Zhongzhou Star is very large, between the five landmasses of different sizes, the nearest one is tens of thousands of miles apart, and the remaining one spreads across the entire Zhongzhou Star "Du'e" sea, and there is no record where it is the margin.

The ordinary people of Zhongzhou Star will not be able to leave the land where he was born and raised until he dies. Not to mention whether you can walk thousands of miles by relying on chariots and horses, even if you reach the edge of the continent, the vast Du'e Sea, it is still feathers that do not float, and giant trees are difficult to cross.

Of course, it's not all out of the way, if you, an ordinary person, can have fifty spirit stones, then you can try the teleportation circle of the sect and the family, but without the spiritual power to protect the body, I don't know what means you can use to counteract the space-time swirl generated by the space distortion when teleporting.

Therefore, in Zhongzhou Star, only monks, when they reach the Qi refining period, can release their spiritual power to protect their bodies, so that they can have the ability to move between the eastern, southern, western, and northern continents.

As for Middle-earth!

There are no sects, no families, no monks, and there is no trace of all the people and things related to cultivation.

There is no city wall, no army, like the miracle of the gods of the thick earth city, in the cycle of the four seasons, wind, frost, snow and rain, witnessing the "Emperor God Kingdom", thousands of years of national glory continuation.

The whole of Middle-earth Shenzhou has beautiful mountains and rivers, fertile land, and is a habitable place for hundreds of millions of mortals. Because there are no walls, Houtu City is not only a city, but also a country and a state.

And the symbol of the entire Houtu City, so that the "Emperor Heavenly Divine Kingdom" and "Middle Earth Divine Prefecture" is not the glorious palace complex in the east of the city, but a temple in the city and a temple in the south of the city.

"Prayer Terrace" is located in the center of Houtu Castle, the platform is three feet high, and is paved with tens of thousands of blue stones one zhang long and one zhang square into an incomparably vast square. Countless people in Houtu City speculated about how big the "prayer platform" was, and in the end, after a compromise, they came to a similar conclusion, and it would take countless hours to ride a fast horse and run around the "prayer platform".

Each piece of bluestone that paves the "prayer platform" has endured thousands of years of wind and frost, but it is still hard and abnormal. However, in the middle of each bluestone, it has been worn out of a shallow humanoid silhouette.

It is hard to imagine that the "prayer platform" of such a scale was done by manpower, and the five stone pillars that stand in the east, south, west, north and middle of the "prayer platform" are towering. Even the boldest and most insane people did not dare to speculate for a moment whether this miracle was the work of man.

Blue, red, yellow, white, black

The five stone pillars represent the five elements, the five colors, the five directions, and the five virtues. Each stone pillar can only be enclosed by more than 100 people, and they stand tall in the five directions of the prayer platform, and there is no way to know how high these five stone pillars are, but they are indeed very high, because the top of the stone pillar has reached into the sky.

These five stone pillars are like five high mountains that have been rounded by the gods and placed in the five directions of the prayer platform. Each stone pillar is round throughout, I don't know what kind of stone it is, and I don't know why the color is still gorgeous for thousands of years, green like spring leaves, red like flowing fire, yellow like thick soil, white like fierce soldiers, black like Xuanshui.

Anyone anywhere in Thick Earth City can look up a little and see this awe-inspiring miracle.

The sign in the other place is nothing more than a bamboo fence hut. In the Emperor Heavenly Divine Kingdom, it is another miracle that cannot be blasphemed in the slightest.

Houtu City, Jiayi in the south of the city, at the end of the Yuan Chu Street, walk on a pebble paved path, zigzag walk a tea time, you can see a lush bamboo forest, surrounded by the bamboo forest, it is the Emperor God Kingdom, anyone can only see its shape, do not see the "mortal dust temple" in it.

There is no mountain gate, no treasure hall, no bell tower, no four halls, it is a small house with a blue brick thatched roof, the size is not as large as the carport and stable of the rich and noble. If people who don't know the inside see it, they can be stunned and determine that this is a small temple, that is, the three words written on a wooden board above the two wooden doors, "Fanchen Temple".

This blue brick thatched roof of the "mortal dust temple" has been extremely simple not like a small temple, the back of the bamboo fence enclosed, is completely a farmer's courtyard.

A trickle of water flows out from the Nanxiu Mountain behind the bamboo forest, all the way through the mountain and the stream, through the bamboo forest and then flows into the pond in the middle of the small courtyard, the pond is full of lotus flowers, both buds, and blooming, but also mixed with some dead leaves, a few tender yellow ducklings shuttle back and forth between the lotus leaves, from time to time stirring up a wave of water.

Around the pond there was a vegetable patch, green leeks, cattails, viburnums, violet。。。。。 A few reed-flowered hens are shaving in the east and pecking in the west among the dense leaves.

After the vegetable field, there are a total of five small houses in the east third and west two courtyards, all of which are four-walled mud walls and thatched roofs.

The bamboo fence surrounding the courtyard is sparsely inserted, and the fence is full of wild flowers, and the fence is crawling with vines.

On the edge of the pond, on an old bronze futon, an old monk closed his eyes slightly, quietly looking at the lotus flowers in the pond, motionless for half a day, like a withered old tree.

He was too old, the wrinkles on his face were as deep as the bark of a cracked tree, and he couldn't see the slightest bit of skin that should be moisturized, and the two long sideburns were already gray and white, and the long beard under his chin was dry and scorched like dead grass exposed to the sun.

He had such a face, but he couldn't see a trace of sadness.

The people of the Emperor Heavenly Kingdom regard this face as another symbol of the continuation of the Kingdom of God.

Every year, this face will appear in the center of the prayer platform, whether it is the royal dignity or the humility of the beggars, without exception will reverently prostrate at the feet of these two "miracles".

The "Protector of the Country" of the Emperor Heavenly Divine Kingdom is the old monk in front of him who is about to decay - the Yuanjue Holy Monk.

From sunrise to noon, Yuanjue was quietly like a dead tree, looking at the budding lotus flower in the lotus pond, stretching out the first lotus petal.

He raised his eyes to look at the east, and his face was no longer full of the sadness he had been.

Beside the futon beneath him was an old wooden fish and a small paper crane. Yuan Jue looked at the eye-catching paper crane, stretched out his fingers, and after tapping three times on the old wooden fish, he looked at the lotus pond like a piece of dead wood, watching those lotus flowers bloom and lotus leaves fall.

Like all the streets in Houtu City, Wujiu Street in the south of the city is three feet wide and three feet wide, and three horse-drawn carriages can run side by side, and there are dense pavements on both sides of the street, and behind the pavements are dense house courtyards.

During the year, the streets can only be seen deserted and quiet during the Prayer Ceremony and the Lunar New Day, and the rest of the year, it is always noisy and lively, and you can enjoy the tranquility until the night is dark.

The sun tilted its head to the west in the sky, and the "sacrifice" ceremony of the Kaiyang Festival had just passed. On the quiet and deserted Wujiu Street, some figures appeared in twos and threes, and all kinds of noises began to disturb the original silence of the street.

At first, there was a dense rush of doors opening and closing, falling slabs and opening windows, and then all kinds of sounds suddenly appeared and converged, like a drizzle turning into a torrential rain, and a stream turning into a river.

yelling five and drinking, calling friends, beating and scolding, dogs barking and roosters。。。。。

On Wujiu Street, in a short period of time, there were two streams of people, long clothes and short shirts, red skirts and sleeves, tall, short, fat and thin, men, women and children.

Jinglian sat on the tethered horse stake next to a shop, picked out a piece of crispy sesame candy from the large and small pampas bags around her and put it in her mouth, closed her eyes, chewed slowly, in the sweetness of sesame seeds and frosting sugar, with a smile on her face, enjoying the chaotic sound that rushed into her ears, enjoying the hustle and bustle of this mortal world.

The hemp candy in her mouth was full of taste, and after Jinglian quietly finished eating a piece, she still closed her eyes, and reached out to the grass bag again, but felt empty.

Hesitantly shook his hands back and forth, in a crisp laughter, Jinglian secretly pulled the corners of her mouth, opened her eyes, and saw a group of half-sized children and girls surrounding her, each holding a pampas bag in their hands, one by one squeezing their eyebrows and smiling at themselves, although from time to time there was saliva flowing out with the corners of their mouths, but no one honestly put their little hands into the pampas bag.

The leader of the Zhao family was dark and sturdy like a carbon head, shouted "Brother Jing" with a shy face, and came to Jinglian with a bag of grass with hemp candy in both hands.

Jing Lian snatched the straw bag in the Zhao family's boy's hand, rubbed the kid's head fiercely with her hands, and said viciously: "It's you kid who brought someone to fight the autumn breeze again, see if I don't beat your ass today!"

12-year-old Zhao Yingying twisted his neck, got out of Jinglian's clutches, looked at Brother Jing, who looked more beautiful than a woman, and rolled his eyes helplessly in the unscrupulous laughter of a group of "subordinates" who were "hehe, eat", and covered his buttocks casually with Jinglian's "fierce gods".

The children around laughed even more unscrupulously, Jinglian withdrew her hand in embarrassment, scratched the square scarf on her head, took out a piece of hemp candy from the snatched grass bag and threw it into her mouth, and scolded with a vague smile, "You little monkeys with no hair!"

After speaking, he waved his hand, looked at a group of half-grown boys and girls with a smile, and after shouting, he began to eagerly pull out the grass bag in his hand.

Red muffin cake, lotus cake, tea knife cut, almond bergamot, plum blossom cake, non-pod, tangram dim sum, auspicious fruit。。。。。 All kinds of gluttonous snacks are passed back and forth between this group of half-grown boys and girls, and they are happy, not fighting, not grabbing, not noisy or noisy.

Jing Lian narrowed her eyes with more and more laughter, and took out a piece of sesame candy from the grass bag, looked at the black hand that the Zhao family kid stretched out to the grass bag, glared, and simply let go.

Zhao Yingying held the grass bag, first pinched out a piece of sesame candy and put it in his mouth to chew the crunchy sound, and after licking off the sesame seeds on the corner of his mouth with satisfaction, the thief leaned towards Jinglian's side, and looked at the Niu family clothes shop opposite with his neck open.

Seeing that the round figure of the second miss of the Niu family flashed in the shop, Zhao Yingying touched Jing Lian and smashed his mouth with an old face.

"Brother Jing, do you want to marry Second Sister Niu as your aunt?"

"My mother said, if you marry Second Sister Niu, you will definitely be able to give birth to a big fat boy!"

Jinglian looked at Zhao Yingying, looked at the Niu Ji clothing shop opposite, and then looked at the tethered horse stake under her that she would sit on every time she came to Wujiu Street, and nodded with a smile.

"Great idea!"

Zhao Yingying had such an expression, holding the grass bag and getting into the small circle formed by the "subordinates", beckoning, and began to whisper in a low voice.

Jinglian looked at a group of half-grown boys and girls with great interest, each smiling, ignorant, happily guessing her love and marriage, the baby and the wife.

The four immeasurable minds that have not been perceived for a long time, at this moment the Zen heart is joyful and peaceful.