For a moment, the crowd was in an uproar.
Many devout followers of the boxing god pulled out their fists and glared at this place.
Some people looked horrified, frightened by the arrogance of the mechanical and steam cultists in front of the statue of the Boxing God in broad daylight.
Not far away, a group of guards with tiger-like backs, eyes like bells, and bulging temples pushed aside the crowd and rushed towards the heretic.
This guy turned a blind eye and continued to shout the heterodox slogans and keep throwing toilet paper.
The papyrus fell like snowflakes one after another.
Most devout believers are as afraid of snakes and scorpions, and avoid them as if papyrus is poisonous.
But there are also a very small number of people who can't resist the temptation of curiosity.
They secretly grab the toilet paper, look at it for a few times, quickly throw it aside, and then step on it as if nothing has happened to prove their innocence.
Gus swallowed and secretly grabbed one.
The papyrus was very rough, and there were a few very simple words written on it, which simply meant "The old gods are dead, and new gods must be established."
But there is also a pattern of the so-called "Steam God" printed below.
It is a huge steam engine driving eight mechanical arms, like a steel troll with teeth and claws.
This pattern is quite exquisite, the lines are very thin and criss-cross, and the ink does not smear even on the rough straw paper.
Gus took a look and saw that there were exactly the same patterns on other pieces of paper.
Use your toes to fold the two pieces of straw paper together.
The two patterns will be exactly the same, and every line will match.
This shows that this pattern is not drawn.
Instead, it is printed directly using a printing press.
In his father's notes, Gus had seen something similar to a printing press, a large machine with a precise structure.
The pagans actually had the strength to hide a printing press in Qianyuan City.
This knowledge made Gus feel shocked.
At this time, the guards had already swarmed up and pinned down the guy who was handing out the leaflets.
Like several bears crushing a sheep, this guy almost died.
But this guy really has a bit of a relentless spirit.
Even under the weight of hundreds of kilograms of muscle, he still screams without mercy.
It was just a high-pitched and thin shout that completely lost its meaning, like a person whose tongue had been cut out, issuing the most vicious curse to the sky.
Gus and Gray looked at each other.
Look at the sky again.
It's daytime now.
But the crack in the sky that can be seen in Chijin Town has become more and more obvious, like a huge smiling mouth, mocking the powerlessness of the boxing god.
"The world is about to collapse."
For no reason, Gus thought of Lu Qingchen's words again.
I don’t know whether the world will collapse, but the activities of the followers of the Machinery and Steam Religion are indeed becoming more and more rampant, and the control of the Fist Temple is indeed getting weaker and weaker.
Gus and Gray watched expressionlessly as the guy handing out leaflets was dragged away by the guards.
A winding and thick trail of blood was left on the ground.
Guards came up to check everyone's ID.
Because he rarely uses machinery and doesn't like to use tools, the identity certificates in the world of boxing gods are very crude, nothing more than bamboo slices with names and hometowns engraved on them.
Gus and Gray had long since stolen passers-by's IDs and forged them.
The more troublesome thing is their appearance.
During extraordinary times, when a pair of siblings come to Qianyuan City, they will definitely attract attention.
Regarding this point, Lu Qingchen also disguised them.
He just blew a breath on their faces and changed them beyond recognition.
They were two swarthy mountain people, and Gus looked older than him.
Lei has grown a lot, completely different from her true appearance.
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The guards' attention was all focused on the guy who distributed the leaflets just now.
It was just a routine matter for the onlookers to see if they had any leaflets hidden on their bodies.
Gus and Gray each carried a large backpack, which was filled with mountain products.
However, it was the steam ball that Lu Qingchen had hidden, as well as the precious notes left by his father, which were stuffed into the bellies of pheasants and wild ducks.
The guard checked casually and waved him through.
The two of them followed the bustling crowd and squeezed into Qianyuan City.
Although Qianyuan City is a large city in the north, the market is not very prosperous.
In other words, none of the cities in the world of Boxing God can be called "prosperous".
Because this world advocates a life of hardship, simplicity, iron-blooded martial arts, and is not interested in luxury, luxury, and feasting.
Passing through the city gate and looking around, the most eye-catching landmark building in Qianyuan Town is the majestic Palace of Fist Temple.
The Boxing Temple is surrounded by hundreds of boxing gyms and dojos, with arenas and martial arts arenas in front and behind.
Those who practiced, those who challenged, those who fought in platoons, those who taught, thousands of men with big shoulders, round waists, and bulging muscles, exuded blood and sweat, gathered in the air into red clouds with teeth and claws.
Muscles collide with each other violently, making a "crackling" sound, which is the most sacred music of the Iron Fist.
In addition to the boxing temple and martial arts hall, there are also many weird guys on the street.
They are often dressed in rags and even covered in dirt, but their eyes are shining and there is a powerful aura lingering around them.
They sit cross-legged on the roadside with a sign in front of them that writes their origins, realm and skills they are good at. .
These are wandering boxers, traveling around the boxing world, making friends through martial arts, exchanging skills, and gaining experience.
From time to time, someone would come forward to challenge the stray boxer.
Everyone would "crack, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang bang," and the winner would be determined in a few or two blows.
Naturally, everyone was beaten with bruises and swollen faces, but they were not angry at all.
Instead, they laughed and put their arms around each other, as if they were really fighting.
He became a close friend whom he had not seen for many years.
There are even some weirdos who will kneel down on the street as if no one else is watching and bang their heads on the ground every time they take a step. boom!
His head was fine, but the big bluestones on the street were knocked into dents one after another by them, and the spiderweb-like cracks continued to spread.
Gus had heard that these guys were ascetics who had made great aspirations in front of the God of Boxing.
They tortured their bodies to purify their souls and listen to the voice of the God of Boxing.
The guy whose head hit the ground is probably practicing the "Tietou Gong".
Walking like this, bumping all the way, and walking a hundred and eighty thousand miles, it is impossible to achieve great success in Tietou Gong.
In the past, Gus once admired the ascetic monks very much, and even thought that one day he would become an ascetic monk, so that he could impress the boxing god with his sincerity and change his destiny.
Now, having seen the power of the Bolt Gun and the Vulcan Cannon, Gus looked at the Dervish and just wanted to sneer.
Apart from the boxing gym, the shops along the street basically have only two uses.
One is restaurants - boxers have strong muscles and naturally have a big appetite.
A meal of three to five kilograms of beef and three to five kilograms of steamed buns is a piece of cake, so there are more restaurants here than boxing gyms, and they are also large.
All quite small.
Secondly, there are shops selling plasters and weapons.
Plasters are necessary for cultivation.
Weapons such as swords and bows and arrows, although scorned by masters, are still necessary for the old, weak, women and children to use for self-defense.