He uses science to spy on the unspeakable

Chapter 301 Self-Preservation
"Come in." The old man's voice came out.

Mu Yun entered the room quickly and stopped not far from the old man.

"senior."

"Ah."

"That day, was it you?"

"Ah."

"I don't think I have that much face."

The old man smiled and said, "I was just guessing. I just tried it out. The result was really very respectful."

"Why are they doing this? I just came to this world not long ago.

If there is anything special, it is farming and opening time and space channels, but these are nothing. "

“Well, these can be used or not.

I just feel like they are all paying attention to you and seem to be trying to get close to you.”

"Oh."

"There are some things that I don't understand, or maybe they will only reveal some clues when the time comes."

"Oh, Senior, what is going on with Mingwo Sect and Ye Sect?"

“Wild religions are naturally not recognized by any country.

The same is true for Mingwo religion, except that Mingwo religion is very large.

For example, Zuozhong is one of the territories of the Mingwo sect, with tens of trillions of followers.

Some of the elders in the sect would go out to gain experience, and occasionally they would found branch sects, just like those in Fangu. "

"Oh, that's a pretty big country."

“Well, in the beginning, the Mingwo Sect was also restricted by various countries, so it moved away from those countries and established its own settlements.

The full name of our religion is "Seeking Truth and Understanding Our Religion", which aims to pursue the truth and understand oneself.

Everyone in the religion is equal, they love each other and are not allowed to harm each other.

The doctrine stipulates not to kill, so all believers are vegetarians. "

"Oh."

“However, doctrines can be changed, because the pursuit of truth is an exploration, and it is not set in stone.”

"Oh, if we don't kill, what will we do if the enemy comes?"

“Not killing means not killing intentionally. If an enemy comes, then that’s another matter.

Therefore, I teach people to focus on themselves and never provoke others.

Only when we encounter people who are making trouble out of nothing and deliberately provoking us, do we fight back to protect ourselves."

"Oh, then, what's the matter with that Zuo Zhongling calling you the ancestor?"

"Those who are over a thousand years old are called elders, and those who are over five thousand years old are called ancestors."

"Oh."

"Five thousand years old, it's difficult, there aren't many people left."

"Oh, Senior, do you remember the girl who caught me?"

"That old woman and that little girl?"

"Yes, who are they?"

"I don't know either, but their place is the territory of the demon tribe."

"Monster clan?"

"Well, it's all kinds of animals and things that change into human form."

"Oh, thank you for telling me this, Senior."

"You're welcome."

"Then I'll go back and visit you another day."

"Yeah." The old man responded. Mu Yun flew out of the room, went out of the courtyard gate, and arrived at the chaotic time and space.

Mu Yun thought about it, selected the Urban Star Recording screen, and whoosh, appeared in a courtyard.

A facility similar to a basketball hoop, but without the basket, with a round hole in the center of the wooden board and a net cage behind the board.

There was no one in the yard. Mu Yun flew to the window of the house. Inside the house, the young man was typing on the computer.

Mu Yun flew into the room and looked at the computer screen. He could already understand some of the text.

"Dragon, giant, gem, wood..."

"Trade, castle, loyalty, white mist, etc."

Mu Yun watched in confusion as the boy wrote and thought, sometimes deleting a few sentences and rewriting them. Was he writing a story?
The boy was working very hard and thinking seriously, his fingers tapping the keyboard with great confidence.

Mu Yun continued to look at the computer screen as the boy wrote a lot more.

"Gao what-what, very confused, all around is what-what-what..."

"The most what-what-what, a glorious victory, the sovereignty of what-what-what here."

The boy was indeed writing a story.

Another half an hour passed, and the boy began to review the manuscript, correcting any omissions, and then he should have been saving the file.

The young man stretched himself and leaned back in his chair, as if he was still unsatisfied and was lost in thought.

Mu Yun smiled. He didn't expect that this person was a young talent in the literary world.

What story was he writing? Mu Yun was unfamiliar with it and had never heard of such a description.

Mu Yun looked at the time, and then he returned to the chaotic time and space and began to try a new position.

Still nothing was discovered, only a group of meteorites was found.

At around five o'clock in the afternoon, Mu Yun returned to the base in the Beihuang Plain. In the distant sky, there was a beautiful building ship parked.

Mu Yun flew over and saw Wanqiu sitting at the bow, staring into the distance in a daze.

Mu Yun did not disturb them and returned to the agricultural greenhouse. Sun Qian and others were standing not far away.

Mu Yun cancelled his appearance, stood in position, then cancelled his flying and teleportation skills, controlled the beam of light to cover the cushion on the ground, opened the hatch of the mecha, and walked down.

"Back." Sun Qian greeted.

"Ah."

"Let's go."

"Yeah." Mu Yun responded. Sun Qian held Mu Yun's left hand. Several people disappeared and then appeared in the cafeteria.

After dinner, Mu Yun went to the laboratory to take a look, then returned to the bathroom and leaned against the head of the bed, thinking about things.

What story is that urban star, that young man, writing?

One word after another appeared in Mu Yun's mind.

Mu Yun sat up, turned on the communicator, and began to seriously learn the language of Urban Star.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Mu Yun sat in meditation. For ten minutes, light appeared in his brain, and the surroundings were dark, and Hill sat there.

"Good evening, brother."

"Good evening, how are you today?"

Mu Yun roughly said something, and Xi Er thought for a while: "I didn't expect that the old man in the tea shed would be such a person."

"Well, there is also Wanqiu, who may or may not be a demon."

"There are too many incredible things in this upper world."

"Well, I can't use the old way of thinking anymore. I have to rethink a lot of things."

"Yes."

"That's all I have to say. I'm going to go browse the technology database."

"Yeah." Hill responded. Mu Yun stared at Hill's side. After a few minutes, he stood in Hill's room, controlled the biochemical robot, and began to browse the technology database.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Mu Yun said goodbye to Hill, returned to the bathroom room, and started to sleep.

The next morning, Mu Yun woke up and suddenly found a sachet and a piece of paper with some words written on it next to his pillow.

“Master Mu, I’m Wanqiu, and I embroidered the sachet for you.

No one in one day, like three autumns.

Sure enough.

The adults are busy every day, and Wanqiu doesn't dare to disturb them.

Wanqiu has learned a new song and will sing it to you when the adults have time.

Wanqiu pays respects.

Mu Yun put down the paper, looked at the sachet, got up, washed, and then went outside to breathe fresh air.

Sun Qian and several guards were also there.

"Good morning. How did you sleep?" Sun Qian greeted.

"It's okay, pretty good." Mu Yun smiled and started to move his body.

After more than ten minutes, the activities were almost over. Sun Qian looked at Mu Yun and said, "Let's go."

"Yeah." Mu Yun responded, and several people walked towards the cafeteria.

(End of this chapter)