Buddha

After the great boil, the sea surface rose eighty meters, and a layer of poisonous mist that could soak armor to pieces was steaming in the low altitude all year round. People can only walk upwards, and it is a rule to walk as you go: twenty kilometers is Qiyao Qicheng, eight kilometers is Xuankong Temple, three kilometers is rusty iron shantytowns, and further down is a place where no one comes back. Wang Hu is seventeen years old. He has been sweeping the land in Xuankong Temple for eleven years and practicing internal martial arts for eleven years. He has never touched a mecha. Master said: The less you change in a person, the more you will resemble yourself in what is left. But this mountain can no longer hold it. The seventh of the nine floating core cabins holding it is dying. The people from Tianshu City carried the metering device up the mountain - put it on the meter and pay as much as you needed; if you couldn't afford it, move it down a thousand meters. There are one hundred and thirty-six people named in the temple. The department determined that this mountain could support ninety-nine people. The names of the remaining thirty-seven people have to be filled in by the temple itself. That night, Wang Hu put his ear against the stone slab and heard that the sound of the seventh cabin was slowed down by half a beat. Everything looks normal on the table. The watch isn't broken - it just doesn't know it's wrong. What he didn't know was that the auditor wrote down his name in the book before leaving, and next to it was a line of small words: Maybe it's worth more than the floating core. (This is a fantasy work. The Hanging Temple and Cuiping Mountain in the book are fictional settings and have no connection with any religious sites, religious institutions, or geographical entities in reality.)