding the Qinglong Yanyue Sword and stroking his beard with one hand, and standing on one foot with his mace crossed. Qin Qiong, there is also a Buddha statue with many arms on its back and a boy serving him. I don’t know where it is.

They stand at the pinnacle of the city, with a gilded platform beneath them, and further down is the tower that carries them, which is a tower with windows on all sides and a fusion of metal and stone that shines blue inside. At first glance, These high towers below do not seem to be used to live in people, but simply to worship the existence of these gods.

However, these towers do not exist independently. Instead, they are connected to each other by bridge arch-like aisles, surrounding a very impressive-looking temple building.

In front of the temple, there are two towers that are much slimmer than similar ones around them, with black inscriptions engraved on them:

"I vow to save all sentient beings from suffering, and I am willing to emit the light of mercy."

Between the tower and the temple stands a giant statue of a god more than ten meters high. Its face looks like an evil ghost, with fangs sticking out from under it. But it is wearing gilt armor. Its right hand is leaning against a long sword that is punched on the ground. The index and middle fingers of its left hand are stretched out side by side. Moving forward, it seems that he is pointing at the monsters in front of him, and he is about to slash them with his sword at the next moment.

"Brahmaden Myoohji Temple! Take a photo quickly! It's noon now, it's a good time for pilgrimage!"

There was a passenger next to him who was slapping his seat excitedly, asking his companion to take a photo quickly, so Zhu Jue quietly wrote down the name of this temple.

After passing this building, the plane descended again, and what gradually appeared in front of Zhu Jue was the real Rongxia City. Different from the modern technological scenery of Ye City, most of the buildings in Rongxia City are tall buildings stuck together. The shape is square or round. Although there are a large number of mechanical parts and giant pipes mounted on the outside of the superstructure, and there are occasionally flashing lights of various colors inside, the decorations on the tall stone walls have a sense of simplicity in themselves. On the contrary, the architectural style is perfectly integrated with it, as if this is what it should be.

Hundreds of white pigeons flew past the window. The plane slowed down again and again, and finally arrived inside Rongxia City. Zhu Jue's window was facing the broad wall outside, with a large screen hanging on it. There is a blurry pixel villain riding a tall horse across the screen.

It was obviously an ancient image in Zhu Jue's time, but it seemed strange and novel at this time.

As the altitude dropped further, various advertising lights and boards began to appear. Most of them were written in Chinese regular script about the beach bathing beach and Tianyi Wine Pavilion. There were also some words that Zhu Jue couldn't understand, such as the characters of other countries in Southeast Asia in his previous life. After a while, Zhu Jue couldn't see much anymore, because the plane was about to land and the surroundings were surrounded by smoke and dust carried by the air waves.

"Welcome to Rongxia City!"

Following the announcement on the plane, Zhu Jue got up and followed the people out. When he got out of the plane, he discovered that the airport here was actually in an octagonal shape, with one plane for each airport, and there were stone fences engraved with small statues of gods a hundred meters away. .

He rode the airport passenger car to the airport to pick up the wind chime. While waiting, Zhu Jue dialed the contact number of the video provider's brother. As agreed, he would come to pick him up.

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

"My name is Wu Jing, you are the one from Weird Studio, right? There is only one?"

Regarding the situation of the Weird Studio, Wu Jing had heard his brother talk about it several times. He knew that this was a very famous studio recently. He thought that a group of people would come cheering, but in the end he only saw one person with San Tiao beside him. There is a big psychological gap between people who are weird cats with tails.

"Yes, I am always responsible for our outdoor shooting work here. How about we find a place to chat first?"

Zhu Jue didn't want to waste his time explaining why he came alone to shoot, so he just found a reason to ask.

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

Pointing to a nearby taxi, Zhu Jue realized that he was driving a taxi.

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

After getting into the car, Zhu Jue subconsciously took a look around the environment inside the car. Most of the places were almost the same as taxis in Yecheng. What caught his attention was the hanging on the rearview mirror.

A black face mask and a string of colorful beads.

"This is a habit of people who drive taxis here. Hanging something that has been consecrated in a temple on the rearview mirror can ensure safety."

Seemingly noticing Zhu Jue's gaze, Wu Jing said immediately,

"My younger brother's name is Wu Rui. He just found a job in the statue hall some time ago, painting and maintaining statues of gods. The salary of this job may be lower than that of me who runs a taxi, but here it is This kind of work is also called the work of serving gods. No matter how low the salary is, there will always be people rushing to do it. If you can accumulate merit, you will be filled with gold and jade in the next life."

"Oh, so there is still such a saying."

Zhu Jue scratched Feng Chie's chin and listened to Wu Jing in the front seat talking about these religious concepts, but he didn't really care.

With the development of modern science and technology, human beings' exploration of themselves and various fields on this planet can be said to have reached a certain height. But even so, when it comes to issues of faith, even if thousands of scientific methods are used to prove the truth of gods. The absence of existence still does not prevent these devout believers from pinning their illusory afterlife on these same "dragons that see their beginnings but not their tails".

"How did Wu Rui die? You seemed to say in the communication that he died in a special way?"

I wanted to say it was tragic, but after thinking that it was inappropriate to say this in front of the family of the deceased, I had to change my words temporarily.

"He was killed by a monster!"

Wu Jing, who had been hesitating in the communication before, finally said what he wanted to say in the car.

"He died in his own home. The skin and flesh on his body were turned out and there were wounds everywhere. Do you mind if I play the Purana and pray for him?"

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

"It's okay, just let it go."

In fact, Zhu Jue minded a little bit, but seeing Wu Jing in front of him looking like a man in tears, he really couldn't refuse. After all, he still had to rely on this man to obtain information.

After getting permission, Wu Jing pressed the switch, and a strange chanting song sounded in the car. It was not as calm and upright as Zhu Jue had imagined, but instead had some sadness and sad emotions lingering in it.

"What kind of scripture is this? Why does this tone sound weird?"

Wu Tong's voice came from the earphones. He and Li Qinglian had been connected to Zhu Jue's shooting equipment. The scene they saw when the plane landed just made them marvel for a while, and they regretted not coming with Zhu Jue.

"I heard from Wu Jing that it is a Purana Sutra. The name sounds like it is specially prepared for praying for the dead. It seems that it is quite normal to have a strange tone."

Li Qinglian said from the side.

Zhu Jue didn't listen to the discussion between the two people. He just felt that his state seemed a little strange. Listening to the chanting, he felt inexplicably calm.

It's just that this kind of calm is not like the calmness of an ancient well, but is slightly forced. The calm before the storm makes people feel depressed and inexplicably depressed.

However, for Zhu Jue, who has been wandering on the verge of mental breakdown all day long, this state does not affect him at all. He turns his gaze out of the car window and diverts his attention by looking at the scene on the street.

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

On the way from the airport, Zhu Jue could still see many modern buildings. When he reached an intersection, Zhu Jue discovered something was different.

At the intersection stands a flag-shaped sign about 5 meters high, with a red and green crouching dragon on top. In addition to serving as a traffic light, it is also responsible for displaying the names of surrounding roads.

Zhu Jue came from the airport in the south. The intersection on the west showed Rongxia New Town. It looked similar from the sky before, but now that he was in front of him, Zhu Jue realized that the streets there were the same as those in Ye City. Most taxis were there. As we walked over there, people were dressed similarly to those in Yecheng. On both sides of the street, there were two beauties in cheongsam who were several meters tall, displayed through virtual projections, making welcoming gestures.

The intersection on the north showed the Rongxia tourist attraction. Zhujue looked sideways and saw a large number of pavilions and pavilions as well as many things related to the ancient Southeast Asian culture. There were also many taxis going there. The clothes of the people here are also a bit mixed. There are tourists wearing down jackets and colorful light headsets, taking pictures from all sides. There are also people wearing long robes and mandarin jackets. They should be specially dressed by locals in order to match the ancient customs here. There are also people wearing monk robes with cloth bags hanging on their bodies and holding hands. A brass bell and a monk wearing a novice hat.

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

There are few tourists from out of town here, and the number of people wearing cotton-padded jackets, mandarin jackets and monk's robes has increased in large numbers. Occasionally, many pedestrians wearing cloth cloaks can be seen coming and going. I don't know their origins.

The buildings here are older than the other two places. Although there are hundreds of meters high buildings and attic corridors hanging in the air on both sides of the street, judging from the color tone and exterior decoration, they should be buildings that have existed for a long time. .

"We can only drive here. Wu Rui's residence is further inside. No cars are allowed to go in there. It will disturb the monks who are practicing Qing Dynasty. Are you okay?"

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

"Ah? I'm fine. I'm just shocked by the scene here."

Zhu Jue didn't understand why Wu Jing suddenly asked him if he was okay, so he could only reply casually.