Lord of the Divine Show

In the warm spring of March, the grass grows and orioles fly.

The breeze is gentle.

On the official road, an old horse walks leisurely.

On its back, there is a young man lying, with one arm half covering his face, and the other hand holding a wine gourd, occasionally taking a sip into his mouth.

"Ah... the time spent on the road is so boring..."

Not sure how much time had passed, Zhong Shenxiu turned over and sat down, shook the wine gourd and found that it was empty.

More than a month has passed since he left the Yam Gang.

Moreover, most of the time is wasted on aimless driving.

The main purpose of his trip this time was to obtain marrow refining martial arts and break through to become a master.

However, this marrow refining secret technique is basically in the hands of various powerful forces such as the Eight Great Sects. Although they welcome experts like Zhong Shenxiu to join, they will teach the true method without studying it for a few years or more. Obviously not realistic.

Even the most enlightened court has no such good thing!

Zhong Shenxiu estimated that if he joined the imperial court, he would definitely be assigned to work in Shenquan Mendi.

The kind of master martial arts that is very restrictive and cannot break through the level of divine connection can be obtained by working hard.

As for wanting to be like those old royal priests, practice the true magical skills passed down by the Taizu of the Wu Dynasty, and even comprehend the "Wordless Heavenly Stele"? It’s better to wash up and go to bed early...

Unless he picks up a princess and becomes one of the royal family, there may be a third chance.

"Besides, it seems that Gu Qingying has a magical secret book on his body? I didn't pay attention to it before. It's because I am not good at martial arts. Now as long as I find him and kill him, I can mention the Wang family's secret book... I just want to face him. There is some trouble in pursuing the Five Poison Sect... Of course, the bigger trouble is that the Five Poison Sect has not found him, so how can I find him?"

Zhong Shenxiu wandered around aimlessly, and then entered the area of ​​Shang County.

In ancient times, this was the territory of the Shang Kingdom, so it was named Shang County.

Zhong Shenxiu was still a little curious about the founding emperor who was suspected of being a time traveler, so when choosing a route, he subconsciously hurried this way, preparing to visit several ancient ruins of the Shang Kingdom.

Suddenly, there was a traffic jam on the official road in front.

As he got closer, Zhong Shenxiu discovered that someone had set up a card to charge without permission.

This is something that has always been deeply hated by people, but it is often forbidden.

In terms of nature, it is probably an evolved and upgraded version of "I built this mountain, I planted this tree", and it is an open road robbery.

Often, those who set up traffic jams are not the government, but various local tyrants, and even relatives of the emperor. They cut off traffic and block trade routes for their own selfish interests and without regard for the country.

"Old man, who is setting up the card in front of you?"

Zhong Shenxiu approached the crowd, grabbed someone at random and asked.

"The ones setting up the jam in front are naturally Merchant Fort. They are the most dominant force in the area. They have hundreds of heroes under their command. Everyone knows martial arts, can ride a big horse, and shoot a hard bow. The three brothers who own the fort are also well-known in the world. , young people, don’t cause trouble, just pay the money and pass the test..."

The old man answered nonchalantly, but he also had a good heart.

Zhong Shenxiu saw it interestingly, so he got closer and found that there were several chivalrous young and chivalrous girls hanging on the tree next to Luka. They had obviously read too many storybooks and came to fight against injustice. They acted chivalrously but pretended to be cool. Otherwise, he would be tied up by something like that.

'Those who can show off their names have two brushes under their hands. So if the three brothers join forces, they can probably match the master of the Jiuyuan Sect... plus a hundred cavalry, they really have some talent...'

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion ahead.

The crowd pushed aside as if avoiding snakes and scorpions, revealing a young monk in the middle, wearing a shabby cassock full of patches, but he was tall and strong, with dark skin.

"Master, are you going to make things difficult for us three brothers?"

In the pavilion on the roadside, the second businessman who was drinking tea came over and clasped his hands first: "We three brothers are from the martial arts world. We dare not forget the rules. We don't charge money for passing through any martial arts passage. Those knights The young master wanted to make things difficult for us, so he tied us up and taught us a lesson, and then put him down after dark..."

The three brothers are able to establish power and dominate one side, and they are also very discerning.

Martial arts people never provoke anyone, nor do they mess with officials. They only exploit the common people and businessmen to death. Therefore, the business is getting bigger and bigger, there is more and more money, and their reputation in the world is not bad.

But being polite is one thing. When you encounter hard ideas that are really looking for trouble, you still have to suppress them with all your strength, otherwise you won't be able to make a bowl of rice.

The second son of the merchant was brave and careful. At this time, he saw that this monk was a bit extraordinary, so he waved his hand, and several of his subordinates immediately went to call for him.

The Merchant Fort is nearby, and the large group of troops will arrive in a moment. No one can make them bow their heads unless they are experts on the ground list.

"Amitabha, the poor monk wants to ask the donor to do something convenient and destroy this road card."

The monk clasped his hands together.

"You monk, you are so arrogant. Without this income, what will our brothers eat?"

The merchant's second son shouted loudly and punched out, hitting the monk in the chest.

boom!

It was like a heavy hammer hitting a cowhide. The monk acted as if nothing had happened, but Shang Laoer took a few steps back with a look of surprise and uncertainty on his face.

"This master..."

He was about to think of ways to delay time when he suddenly saw a puff of smoke in the distance.

Kick!

The sound of horse hooves sounded, and a large number of reinforcements arrived at Merchant Fort.

"Haha, monk, let me see how you died today?" Shang Laoer was overjoyed when he saw the reinforcements arriving, and returned to his arrogance.

"Amitabha, all the donors are so angry. How about you listen to the poor monk say a piece of Buddhist scripture?"

The monk sat cross-legged and began to recite a scripture: "Looking at the King of Freedom in the World, walking in the deep Prajnaparamita for a long time, I saw that the five aggregates are all empty..."

The melodious chanting sounded.

Zhong Shenxiu's expression suddenly changed.

In his ears, the monk's murmur seemed to turn into a hammer, constantly beating his eardrums. The vague language gradually became unclear, and each verse seemed to turn into a small worm. Living bugs kept getting into his ears, stirring up his inner strength...

"ah!"

A cavalryman couldn't bear it any longer. He fell from his horse and fell to the ground. He was bleeding from all his orifices. He kept struggling. The muscles on his face were distorted and his expression was extremely painful.

This seemed to be the beginning of something. The Knights of Merchant Fort fell off their horses one after another. Even if they covered their ears, they still could not cut off the babble that seemed to come from hell.

"Master, we admit defeat and please take back your magical powers quickly!"

Finally, the business owner realized that he had offended someone he should not offend, and he quickly relented.

"Amitabha."

The monk announced the Buddha's name and ended his chanting.

Zhong Shenxiu looked at the civilians around him who seemed to be fine, and suddenly understood: "Does this person's chanting only work on warriors with internal power? No, rather than that, it is better to say that warriors who have developed internal power satisfy a certain conditions, so you can hear sounds that normal people can’t hear?”

For example, those common people heard only ordinary Buddhist scriptures with great compassion.

But to the ears of a warrior, it sounds ferocious, terrifying and evil.

"Haha... this master is so powerful in Buddhist sound wave skills."

There was a sudden cheer from the crowd.

Zhong Shenxiu heard this, but secretly rolled his eyes: "Is this the sonic skill? Your sister's sonic skill!"