Lan Mu was not in a hurry to enter Shambhala.

After finding the temple for the third time, he circled the temple and studied it.

After all, it is this kind of supernatural containment that makes people disappear. What if the so-called disappearance does not enter Shambhala, but vaporizes instantly like the obliterating eye of the Lost Island?

Lan Mu, who was cautious by nature, repeatedly scanned his mental power, but couldn't see anything.

"Tsk..."

The temple disappeared in an instant, and this time it returned to the tomb in the mountain.

Lan Mu couldn't help but laugh at himself: "The containment object is called supernatural because it can't understand it."

"But I still see some characteristics. It seems that once the temple is discovered by creatures for more than five minutes, it will change back to the conversion location."

Relying on his treasure hunting instinct, Lan Mu found the temple many times and never entered the temple many times.

Regardless of whether he has observed it or not, as long as there are creatures near the temple seeing it, the temple will disappear after five minutes and instantly appear in a random place ten to fifty kilometers away.

That place may be outside the snow-capped mountains or inside the snow-capped mountains.

There are abandoned and collapsed tunnels in many snow-capped mountains. Temples are often squeezed in instantly, and it is difficult for humans to find them.

Even Lan Mu had to dig a hole for a long time to find the temple.

"The reason why the temple is rarely encountered once in decades is because it has entered the mountain, and the probability of being discovered by small animals is extremely low, and it is even hidden in the rock all year round."

"Occasionally, creatures such as pangolins and ants will unintentionally find it, and it will be possible to reappear the sky."

Lan Mu found the temple for the twelfth time, and this time he made up his mind to enter the exploration.

"call……"

Walking into it, he was immediately half-dreaming and half-awake.

It may have been five minutes, or it may be only a few seconds.

When he came back to his senses, he looked around. Still standing in the temple.

Its internal structure is exactly the same as the previous temple, but the scenery outside the temple has been earthshaking.

"This must be Shambhala."

Lan Mu only glanced at it. It was immediately believed that he had come to Shambhala.

There is no second place in the world with such a wonderful view.

Eight prairies and eight towering snow-capped mountains. The snow-capped mountains and the grasslands are separated from each other, showing an extremely regular arrangement.

If you look down from above and connect the adjacent snow mountains with lines, the entire Shambhala is a standard octagon.

These eight grasslands and snow-capped mountains are like lotus flowers, guarding a magnificent town in the center.

The town is surrounded by various fruit trees and lakes, with birds and flowers, and colorful butterflies flying.

The forest and the lake are divided into eight lotus shapes. The densely arranged, plump big fish jumped on the lake, and the ripe fruit was teetering in the treetops.

However, this was actually a closed world, and Lan Mu was in the temple on the snow-capped mountain, with his spiritual power probing into the distance.

The snow-capped mountains seemed to be the edge of the world, and further out, the mental power was blocked.

"The world has a border?" Lan Mu did not choose to go to the town, but instead climbed the snow-capped mountains and ran towards the so-called border.

When he stood on a relatively gentle **** at the top of the snow-capped mountain, he stopped in front of an insurmountable ‘wall’.

The walls are like mirrors. Reflecting the scenery of Lan Mu himself and behind him.

"It's this wall that wraps the entire Shambhala in it."

"It is said that Shambhala is a happy kingdom composed of 9.6 million city-states. But this is the so-called 9.6 million?"

There was only one city-state that Lan Mu really saw.

The mirror wall reflects the shadow of the city state, in the sky, on the ground, the mirror in the mirror...

The infinitely deep world in the mirror surface is multi-layered due to reflections. If you only look at it with your eyes, it really means 9.6 million city-states.

However, it was only the shadow of a mirror, and Shambhala was enclosed in a small world. Only a hundred kilometers from east to west, there is a city-state.

"Even so. The world of Shambhala is amazing enough..."

"The temple is a shelter, so the temple created the world. Or is it just an entrance?"

Lan Mu was sure that this place was no longer the Earth, because he couldn't sense the 1080 contained objects before.

But Shambhala World also has containment objects, except for the Best Metal he carried, the number is only three.

Lan Mu did not go to the town, but spent a day climbing over the snow-capped mountains and entering the temples.

There are eight temples in the eight snow-capped mountains, all of them are exactly the same, but Lan Mu can't feel anything when entering them.

That is, it has not been discovered that it can teleport in five minutes, and it has no ability to make people disappear.

In perception, the treasure hunting ability also dismissed the temple, it is obvious that they do not have supernatural ability.

"These are just entrances, but not exits?"

"There is a containment object in the sky, and there are two fifty kilometers away from the ground..."

"No abnormal radiation has been found..."

Lan Mu ran towards the center of the world with little hands and feet, his speed was not fast, and he didn't know how long he would run for dozens of kilometers.

There are many gold and silver mines under the snow-capped mountains, most of them are exposed, lying on the surface, everywhere and no one cares about them.

The grassland is grazing with herds of cattle, sheep and horses, and no one cares about them. The cattle and sheep graze freely, and the horses run happily.

It took more than half a day to travel across the grassland to the forest.

It has been a day and a half since entering Shambhala. Lan Mu was horrified to find that there were no pests in Shambhala...

Animals are very monotonous. There are only some animals that humans love. Those ugly, ferocious, and attacking animals are completely absent.

"Hmm...except for the snake."

In the forest, Lan Mu found a few snakes, but they were all non-venomous.

"This is by no means a natural world... There are signs of artificial creation everywhere, and such an ecosystem is too unscientific."

"However, in the unscientific world, there are unscientific capabilities to make up for..."

Lan Mu remembered that when he traveled across the grassland, he saw many areas cleaned by cattle and sheep, and the bare surface was exposed, indicating that the ecology had begun to be destroyed by cattle and sheep without natural enemies.

At that time, he also thought that such a pasture would not last long, and within a few years, it would become a desert!

As a result... when I was about to enter the forest, it rained heavily.

The sky was covered with weird clouds all the year round, and the fresh rain water sprinkled into the grass, and the grass that had been gnawed grew back.

"This kind of rain... is definitely a containment object, right?"

"It can be absorbed!"

The life ball was spinning round and round, and Lan Mu was pleasantly surprised. The rain contained a trace of different kind of energy.

Although few, the effect is different from the past...

Lan Mu himself sensed that there was a containment object in the sky, and the rain let him know its characteristics of regenerating vegetation.

As long as it is a different kind of energy, Lan Mu is bound to get it!

...

Eight lakes divide a circle of forest into eight pieces, and there is a circle of fertile farmland near the lake in the direction of the town.

Behind the farmland are groups of houses. A group of Asians teases the watchdogs boredly and eats juicy fruits, but they are a few meters apart from each other and do not chat.

Lan Mu crossed the farmland and saw that the corn and rice were mature, but no one wanted to harvest them.

"The people here are a bit weird..."

Everyone's expression is calm, calm to numbness.

All the way to the town, because there is no city wall, Lan Mu directly shuttles between the houses, and the more beautiful the buildings become as they go in.

In the center of the town is a towering palace, surrounded by temples, Taoist halls, and Confucian halls.

This is actually a city-state where the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism exist.

People are either chanting, sleeping, or having sex.

On the large bed, the silk cloth concealed the behavior of men and women. Lan Mu was not interested in taking a closer look, and he knew what he was doing without having to look at it.

Lan Mu was amused secretly, and suddenly realized something was wrong with the people of Shambhala.

More than 30 hours have passed here, the sun has not changed a bit, and it has always been bright.

The climate is pleasant, neither hot nor cold. There are no four seasons, and there is no difference between day and night.

The lake is always full of fat fish, the farmland grows automatically, and the cattle and sheep graze at will. Together, they don't need people to work hard, and the materials are so abundant that they are numb.

It is like heaven and hell.

There will be no thieves, because everyone else owns what everyone else owns.

There will be no disputes, because everyone is in peace, harmony and contentment.

There will be no novelty ~lightnovelpub.net~ because everything here is immutable, in an awkward eternity.

All the information explored by Lan Mu's spiritual power made him feel that the biggest feature here is boring.

An extremely scarce and empty spiritual world, without suffering and crime, perhaps the only recreational activity is the primitive reproduction behavior of mankind.

If a person has lived here from birth, then he is peaceful.

However, if someone has experienced the outside world and then enters here, what they feel... is the ultimate emptiness.

In a corner of the town, Lan Mu suddenly found a group of people who were different and bored.

They gathered together and communicated in English, and Lan Mu found Fang Moqi and others in it.

"It seems that the people who have disappeared are indeed here, are they clinging together?"

On a clean street without a trace of dirt, Lan Mu quickly ran to the palace in the center of the town. (To be continued.)