No one knows transmigration better than me!

Chapter 231 Lingzhu
The melting furnace stands tall, as wide as an abyss, and more than a hundred feet high.

It's hard to imagine how the world of the underworld, with its simple production structure, can drive such extraordinary "technology".

But in fact, this thing is not technology.

It's just that there are external forces that make this obviously unreasonable mechanism work.

This external force comes from the saint.

Pushing the mine cart, Ning Luo climbed the stairs all the way to the top of the furnace.

It is different from the past that the gray mist recalled before. The top of the furnace is protected by grid steel plates, so it will not easily fall into the sea of ​​fire.

As for the outlet for dumping the black ore, there is only a black steel funnel in the center.

The deacon, with a big belly, lay leisurely on the reclining chair, without any fear of the flames spitting out beneath him, as if he had long been used to it.

This image was also quite different from what Ning Luo had seen before.

Because the deacon Ning Luo met earlier had clear benevolent eyebrows and kind eyes, and his figure was not so bloated.

At that time, he thought that this person was the overseer guarding the furnace, but now it seems that this is not the case. He should have a completely different identity from the workers, like some kind of high-ranking nobleman.

What the gray mist traced was his appearance.

But what was portrayed in the dream was his real face.

But these are just Ning Luo's intuitive impressions.

How exactly, he still doesn't know much.

The only thing that is certain is that this person is by no means the "God of Raw Harvest" as the workers said.

Because the deacon's leisurely way of shaking his legs is really low-level visible to the naked eye, no matter how he thinks about it, he can't be the master of the powerful voice.

Don't talk about Rushou Shenjun, even saying that he is Huoyun evil god is hard to agree with.

Ning Luo pretended to be coy, glanced at the deacon sheepishly, then carefully walked around the deck chair, pushed the mine cart with difficulty, and headed for the funnel in the center.

With his current weak body, pushing the mine cart full of black gold ore to the top of the hundred-foot-high furnace is already the limit.

So Ning Luo's tiredness was really not an act of faking.

Even Ning Luo gritted his teeth and insisted all the way, his heart was full of confusion.

You guys can build such a pseudo-modern forge, why do you need to push mines manually? !
Isn't it quick and labor-saving to build a crane for this large melting furnace that is hundreds of feet high?
Isn't this purely disgusting?
Ning Luo quickly knew the answer.

"Yo, new face?"

The deacon leaned sideways, leaning his arms on his head, and his chin was squeezed into three layers.

Ning Luo shuddered, pretending to be frightened, and timidly turned around: "Yes, yes."

The deacon sized Ning Luo up, frowned, and said contemptuously: "How do the disciples do things, pick such a skinny monkey like you?"

"Return, sir." Ning Luo lowered his head and whispered, "Yes, I asked for it myself."

"That's not bad."

The deacon nodded casually, and then greeted: "You, come here."

Ning Luo remained calm and trotted to the side of the deacon, waiting for instructions.

But the deacon took out a crystal clear bead from his pocket, handed it to Ning Luo, and said: "Go, throw this in."

Ning Luo took the bead in confusion, but saw that the marble was red all over, with crimson veins all over the surface and inside.

If the candlelight is flickering, it is also like a flame rushing up.

Seeing that Ning Luo was puzzled, the deacon said lazily, "Why, you don't know this thing?"

Ning Luo nodded timidly.

"Hmph, it really is a country turtle." The deacon gave him a blank look, and explained casually, "This is the Fire Spirit Orb, the crystallization of the power of the saint. Just throwing it out can ignite the holy fire."

"This is a treasure that only followers of the Holy Cult can obtain, and it's not something you can covet, do you understand?"

As he said that, the deacon deliberately threatened: "Be careful, if this bead falls on the ground, you will not even have ashes left in an instant! Hmph!"

Ning Luo was so frightened that he took half a step back, with a look of panic on his face, and remained silent.

Facing such an arrogant and stupid superior, it is not difficult to deceive information.

As long as you lower your body, talk less, and make more expressions, everything will come naturally.

Ning Luo hurriedly walked towards the funnel-shaped hollow in panic, and threw the Fire Spirit Orb into it.

However, the magma in the furnace was churning, the flames flourished, the fire surged, and the heat wave was emptied in an instant!Choking!
Ning Luo finally understood.

What kind of industrial product is this forge?
He originally thought that this huge furnace could smelt black gold ore, presumably it had some sophisticated mechanical structure.

It now appears that otherwise.

All firepower comes from that mysterious scarlet marble.

Fire spirit beads, literally, the marbles contain highly condensed fire spirits.

It may be the container where the saintess seals her own power, or it may be an exquisite prop created by the saintess with the ability to speak words.

The furnace does not have a sophisticated smelting mechanism, but it is just a large vat that looks majestic but is actually simple.

When the Fire Spirit Orb falls, the power contained in it is enough to melt the black gold ore.

After the lava is filtered to the lower layer, it will flow through the kilns with the pipeline, pour into the mold, and then be hammered by the craftsman.

The whole process is quite simple.

Even Ning Luo doubted that the ancient structure of the ladder and the four walls of the furnace that could withstand the high temperature of the magma might also be constructed by similar forces.

Looking at the sky, the whole world is full of miracles of saintesses!
This is Ning Luo's guess about Cang Ming's past, the specifics have yet to be confirmed.

But assassinating the deacon is obviously not easy.

Because of the deacon, he was lying down.
Lying down means that the field of vision is wide and the surroundings are unobstructed.

Ning Luo didn't have any angle to approach quietly.

Once detected by the deacon, the virtual environment will be shattered, and the surrounding scene will also change from the forge to the rat den of ruins.

If the deacon is really the deceitful king of this forbidden area, then he probably won't be as slow to respond as the craftsman.

After the change of truth and reality, before Ning Luo could return to his dream, or even wait for him to escape quietly, he would most likely die at the hands of the treacherous deacon.

So Ning Luo could only retreat temporarily and find another way.

He returned to the black mountain where the ore was piled up, still pretending to be cowardly, and heard some clues about the holy religion.

The Holy Cult is headed by the saint, but it is not an organization founded by the saint alone.

The believers were originally believers of the saint. Under the leadership of several leaders, they begged the saint to establish a sect to rule the world and protect the common people.

This was in line with the original wish of the saint, so she readily agreed.

Since then, the saint has benefited all living beings and protected all peoples through her ability to follow the law.

The world is in peace, and everything is alive.

Saintess temples have been built all over the world of the underworld, and all people can receive the mighty power of the saints by praying to the statues.

The saint is not stupid. She knows that although she wants to respond to the expectations of the people, she will never be able to agree to some requests.

For example, "how many wives do you want", "want a son", "want to kill so-and-so", and there are even idiots who want to marry a saint
More and more temples for the Holy Maiden were built, and the Holy Maiden gradually became unable to do what she wanted.

Until some believers remonstrated, saying that the saint can use her ability to give power to the trusting believers to share the pressure.

When the saint thought about it, it seemed to be true.

So Lingzhu and Magical Artifacts came into being.

Among the believers of the Holy Cult, the high-level is divided into two factions, one is responsible for foreign affairs, and the other is responsible for preaching.

Both of them can get the spirit beads that are given out routinely by praying to the statue of the saint.

But high-level foreign affairs officials like the deacon of the forge can only use it as a prop, and cannot use it to cast spells.

But the believers who preach can use the spirit beads as a reliance on performing spells, so they can call the wind and the rain, omnipotent!

This is Cang Ming's past.

Ning Luo also used this to confirm the identity of the gatekeeper.

Everything was as he expected, obviously it was the deacon.

Because Ning Luo couldn't confirm the identity of the deacon's culprit before, because he didn't know his motive.

If he doesn't have the motive to bury the black gold ore, it means that there may be someone behind the deacon's orders.

But now that he knows the inside story, he has a motive.

It's for the Lingzhu.

The spiritual beads obtained from praying to the statue of the saint every day are quantitative, and it is difficult for the deacon to have a surplus.

But he secretly hid the black gold ore, which not only reduced the workload, but also saved a lot of fire spirit beads.

These fire spirit beads can be used for self-protection, to intimidate ordinary people, and to trade with preachers.
This is the motivation of the deacon.

Everything is clear.

Regarding the structure of the forge, Ning Luo has already found out clearly.

Because forging requires many sets of molds to assist, each forge is only responsible for one or a few specific tools.

For example, the Xuanzi No. [-] forge is only responsible for the manufacture of the Breaking Wind Crossbow.

The broken wind crossbow has a complex structure, so it is understandable that the construction period cannot be kept up, or the raw materials are insufficient.

In addition, there is only this one production line, so there is no reference group for comparison, so Shenjun failed to find a flaw.

The situation is clear.

The road to breaking the barrier is just around the corner.

Panicked, Ning Luo hurriedly boarded the furnace and ran to the side of the deacon with small steps.

The deacon tilted his head and looked at Ning Luo in surprise: "What happened, panting like this?"

Ning Luo's expression was anxious, and his tone was cramped: "No, it's not good, the foreman and the others really found the mouse, right where we buried the black gold!"

(End of this chapter)