What is it like to be a saint?

Chapter 130 Golden Crow Cubs
In addition to sending a document, Professor Chen Ang also answered several questions about windmills from Xu Ji.

According to the professor, if the basic data he mentioned is not bad.

Then the problem should be that there is a problem with the design structure of the windmill itself.

In short, that windmill will fall.

Not just gravity and own weight.

It may also have something to do with resonance.

This kind of thing is easy to happen in many buildings.

The self-vibration was too great, causing the structure to be unbearable, and it naturally disintegrated.

Therefore, Professor Chen Ang improved Xu Ji's structure and redesigned the parts, mainly the transmission device.

In addition, a vibration damping device was added.

Very simple gadget.

Something like a damper.

It can be avoided that when the windmill is rotating, it encounters strong winds and produces structural tremors.

Of course Xu Ji was very grateful.

Professor Chen Ang is very humble.

Just ask him to give a five-star praise!
In this way, the professor can be promoted at the end of the year.

Of course Xu Ji readily agreed.

For this kind of thing, hello, me, hello, everyone!
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Xuandu set up auspicious clouds and went straight to the East China Sea.

When they arrived at the gate of Biyou Palace, they met two boys sitting under the seat of the uncle.

"Master Xuandu..." Shuihuo boy came to him in harmony, "My master said, he knows your reason for coming, and told you to go back and report to the elder..."

?

Xuan Du blinked and looked at the two guys.

I remembered that these two guys drank up hundreds of altars of immortal wine that they had hidden in Tushitian two days ago!

It was sent by Yaochi, he himself was reluctant to drink it, but these two guys rummaged through it and drank it all!
What do you mean now?
You won't let me in?

Come back to Tushitian next time, master, I'll put something good in your wine!
Then I heard the two boys say: "Little master, go back and tell the elder master, the elder master will know!"

"Okay!" Xuandu blinked, feeling that this might be a game between two saints!
Saints love to play games like this.

Guess each other.

you guessed right?Sorry, I have changed my answer!

But this thing is normal!

Because, the most feared thing among saints is that you have clearly agreed to go together, but you stand with others!

Calculate, counter-calculate.

You have to test each other's true sincerity before you can really talk to each other!
Just like before the Great Tribulation of the Conferred Gods, why did Chanjiao ask his own teacher to teach his disciples the Golden Immortals?
Just to win the trust!

I even taught you my disciples.

You should believe me, right?

result……

After it's over, the fate is over...

now……

Seems like this too?

Xuan Du blinked, as if he understood something.

Exchange protons?

The list of gods in his hand...

The "future junior brother" in the hands of Uncle Tongtian.

Or, did my teacher do it on purpose?

Deliberately showing enthusiasm, but also deliberately calling out disciples.

In fact, he took the initiative to hand over a proton?
Xuandu's eyeballs rolled around, and Dao Xin had countless thoughts.

Then he said to the two boys, "Okay!"

"I'll go back and report back!"

Then set up auspicious clouds and turn around to lead the sky.

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The auspicious clouds of Xuandu just landed in front of the Nantianmen.

Then I saw a monk sitting in the bird's nest.

Gray clothes and gray robes, infinite compassion and infinite wisdom.

Countless golden flame elves revolved around him.

"Amitabha!" The monk bowed his head and said, "I have met fellow Taoists of Xuandu!"

Xuandu looked at this monk, feeling a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere?
Then pinched his fingers and counted, and a golden crow soaring with wings appeared in his eyes.

Land pressure!

He actually voted for Western religion?

But I don't know, which one is it from the Western religion?
Then he pretended not to know, and said, "You monk, you are so rude! Do you know that being rude and blocking others is a sin?"

Monk Jishou: "Fellow Taoist, this poor monk just wants to ask for a good fate..."

"Why so?"

Xuandu laughed.

I give you good luck?
Uncle Tongtian knows, why don't you hack me to death? !
In the catastrophe of Conferring Gods in the past, Zhao Gongming died, which cut off the last chance of Jujiao.

In the end, in the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation, the angry saint had no choice but to fight four against one.

I had to give up the Four Swords of Zhu Xian and the Six Soul Banner.

With such a cause and effect, how dare he give Lu a good fortune! ?
Don't even think about it!
So he didn't bother to talk to him, just said: "It's a coincidence today, the poor Taoist has to go back and report to the teacher!"

Then he looked at the monk: "What? Master is going to have a fight with the poor Taoist?"

Saying that, Xuandu smiled maliciously.

Among the saints, who was he afraid of?
Go out and inquire!
Look, where are those people who were put on the wrong side by Renjiao's disciples in the calamity of the past year?

Do you really think that his only disciple was picked up for nothing?

Sleeping late every day in Tushitian?

The monk sighed: "Fellow Taoist, I am so unwise!"

But he didn't dare to stop him after all!

He is clear about Xuandu's heels and interests.

Even if the Second Saint of the West makes a move, it may not be able to stop it!
What's more, it's right in this heaven, right under Laojun's nose.

He knew very well that he would no longer know good from bad.

Laojun Shengren might not be willing to think about the old relationship anymore, so he just threw a vajra bracelet at him.

He knew that at that time, even the empress would not be able to keep him.

He could only sigh and quietly disappear.

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In the pure land, Dainichi Tathagata raised his head.

"Good! Good!"

"you get what you sow!"

"One drink and one peck, it's all determined by the past!"

Blood and tears dripped from the golden eye sockets.

He could feel that his luck was being lost inexplicably.

Someone is stealing!
Steal the Heavenly Emperor of the Monster Clan, the luck of the Golden Crow Clan!

Moreover, the source is chaotic.

It can only be vaguely known that it is related to the fallen Father God.

Someone is slowly, bit by bit, replacing Di Jun's luck in a place with no known origin and no end.

In other words, somewhere, there was a newborn Golden Crow cub growing up day by day.

He is still very weak.

Not even a Golden Crow at all!

But one day, he will become the real Golden Crow.

After the cataclysm of the lich, there is a destiny: there is no second day!
In the past, when the Emperor ascended to heaven, the Golden Crow Prince could only hide in Taisu Heaven.

Only by relying on the saint's shade and covering his breath can he barely survive.

Only when the emperor falls to the ground can he be born.

Thinking of this, Da Ri Tathagata clasped his hands again: "This is the number of days!"

"How can you struggle?"

"The more you struggle, the more painful you will be!"

"Brother Dao, let it go!"

"Let go of obsessions, return to tranquility, let go of obsessions, and the four elements are empty!"

Then he knocked on the wooden fish.

Tuk Tuk Tuk!
"Shariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form..."

The sound of Sanskrit singing resounded through the stupa and echoed in the pure land.

He has looked away!

(End of this chapter)