A Million Possible

Chapter 125: Prototype

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The nameless book suddenly closed automatically.

Then gradually disappeared.

The blurred scenery around Cheng Lin also quickly became clear.

The first is light.

It was a dark night before he turned the page, and at this moment, when the blur disappeared, the bright sun poured in.

The surroundings are bright.

The slightly cold wind blew from nowhere, blowing a corner of his white clothes, and also blowing away Star.

“This is… a plateau?”

Cheng Lin was surprised.

He found himself sitting in the Lotus Position on a soothing soil slope, surrounded by greenery, low vegetation.

The cold wind probably came from the snow-capped mountains in the distance.

Yes.

When he looked into the distance, he was not hindered by any obstacles.

Here is a vast and boundless wilderness, and some shallow green vegetation grows on the barren ground.

You can’t see the city, you can’t see the buildings, and you can project far, far away without obstruction.

On the barren land, there is a long river not far away, not very big, just a small river, but it stretches to the distant snow-capped mountains, probably a tributary of the snow-capped mountains.

Look forward further.

It wasn’t until the horizon that Huo Ran was blocked by the tall mountains.

Going up the mountain range in the distance, I saw the rare bright sky.

During this time, Cheng Lin had become accustomed to the dense clouds above his head. At this time, seeing the blue space felt a little uncomfortable.

There are only a few white clouds in the high sky drifting quickly, casting large shadows on the ground, but these clouds are just embellishments.

The sky is clear and clear as a whole, and the atmosphere seems to be much thinner. The sunlight bursts down here without any hindrance, piercing the eyes.

Retracting his gaze, you can see the people walking and sitting nearby.

There is also a series of trucks.

The people are sitting on the ground and resting, during which many people in white clothes are walking, seeming to preach, seem to be directing.

Some people fetch water from the river.

Those trucks are too much less than they were in the beginning.

Cheng Lin remembered that the number of trucks at the beginning was like an endless dragon, but at this moment it was like an earthworm paralyzed on the plateau, with only a not very long section.

And the nearly three million followers were scattered on both sides of the truck, wearing thick clothes, everyone carrying luggage and baggage, looking miserable and exhausted.

“Have you entered the Qingcang Plateau?”

Cheng Lin murmured.

According to the book, they should have entered the range of Qingcang Plateau.

Qingcang Plateau, also known as the Roof of the World, also known as “Snow Plateau” and “Third Pole”, is the highest plateau in the world, with an average altitude of 4,500 meters and an area of ​​2.5 million square kilometers. The Himalayas range from Kunlun to the north.

Its territory area is almost equivalent to a quarter of Xia Guo!

However, the population living here is pitiful.

This is a place unsuitable for human habitation.

Snowfields, mountains, frozen soil, harsh climate, harsh soil…

Everything shows the barrenness of this land.

And Cheng Lin took four months to lead these three million people from the hinterland of Xia into this barren land!

Going further south, if you go straight, you have to enter the Himalayas range, and there stands the world’s highest Mount Everest!

“It seems so.”

Cheng Lin was full of emotion.

For four months, I flicked and pointed out that the specific things that happened in it were probably automatically deduced and completed by the program, but it relieved Cheng Lin from the hard work.

“I was worried before, for fear that I would really have to walk for four months. Fortunately, it can speed up.”

“August, the world should be almost flooded.”

“Are the twelve camps written in the book built by my twelve apostles? According to the number of deductions, it is very possible.”

“I don’t know how they are now…”

Cheng Lin’s thoughts are mixed.

At this time, I suddenly heard footsteps.

He looked over immediately.

It’s Joya.

The four-month escape has changed a lot for Qiaoya.

Her face no longer had the temperament of a city girl at the time, instead she was clothed with hardship and a strange holiness.

She is no longer a uniform with a small lapel, but a white shirt, modeled after Cheng Lin.

Walking along the way, they collected a lot of materials.

Among them, in addition to the largest proportion of food, there are also important items such as clothes, fabrics, iron tools, medical equipment, and energy blocks.

And Qiaoya took the lead, made a lot of white cloth, and changed it into simple robes.

It was distributed to Cheng Lin’s first tens of thousands of believers.

Because she was more familiar with Cheng Lin, she faintly became the leader of the followers, so she had a certain right to speak.

At first, some officials did not understand her decision to purchase white cloth and expressed opposition.

But in the end, the director was on Qiaoya’s side.

So this purchase can be carried out.

Afterwards, Qiaoya set up a tower-shaped ruling structure to maintain the transfer of millions of people through the tens of thousands of believers in white clothes.

Because she was originally a believer’s family, maybe it was influenced by old thinking, or it was deliberately borrowing and learning.

Faintly, through such means, a ruling structure similar to that of the Medieval Holy See was established.

Successfully compensated for the lack of control over the entire team caused by the lack of manpower in the government.

At this point, the officials suddenly understood something.

Looking at Qiaoya’s gaze also became more important.

religion.

Religious governance structure.

If at the very beginning, what Cheng Lin showed was just a simple cult of personality.

Now, through Qiaoya’s operations, a religious model based on Cheng Lin’s personal cult has gradually appeared.

Even if this is just a model.

Even this simple religion does not even have “doctrines” or “programmes.”

But it still reveals a clear religious trend.

Or better say.

The prophet is the doctrine!

Cheng Lin is the doctrine!

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It is worth mentioning that many grain seeds were collected during the journey.

Those supplies were put on their only remaining trucks, and all people walked.

Escorted into the plateau along the way, and the hardships are not outside.

In the absence of a strong government manpower, he led these millions of people on foot in an ambulance, away from the dangerous but resource-rich hinterland of Xia State, and turned into the roof of the world, which is known to be extremely desolate.

It’s incredible how you hear it.

Among them, the ruling structure of the believers in white is only a small factor, and the most important… is Cheng Lin.

As a spiritual leader, in these troubled times, he became the last spiritual pillar of these millions of people.

His words are extremely powerful.

“There are many flocks of sheep in life on the plateau. The flocks are stupid.

If the head of the sheep goes east, the flock will go east, and the head of the sheep will go west, and the flock will go west. It doesn’t make sense…

It may not be appropriate to say that, but how can these millions of people be smarter than the sheep?

The prophet is the leader of the people,

Therefore, I can lead them here, but…I still don’t understand the thoughts of the Lord Prophet. ”

These remarks were made by the director who was recovering from injuries to Qiaoya on the day the team officially entered the plateau boundary.

When these words were said, the team was moving forward.

Cheng Lin, dressed in white, walked at the forefront of the team, in the most conspicuous position, without joy or sorrow, just like an ascetic monk.

Even though the people in the rear were exhausted, as long as they saw that figure, they seemed to have the strength to move forward.

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When Qiao Ya saw Cheng Lin, she suddenly remembered what the Director said to her that day.

Can’t help staring at Cheng Lin quietly for a while.

After seeing Cheng Lin look over, she lowered her gaze and approached respectfully: “My Lord Prophet, can I report today?”

Cheng Lin stared at her blankly, and then a message appeared in his mind.

Only then “remembered” that for the past four months, Qiaoya would report to him almost every day when she rested.

However, Cheng Lin never commented, as if he didn’t hear a word at all.

Rao is so, but Qiaoya still does it every day.

These are the plots of the four months that have been quickly skipped.

When Cheng Lin saw Qiao Ya at this moment, she suddenly felt that her appearance was very familiar, so he stared quietly.

“My Prophet?”

Qiaoya was totally uncomfortable by his gaze, and for a while, she tentatively said: “What do you want?”

Cheng Lin retracted his gaze, with a weird smile on his face: “It’s okay, if you want to report, just say it.”

He finally remembered where this familiarity came from.

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ps: Two more chapters of debt… Khan