And the other side.

Lin Fan arrived at the basement door beneath the Great Steel Wall.

Because there was so much sea animal meat that it couldn't be solved just by selling it to the people, and because food was particularly important in this disaster that the gods befell, Daxia built underground warehouses directly under the Great Steel Wall.

It also saves the need to pour cement inside, and the huge underground space can also be used. It can be said that it kills two birds with one stone.

The spacious underground passage is brightly lit, and tracks are laid on the ground. From time to time, transport trucks full of houses rush along the tracks, and there is a coolness in the air.

Lin Fan strolled through it and finally reached the end. Under the guidance of Mr. Jin, he opened a huge iron door of the warehouse.

The spacious underground warehouse is densely packed with Buddhist disciples.

Some are still injured and are being treated with infusions on stretchers.

Some looked horrified, and some older monks with high concentration crossed their legs and closed their eyes, chanting Buddhist sutras in a low voice, ignoring the roars as if they were nothing.

The monkey's roar could still be vaguely heard through the thick bricks.

"Buddhist disciples, where are you?"

"come out!"

"Fight with me, old grandson!"

"Don't force Old Sun to go on a killing spree!"

"Okay, why don't you come out? Let me, Old Sun, find you one by one!"

In the underground warehouse.

Seeing Lin Fan's arrival, all the monks stood up quickly and clasped their hands together.

"Donor Lin."

"You are here, Benefactor Lin."

The abbot walked quickly to Lin Fan and sighed: "Amitabha, the grievances left over from my Buddhist sect have become a joke to Donor Lin and have caused trouble."

"It's nothing, it's normal. I was almost hacked by Qin Shihuang just now." Lin Fan comforted: "It's Buddhism... Alas, yesterday I was still fighting side by side with the soldiers on the city wall for my Daxia, but today I have to hide.

I have wronged you here underground."

The abbot had an indifferent attitude and said calmly: "It doesn't matter, I, a Buddhist disciple, don't care about this."

"We care, Daxia cares." Lin Fan said solemnly: "I am here to express my position. I, Daxia, will never allow anyone to bully Buddhism or bully Daxia people. Not even gods, not even the Monkey King!"

"Now Gongshu Ming and the others are already making a trap to capture Sun Wukong."

"When the time comes, either this monkey will have a good talk with us, or we will push him to the ground and we can have a good talk."

"Now, please forgive me here and don't attract the monkey's attention."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned, and the abbot even looked shocked and said: "Amitabha, even the original Buddha failed to save this monkey from its cruelty. Could it be that the donor claims to be more sophisticated in Dharma than the Buddha and is ready to save Sun Wukong?

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"I don't know what Buddhism is, but..." Lin Fan chuckled and said, "I have other methods."

"What method can do things that Buddhism cannot do?" The abbot looked curious.

Lin Fan said in a deep voice: "The Law of Daxia."

A law that everyone must obey!

Even if the Monkey King is here, you must abide by it!

After Lin Fan said this, he glanced and realized that he actually came here with the intention of seeing if Xuanzang could come forward.

But after the little monk Wuwu woke up, he seemed to have completely forgotten what happened, and the terrifying aura disappeared, as if he was just a ninth-level little monk.

Lin Fan didn't ask again. After all, it was rare for his predecessor to wake up and it was purely accidental.

This time we can only rely on Daxia Jinren.

"What are you doing now, Monkey Sun?" Lin Fan suddenly found that the roaring in the sky had stopped.

Jin Lao picked up a tablet and saw a golden light traveling through the surrounding city at extremely fast speeds, shuttling through every community, school, factory, hospital, and office building.

Passing by from house to house, from time to time a burst of exclamations of admiration arose.

"Sun Wukong!"

"Don't leave, great sage, sign your name!"

Mr. Jin said helplessly: "This guy can't scold him, so he has already started looking for him."

"It's only a matter of time before we find this place."

Lin Fan said in a deep voice: "We must not let him enter the Great Steel Wall!"

"Yes." Mr. Jin nodded, "I have ordered that all gates of the Great Steel Wall be closed, and all soldiers are ready to prepare."

Lin Fan rubbed his brows, feeling a huge pressure, and finally said: "I just hope Gongshu Ming can really make a trap to catch Sun Wukong."

And the other side.

In the command room, everyone is racing against time!

Mr. Zhang discussed with the yellow wind monster with only one mouth left for three minutes, and finally stood up and said: "The discussion between me and the yellow wind monster is over. That monkey has almost no weaknesses."

"Innate divine power, indestructible. In addition, he is also proficient in the seventy-two transformations."

"But it's not without its weaknesses."

"One, Samadhi Kamikaze! The monkey's eyes are a weakness, we deliberately exploited them."

"Two, he has a poor alcohol capacity. This monkey has swallowed all kinds of elixirs and is extremely resistant to them. It is almost invulnerable to all poisons. The only thing he has a poor alcohol capacity is that he will get drunk whenever he drinks. But this is probably of no use, and the monkey cannot sit on it.

Come and have a drink with us."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Chen suddenly said: "There is another thing. The golden cudgel in the monkey's hand is also a weak point."

"Are you kidding me?" Mr. Zhang looked stunned. "That golden cudgel weighs 13,500 kilograms and is extremely powerful. How can it be a weakness?"

"No matter how powerful it is, it is still made of metal. And thirteen thousand five hundred kilograms sounds like a lot, which is unimaginable to the ancients. Now it is only less than seven tons? A truck can pull it away.

Mr. Chen chuckled and said: "As for why it is said to be a weakness...have you ever heard of magnetic field force?"

Gongshu Ming was silent for a moment, then stood up and said, "I have some ideas now."

"All of Momen, all of the scientific research team!"

"I will give you the general idea now, and within three minutes, I will design all the details!"

"Within ten minutes, the drawings will be finalized and sent to each factory! Leave fifteen minutes for the factory to produce and assemble!"

Shang Weitian nodded: "The factory below has all the machines running, and we are just waiting for the drawing data. All parts can be produced within ten minutes."

Gongshu Ming was slightly surprised and said: "This mechanism may have tens of thousands of delicate parts."

How can the mechanism that can trap Sun Wukong be ingenious?

Must be subtle!

And exquisiteness requires more parts!

Before it was released, it would take several days for the craftsmen of Momen to strike a sword with a hammer!

"Gongshu, have you forgotten how we produced parts for the God-killing Mecha?" Shang Weitian laughed.

How can the productivity of modern production lines be comparable to that of ancient craftsmen?

Skilled workers operate machine tools and can make a part in two minutes.

Not to mention the tens of millions of Universe workers in the northwest production areas, even in the temporary factories under the Great Steel Wall, there are hundreds of thousands of workers, who are now ready to start work at any time!

Gongshu Ming nodded, and then said: "The error must be less than one point, which is 0.24 centimeters... Forget it, just pretend I didn't say anything."

Gongshu Ming originally followed the Mohist way of thinking, but after thinking about it, he found that the error in machine tool processing is now at the micron level at most, and even one millimeter is considered a production accident...

It can only be said that technology is productivity.

At first, Lu Ban's craftsmanship error was no more than half a point, which was shocking. But now, even a technician can pin him to the ground...

Gongshu Ming quickly described his general idea, and then everyone got busy in an orderly manner.

At this moment, Gong Shuming felt a little excited inside.

"When I met the ancestor, I said that I made a trap to catch Sun Wukong in half an hour, and created tens of thousands of exquisite parts with errors at the micron level... What did the ancestor think?"

"After all, it took my ancestor a full period of time to even build a good sword."

"Perhaps we can really capture Sun Wukong alive!"

The production team was busy crazily, while on the other side, a group of reporters were carrying cameras and chasing Sun Wukong everywhere.

"Great Sage! Don't run!"

"Great Sage, don't be impatient, I finally met you, I'm going to show you a poss!"

"Great Sage, what do you think of the Buddhist disciples? Do you really want to kill them? They are our comrades-in-arms."

"Great Sage, please accept the interview!"
To be continued...