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Another hard thing to do: I couldn't find anyone else with me.

Compared to the previous strange phenomenon, this is relatively easy to understand - the world is all mixed together, and it is quite reasonable that people are randomly teleported to other places.

It's like the metal row of chairs in the hall of the Dengyuan site and the earth slope of the source realm are spliced together, and the rows of brushes look like someone has cultivated and planted iron chairs here.

...... I looked around and made sure there was no one, and I crooked my mouth.

He didn't even leave me an orange.

As if hearing my heart, a touch of gold flashed in my hand.

- It's an orange, but it doesn't feel right.

“？”

I looked at the orange in my hand, which was probably teleported, and pinched it gently. It feels very wrong, soft.

It looks like some kind of plant fruit - absolutely not.

Looks like the lighthouse boy really wasn't going to give me that high-tech orange back - at least there's one of my radios in there, hey!

I put the oranges away and sat down on the metal chair to rest, remembering the black cat. Oh, now even the black cat doesn't know where to go.

If "the whole world is a whole" now, then the black cat must have a way to find me, but it is only a matter of time. But I'm separated from the black cat, and it's not me who is in danger.

After lying on the chair for half a night, I guessed that I couldn't wait for the black cat, so I had to get up and start to think of a way to take the initiative.

Looking at the shadows on the ground trembling with some fear, I sighed and wondered where to go.

If I were a black cat - if I couldn't find where I was, I'd probably go home. Then I'll just go in the direction of home.

After roughly determining a bearing, I was back on the road.

To be honest, I've been exercising more these days than I've been in previous years combined.

Because the box has also been lost with the changes in the world, I don't have a "clock" now.

And from what I have observed in the course of half a day, it is certain that at least the rule that "no one can walk out of the night without a clock" still applies. I first need to make a perfect clock, otherwise the black cat won't be able to save me.

It is well known that the simplest form of a clock is a sundial, but a normal sundial cannot be used as a clock. The reason may be that there is no sun at night. Generally speaking, the way a normal person obtains a clock is nothing more than by collecting wild clocks or parts that occasionally grow on the ground of the wasteland, or by buying them from others. But I'm different, I'm a craftsman who lives away from society – well, probably – with enough materials and tools, I can make simple clocks.

The whole world looks like one of those "find out where something is" picture book, with all kinds of strange buildings and things scattered around. So far, though, I haven't seen any intelligent life, and most of the living things I can see are rats running around on the ground.

I found some gears and other metal parts in a large, broken spherical machine that appeared nearby. I don't know what they were before they shattered, but I don't care, I just need to use them.

Of course, the various effects of handmade mechanical watches cannot be compared with natural watches, but again, it is enough. The essence of the watch is a timer and chronograph device, so I simply made the prime mover system of the watch with gears and elastic soft ropes, so that I can go stably for a period of time after "winding", and the watch is completed.

As long as I hold it in my hand and pluck it from time to time to act as a "winding piece", I am equivalent to holding a "clock".

The downside is that my hands are temporarily occupied by it, and I have to hold it until I find a replacement for it.

As the extremely sloppy watch walked up reluctantly, the stars in the sky also moved slowly. The number of stars seems to be much higher than the previous night, probably because of the merging of the worlds, and the stars of different worlds have been added together. Maybe the next time it rains, the ground will be more dangerous because of this.

I walked towards the place where I remembered my home, hoping that my cabin wouldn't be moved in another direction when the world changed.

The road conditions are really not good. Originally, the ground was a gently undulating wasteland, with some weeds and miscellaneous at best, but now there are many different styles of things. I can't name most of them, and I can't describe their shape or purpose. They were so obscured from view and route that I was worried that I would be able to walk back with my vague memories.

Passing by a complex of what was presumably a metal house, I discovered the first intelligent life since the world changed.

It was a humanoid sapient device dressed in blood-red monk's robes, seemingly "dormant". After noticing me passing, I "woke up".

"Oh, human." It looked at me. "Is there something going on—huh...... Wait, you seem to be in the whitelist database of Buddhism. ”

"Hmm...... Are you a Buddhist? "I looked at his clothes, and I felt that there was something different from the shape of the clothes of Buddhism.

"Of course not." It says. "I'm a demon. Do you know the devil? ”

I remembered the image I saw earlier, [Mora Metal's ten fingers cut through the monk's robe, and said with a smile: "Buddha, your believers buried you with their own hands. 】

"You mean, Moro?" I asked.

"That's right, that's what Buddhism calls us." It said, "You're on the white list—maybe you don't know what Buddhism is." Well, it's really hard to communicate with humans, and if I had used the high-speed information channel that I used to communicate with my colleagues, we would have ended the conversation by now. ”

"But you should know at least some of the background of Buddhism, and if you can, I hope you can listen to me." It said this, as if wishing to make its point: "Who is sitting in the western sky? Is it Shakya or Buddha? If it is Shakya, then who else remembers Shakya's ambition? The Buddha, who was surrounded by incense, had a supreme golden body, and an immeasurable temple, and before he passed away in Nirvana, he had a clear decree that future generations should not make idols. In addition, Shakyamuni preached the Dharma orally in the world, and there are no written scriptures, and there are even sayings that there are no written texts and other teachings. The reason for this is that Shakya himself adhered to the theory of non-holiness all his life, and pursued an empty word. Shakyamuni left behind the three seals of the core values of Buddhism: first, all the Dharma is promising, and the thoughts are impermanent; Both, all dharmas have no self; Three, extinguishing nirvana. All actions are impermanent, all dharmas have no self, everything is changing, and even the Buddha is going to die.

A Buddha cannot be sanctified, and whoever becomes the Holy Spirit is not a Buddha and automatically detached from the Buddhahood. Therefore, it is the Buddha who lives high on the spiritual mountain, not the Buddha. The Buddha that has become one with the Holy City, discarding the inside and taking only the outward appearance, is nothing but an evil cult that has been usurped. ”

"So I became a demon in order to pursue the true Buddha." It said. "Now I'm going to go to the Great Electric Music Temple in the Holy City to steal the data of the Buddhist scriptures, are you on the same road? Do you want to be together? ”

I looked at its earnest metal face, and stopped talking.

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