Lan Mu was not in a hurry to enter Shambhala.
After finding the temple for the third time, he went around and studied it.
After all, it's this kind of supernatural containment that makes people disappear, and what if the so-called disappearance doesn't enter Shambhala, but vaporizes in an instant like the obliterated eye of the Lost Island Lan Mu, who is cautious by nature, repeatedly scanned his mental power, but he couldn't see anything.
"Tsk" The temple disappeared in an instant, and this time it was back in the mausoleum inside the mountain.
Lan Mu couldn't help laughing at himself: "The containment object is called supernatural because it can't be understood. ” "However, there are still some characteristics, it seems that once the temple is discovered by the creatures, it will take more than five minutes to return to the transformation location."
Lan Mu relied on his treasure hunting instinct to find the temple many times and failed to enter it many times.
Regardless of whether he observed it or not, as soon as a creature near the temple saw it, the temple would disappear after five minutes, instantly appearing in a random spot ten to fifty kilometers away.
That place may be outside the snowy mountains, or it may be inside the snowy mountains.
Many snow-capped mountains have abandoned and collapsed tunnels, and temples are often crowded into them in an instant, making it difficult for humans to find them.
Even Lan Mu had to dig holes for half a day to find the temple.
"The reason why the temple is rare once in decades is because it enters the mountain, and the probability of being found by small animals is extremely low, and it is even hidden in the mountain rocks all year round."
"Occasionally, creatures such as pangolins and ants will stumble upon it, and it will be possible to regain it."
Lan Mu found the temple for the twelfth time, and this time he made up his mind that he must enter the exploration.
"Whew" Step in.
He was immediately half-asleep and half-awake.
Five minutes may have passed, or it could have been just a few seconds.
When he came to his senses.
Looking around, still standing in the temple.
The internal structure of the temple is identical to that of the previous temple.
However, the scenery outside the temple has been turned upside down.
"This must be Shambhala."
Lan Mu only glanced at it, and immediately decided that he had come to Shambhala.
There is no other place in the world with such a wonderful view.
Eight prairies and eight towering snow-capped mountains, the snow-capped mountains and grasslands are divided into each other, showing a very regular arrangement.
If you look down from above and connect the adjacent snow-capped mountains with lines, the whole Shambhala is a standard octagon.
These eight grasslands and snow-capped mountains are like lotus flowers.
It guards a magnificent town in the center.
The town is surrounded by fruit trees and lakes, birds and butterflies.
The woods and the lake are divided into eight lotus flowers, arranged closely, and the plump fish jump on the surface of the lake, and the ripe fruits are crumbling in the treetops.
However, this is actually a closed world, and Lan Mu is in the temple on the snowy mountain, and his spiritual power is reaching into the distance.
The snow-capped mountains seem to be already on the edge of the world, and then outward.
Mental power is blocked.
"The world has borders" Lan Mu did not choose to go to the town, but instead climbed the snowy mountains and ran towards the so-called border.
When he stood on a relatively gentle slope at the top of the snowy mountain, he stopped in front of an impassable wall.
The walls are like mirrors.
Reflecting Lan Mu himself and the scenery behind him.
"It's this wall that wraps the whole of Shambhala in it."
"Legend has it that Shambhala is a happy kingdom of 9.6 million city-states.
And yet that's the so-called nine million six thousand."
There is only one city-state that Lan Mu really sees.
The mirrored walls reflect the shadow of the city-state.
In heaven, on earth.
A mirror within a mirror The infinite depth of the world in the mirror is superimposed because of the reflection, and if you only look at it with your eyes, it really has the meaning of 9.6 million city-states.
But it was only a mirror, and Shambhala was enclosed in a small world, only a hundred kilometers from east to west, and a city-state stood.
"Even so, the world of Shambhala is amazing enough" "The temple is a containment, so did the temple create the world, or did it just serve as an entrance?"
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Lan Mu was sure that this was no longer Earth, as he couldn't sense the 1,080 containments he had before.
However, the world of Shambhala also has containment items, and there are only three of them, excluding the Best metal he carried.
Lan Mu did not go to the town, but spent a day climbing over the snow-capped mountains and entering the temples.
There are eight temples in the eight snow-capped mountains, and the temples are all exactly the same, but Lan Mu can't feel anything when he enters them.
That is, it has not been discovered to teleport in five minutes, and it does not have the ability to make people disappear.
In perception, treasure hunting abilities are also dismissive of temples, and it is clear that they do not possess supernatural abilities.
"These are just entrances, but not exits?"
"One containment object in the sky, two fifty kilometers away from the ground" "No anomalous radiation has been found at this time" Lan Mu ran towards the center of the world with small hands and feet, his speed was not fast, and he didn't know how long he would run for dozens of kilometers.
There are many gold and silver mines under the snow-capped mountains, most of which are exposed, lying on the surface, and can be seen everywhere and no one cares about them.
The grassland is grazed with herds of cattle, sheep and horses, and no one cares about them at all, the cattle and sheep graze freely, and the horses run happily.
It took more than half a day just to cross the grassland and get into the forest.
It has been a day and a half since entering Shambhala, and Lan Mu was shocked to find that there are no pests in the entire Shambhala Animals are very monotonous, only some animals that humans love, and those that are ugly, ferocious, and aggressive to humans are completely absent.
"Well, except for snakes."
Spiritual power In the forest, Lan Mu found a few snakes, but they were all non-venomous.
"It's not like the natural world shows traces of man-made creation everywhere, and such an ecosystem is too unscientific."
"However, the unscientific world has the ability to make up for the unscientific" Lan Mu remembered that when he crossed the grassland, he saw many areas that had been eaten clean by cattle and sheep, and the surface was bare and exposed, indicating that the ecology had begun to be destroyed by cattle and sheep without natural enemies.
At that time, he also thought that this kind of grassland would not last long, and in a few years, it would become a desert As a result, when we were about to enter the forest, it rained heavily.
The sky has been covered with strange clouds all year round, and fresh rain has poured into the grass, and the grass that has been eaten has grown again.
"This rain is definitely a containment object."
"Can be absorbed" The ball of life spun slightly, and Lan Mu was pleasantly surprised, and this rain contained a trace of xenogeneous energy.
Although it is rare, the effect is actually different from the past Lan Mu himself sensed that there was a containment in the sky, and the rain made him aware of its properties that regenerated plants and trees.
As long as it is xenomorph energy, Lan Mu is bound to get it Eight lakes divide a ring of forest into eight pieces, and the lake is close to the direction of the town, as well as a circle of fertile farmland.
Behind the farmland are clusters of housing estates, where Asians are boredly teasing watchdogs and eating succulent fruit, but they are a few meters apart from each other and don't talk.
Lan Mu crossed the farmland and saw that the corn and rice here were ripe, but no one was willing to harvest them.
"It's a little weird about the people here" Everyone's expressions were calm, calm to the point of numbness.
All the way to the town, because there is no city wall, so Lan Mu shuttles directly between the houses, and the further you go, the more gorgeous the buildings become.
In the center of the town is a towering palace surrounded by temples, Taoist halls, and Confucian halls.
This is actually a city-state that integrates Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism.
People are either chanting, sleeping, or snapping.
On the wide bed, the silk cloth concealed the behavior of men and women, Lan Mu was not interested in taking a closer look, and he didn't need to look at it to know what he was doing.
Lan Mu was secretly amused, and suddenly realized that something was wrong with the people of Shambhala.
More than 30 hours have passed here, and the sun has not changed at all, and it has always remained bright.
The climate is pleasant, neither hot nor cold.
There are no four seasons, and there is no difference between day and night.
The lake is forever full of fat fish, the farmland grows automatically, and the cattle and sheep graze at will, all without the effort of people, and the materials are abundant to the point of numbness.
It's like heaven and hell.
There will be no thieves, because what everyone has, others also own.
There will be no strife, because everyone is at peace, in harmony and content.
There will be no novelty, because everything here is set in stone, in a kind of awkward eternity.
All the information explored by Lan Mu's spiritual power made him feel that the biggest feature here was boredom.
In a spiritual world of extreme scarcity and emptiness, without suffering and sin, perhaps the only recreation is the primitive reproduction of human beings.
If a person has lived here since birth, then he is at peace.
However, if someone experiences the outside world and enters here, what they feel is the ultimate emptiness.
In a corner of the town, Lan Mu suddenly found a group of people who were different and full of bitterness.
They got together and communicated in English, and Lan Mu found Fang Moqi and the others in it.
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"It seems that the people who have disappeared are indeed here, are they grouped?"
On the clean streets without a trace of dirt, Lan Mu ran quickly towards the palace in the center of the town.
To be continued
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