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In the dream world, I walked north of my "birthplace" for half a day to reach the castle laboratory, which must have an inexplicable relationship with the mountains north of the holy city. After I left there, the lab had its energy supply suspended, so all the instruments were shut down, and that led to the disappearance of the mountain.

Very reasonable explanation.

I wandered around the exit of the city gate and bought a drink, which seemed to be called pure natural mountain spring water, which I heard was made from the water extracted from the interior of the mountain and processed through a series of treatments.

It's a flowery statement, but it tastes similar to normal simple filtered rainwater, at most it looks clearer, and it tastes clearer. Then the price multiplied several times.

But by the way, I also asked the owner about the story of Mizuyama.

The owner said that the water mountain appeared decades ago, and it was a water area at that time. However, it is not the dangerous water accumulation that is common in the wasteland, but the wetland formed by the topography and climate. At the center is a small lake, one of the few bodies of water in the entire wilderness. A few decades ago, the water mountain rose from the ground overnight, and the entire mountain was covered with water - it just hung abruptly, forming the shape of a mountain, standing without falling.

Since the water mountain is located within the holy city (within the walls of the flesh block), the Buddhist gate in the core area immediately detected this anomaly and reported it to the holy church.

Incidentally, the Templar is the management of the Holy City, responsible for communicating with the Holy Spirit and acting for the Holy Shepherd.

The Templar then sent the Holy Guards—the ones standing on the walls of the core area—to the Mountains to see what was going on.

It turned out that there seemed to be nothing unusual except for a few problematic clouds of stagnant water mixed in.

"Wait, there's no abnormality, so how did the water mountain come about?" I couldn't help but interrupt the shopkeeper and asked.

"Don't worry." The shopkeeper glanced at the half-drunk mountain spring water in my hand, and slowly continued: "Later, ah......"

Later, after an unsuccessful search, the guards had to return. The people of the church didn't think it had anything to do with the Holy Spirit, but after all, they had to be in charge of being in the holy city. So he went to Buddhism and invited a few eminent monks to study it in Shuishan.

The high monk was not very happy to be called, but he was really interested in this water mountain that appeared out of thin air, so he really went. This study has led to something. Although the mountain is water, it can also be climbed, just soak in it, find the right way, and strive to slide upward. Of course, intelligent machines with waterproof measures can also try working fluid propulsion, and theoretically can also climb to the top of the mountain.

And the top of the mountain is a sharp corner, and the water at the sharp corner is actually shining when you look closely. Soaking your head in it to wash it also has the effect of purifying distracting thoughts and purifying your heart and reducing desires. However, this is not very useful for the monks, they are originally six pure wisdom weapons.

After this incident, the residents of the Holy City have heard about the fact that this water mountain can purify their souls, and many good deeds have really experienced it. It is said that the effect is quite good, and no matter what kind of mood you feel when you put your head close to the top of the mountain, you will become undisturbed after that. I heard that many people have become Buddhas because of this—because they have purified their spiritual consciousness and have the possibility of cultivating Buddhahood.

"Oh, so it's very likely that Master Yang cultivated Buddha through the water mountain?" I thoughtfully drank the rest of the mountain spring water in my hand - "Another bottle." ”

The shopkeeper, who had a planner's expression, skillfully took the light bulb I handed over, handed over another bottle of mountain spring water, and continued to talk.

However, when I told me about the time of the bottle of mountain spring water, I still didn't hear any legends about "recovering my memory" or "remembering my name", so I had to return disappointed.

It was possible that I could find my name—but that was only a possibility, and it should be gone now, if the fortune teller was to be right.

However, I seem to understand the principle that water and mountains can purify people's minds......

Earlier, in that lab, I noticed that the emotions of those instruments were very wrong, as if they had been forced to "force a smile" on other people's emotions. Now I probably know, I guess it was those people who triggered some mechanism when they interacted with the top of the water mountain, probably like a mechanical short circuit, and the emotional distractions were transmitted to the instruments of the dream world.

If that's true...... It seems slightly comical.

I walked back from memory and found the fortune-telling kiosk around the corner of the street.

To be honest, the location of this store is actually okay, but the area is really a little small, and you may not be able to see it at a glance when you stand far away.

At this time, there was already an increase in footfall. Although the Holy City is multi-ethnic, the streets around it seem to be dominated by human service. Only a few mechanical heads can be seen in the crowd, and the original sheep may be too large to enter?

I walked straight to the little pavilion.

In addition to the shopkeeper with heavy pupils, there was also a human seated inside, presumably a customer.

“... In this way, it can be a beacon. The shopkeeper seemed to have just finished his tirade, picked up an unknown golden oblate object on the inner table of the pavilion, peeled off the outer skin, and put the inner petal into his mouth.

I saw what seemed to be a burst of fluid coming out of the petal. Is it a strange drink? There are so many strange things in the Holy City. There was also a glass bottle on the table of the pavilion, and there was a lone cold in it. It's really strange that someone would take the cold as a pet.

"I see. Thank you, Master, for your doubts. The customer nodded thoughtfully, stood up with a thoughtful expression, and walked out of the small pavilion.

It seems that this fortune teller does have some real skills.

Expressing my admiration for the fortune teller's divine prophecy, I sat down on the small stool where the customer was sitting, intending to delve deeper into the questions about my past memories and names.

But it is clear that the fortune teller has "calculated" what I want to say:

"The one who went out just now is the same person as you." "He also lost his name." But unlike you, this young man has lost his name and past, but he retains his obsession - he wants to be a beacon. It's dangerous. For the sake of his role in showing me the unique scenery, I gave him some advice on how to properly unravel this obsession - I guess I was a cameo as a doctor, haha. ”

A bit informative. But I noticed that he mentioned the doctor—certainly not the one I knew, who was clearly a professional pronoun. It just reminded me that I had an inexplicable affinity for the Doctor and the Ranger Knight—a feeling that I found to have this affinity for the fortune teller and the lighthouse boy in front of me.

What exactly is this......

The fortune teller continued: "And you, there is nothing special about the scenery. All I can tell you is that if you want to know the truth, you can't just look for ...... in the wasteland."

With that, he snapped his fingers.

I was in a trance, and when I calmed down again, I was still standing on that street corner, but what pavilion was there in front of me?

I squinted, momentarily confused about what was happening. I looked up, and the canopy peeking out of the cracks in the tall buildings showed that it was already dark. I thought again of the cold in the little pavilion trapped by the glass bottles.

Ah, there is hardly a trace of cold in the Holy City.

I sighed as I walked in the direction of the temple with a puzzled mind.

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