Lord of the Divine Show

‘Is there a Bodhidharma here too? Coincidence, right? ’

Hearing this, Zhong Shenxiu suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

He thought of more, such as Dongsheng Shenzhou, the hometown of the Second Yanhan Empire, which he had heard about, although only in a novel.

Thinking back to the many worlds we have traveled through, some places may seem different, but some cultural customs and ethnic languages ​​all bear striking similarities...

‘Perhaps… there is a real ‘source world’ that is constantly emitting influence to all the heavens and worlds? Cause the affected world to unconsciously develop in a certain direction...'

‘Or maybe it’s the other-self projection of the id? Is there a great power that is taking on thousands of incarnations, sending out incarnations to all the heavens and all the realms? ’

‘Or maybe... it’s the parallel world theory? ’

'I am afraid that this kind of real secret of the heavens is not something that a little ant of my level can peep into...'

Jing Fan didn't know that Zhong Shenxiu was shocked by just mentioning a name.

At this time, he just said calmly: "Since the death of the first generation of holy monk Bodhidharma, all the holy monks of our Shifo Temple will receive the title of 'Dharma', but most outsiders refer to it as holy monks. Over time, they gradually forget it." , only the monks of Shifo Temple remember this section."

"I see..." Duan Mingyu didn't think too much and said with a smile: "It seems like it's just a coincidence... Beasts roar, and some of the sounds happen to be similar to one of our vocabulary... This is also normal, and local dialects are different, and some are mutually exclusive. I don’t understand some of them, but if I study them carefully, I’ll be shocked.”

He is an expert in the study of sonic skills, so he naturally has a say.

"That's right. Let's have a drink today and then part ways here."

Zhong Shenxiu laughed, causing the face of monk Jingfan next to him to twitch.

"You...you just want to take advantage and not suffer any loss." Duan Mingyu laughed: "I was tricked by this monk, but a gentleman can whip his horse quickly!"

Zhong Shenxiu smiled.

During the time they were on the road together, he also knew that to a certain extent, these two people were indeed the kind of ancient knights who valued loyalty, trust and commitment, and risked their lives for this.

'It's a pity... Although I like to be friends with such people, I can't become such a person after all. ’

Duan Mingyu didn't force Zhong Shenxiu to do anything, and the three of them ate on a vegetarian banquet together. During this period, Duan Mingyu held Zhong Shenxiu in a drinking contest while leaving Monk Jingfan aside.

When the moon was at its zenith, Duan Mingyu pulled out the sword from the harp and danced it gracefully.

His swordsmanship is a direct descendant of the Suyin Sword Sect. As expected, it is like a willow dancing in the wind, with a graceful and elegant posture, and an ethereal sound that makes Monk Zhong Shenxiu and Jingfan highly praised.

The next day.

Zhong Shenxiu walked out of the guest room and saw the waiter cleaning up other houses in the courtyard. When he saw him coming out, he immediately bowed and said: "My guest, your two companions have already left, so you don't have to worry about it... um , before leaving, they also settled the bill..."

"That's it..."

Zhong Shenxiu sighed, quickly suppressed his emotions, and asked: "Where is the Niu Shenjun Temple? I'm going to have some fun today..."

…

Niu Shenjun Temple.

It is surrounded by a piece of flat land, and from a distance, there is a circle of huge standing stones. Each stone is ten meters high, deep and heavy, and even exceeds the city gate, forming a circular wall.

‘Is this Stonehenge? This must be Stonehenge, right? ’

‘That Lord Shang is really good at playing! ’

Over thousands of years, wooden buildings will always decay, but this relatively primitive temple made of huge stones still stands on the earth.

After walking past the huge stone pillars that looked like the Greek Temple of Agriculture, Zhong Shenxiu saw the main body of the Bull God Temple.

It is not big, with only one main hall made of huge stones.

In the main hall, there is a stone statue.

A bull-headed man, wearing a robe, holding something in his hand... Due to the baptism of time, the original colors and lines on the stone statue have been mostly blurred, and only an outline can be barely seen.

"Shangjun..."

Looking at this statue, Zhong Shenxiu sighed quietly.

By this time, there were still sacrifices in Niu Shenjun Temple, but Shang Jun had already disappeared in the long river of history.

After all, for a tyrant who brought disaster to the whole world with smallpox, even if Taizu of the Great Wu Dynasty later revolted and wiped out the entire Shangjun clan, the whole world would only applaud him, and no one would feel sorry for Shangjun.

"Here's a drink to you, unknown time traveler... No one knows your achievements, and your infamy will last forever..."

Zhong Shenxiu took out the wine gourd, poured a glass of wine, and sprinkled it on the ground of the temple that was said to be built by Lord Shang himself.

"There's nothing wrong with that. At least you are different from all other living beings. You will be remembered forever by future generations... As for the sad thing about the destruction of the country and the destruction of the family, anyway, you would have kicked your legs by then, so out of sight is out of mind..."

"My end may not be better than yours..."

After doing this, Zhong Shenxiu walked out of the Stonehenge Cow Temple and prepared to leave.

But at this moment, he looked back and his expression suddenly changed: "This...this...seems to be..."

He gritted his teeth, ignored the shocking world, directly used Qinggong, jumped onto the roof of the tallest house nearby, and examined the specific structure of the Stonehenge.

"This Stonehenge...is a mysterious ritual!"

After observing in a circle, Zhong Shenxiu closed his eyes and recalled the Western occult knowledge he had obtained from the Headless Earl.

"It fits the requirements of the ceremony...it's not just set up haphazardly."

With prejudice in mind, Zhong Shenxiu looked at the first Niu Shenjun Temple again, and suddenly felt that every place was different.

"The ancient gods are extremely powerful creatures...or...they are a natural or even cosmic phenomenon in themselves...They do not pity humans, nor do they hate humans. It just happens naturally..."

"And wherever the ancient gods show their traces, they will inevitably leave an impact..."

Zhong Shenxiu thought about the ritual of summoning the Gate of Ten Thousand Gates again. That cliff, even after hundreds of years, still had some supernatural residue.

And here, the same is true!

"My body does not have the [Herder] ability of the main world, and the internal strength is too low. I almost missed it at first... This kind of influence is the entire Temple of the Ox God. It is hidden in the ordinary..."

Zhong Shenxiu looked at Stonehenge, his eyes gradually losing focus.

He saw the arc, which seemed to be filled with some mysterious angles, like a signal tower.

When Stonehenge was completed, it seemed to have become a beacon, or... a pedestal.

Some indescribable thing traveled through the world, no, came through dimensions, and settled on it!

He once... came here!

"Are you attracted by the essence of Shang Jun's time traveler...or were you summoned by death and plague?"