Lord of the Divine Show

'Supreme existence... I didn't expect this author to be involved in this aspect... His end may not be good...'

From these twisted bloody words, Zhong Shenxiu sensed madness, despair, and even... the fear before death!

The so-called "Supreme" probably refers to existences such as [Tianmu] and [Lord of the Door].

For monks who are like ants and dare to record the rights and wrongs of these external gods and true gods, wouldn't they be seeking death?

Even without taking action, the fate's backlash is enough to make him trapped in a cocoon.

Zhong Shenxiu closed "Zhiyi Kao" and put it in the bookshelf.

Old Li Tou asked with a smile: "Does the guest have any decision?"

"These books are all excellent."

Zhong Shenxiu sighed: "However, I am short of money, so I'd better go earn some money first and come back next time!"

"you……"

Old Li Tou came to his senses, his eyes seemed to say - 'Isn't your kid just prostitution for free? ’

Zhong Shenxiu glanced at him sideways, and the connotation was probably - 'How can the affairs of scholars be called prostitution? ’

"Sorry, Mr. Naonuo, let's say goodbye. No need to see you off."

Zhong Shenxiu Shiran took Jiang Kun, who looked ashamed, down the stairs and out of Tingchao Pavilion.

"Brother Fang..."

Jiang Kun hesitated and said: "Even if you want to learn from the poor scholars of the common people, you have to buy a volume in the end. It means the right thing... How can you still have face after this?"

"It doesn't matter!"

Zhong Shenxiu waved his hand and pointed to a corner of the market: "What's over there? Is it so lively?"

"That's where the street stalls are. You only need to hand over a treasure banknote, and you can set up a stall for a day. There are many fakes among them, and there are many fakes..."

Jiang Kun seemed to have had the experience of being cheated, so he solemnly reminded him.

"It doesn't matter, you lend me a sum of money first, and I'll set up a stall to earn some pocket money."

Zhong Shenxiu smiled.

"I wonder what kind of business Brother Fang wants to do?" Jiang Kun suddenly felt something was not right. He obviously wanted to hug his thigh.

But now, why does it seem like someone has also been prostituted for nothing?

Even, you have to spend money and work to run errands for others...

"It's not too much to set up a literary interpretation stall to interpret the literature of the Great Dao for monks, and charge him a fortune per word, right?"

Zhong Shenxiu stretched his waist.

As for the possible follow-up of Tingchao Pavilion, he is also fishing.

‘The man in the Chao Pavilion seems to be interesting... It’s a pity that I can’t use the light of order, otherwise he will kneel down and lick him every minute...'

…

Tingchao Pavilion.

After Zhong Shenxiu came downstairs, the expressions of grievance and anger on Lao Litou's face suddenly disappeared, as if they were just a puppet.

He lingered in front of the bookshelf that Zhong Shenxiu had seen and stared at it for a long time. Then he came to the corner of the attic and pressed a certain mechanism.

There was a squeak.

A staircase was slowly lowered.

Lao Litou stepped onto the stairs, step after step, walking very slowly, and arrived at the third floor of Tingchao Pavilion, which was never open to the public.

Boom!

After passing through a layer of barrier, various noisy sounds were heard one after another.

"The Heavenly Book observes eclipse. How can we interpret the eclipse text? How can we interpret it?"

"I transform all things, and all things transform themselves, how can I exist? No... no..."

"Ah... the great evil will destroy the world, the great evil will destroy the world, we will eventually die, everything will return to death!"

…

There are many beast-like roars, and just hearing them may upset ordinary monks and increase the risk of going crazy.

The third floor of Tingchao Pavilion is filled with cages!

Old Li Tou passed by an iron fence and saw one of the old interpreters banging his head against the wall until blood dripped on his head. He then dipped his hand in the blood and wrote.

Those lines are not ordinary words, but the words of the Great Dao!

Old Li Tou sighed and quickly walked past the half-mad interpreter to the core area of ​​the third floor.

Light!

A kind of light, although weak, is enough to illuminate the darkness, one bright and one dark, illuminating this area.

Lao Li raised his head and saw a mass of material between illusion and reality, like a luminous jellyfish, which was constantly collapsing and expanding.

Translucent tentacles penetrated into each cell and entered the heads of the semi-crazy interpreters, seeming to be absorbing something...

If the guests of Tingchao Pavilion saw this scene, they would definitely be shocked beyond measure.

After all, Tingchao Pavilion actually released such a dangerous-looking monster on the third floor of Tingchao Pavilion!

"Pavilion Master!"

Old Li Tou bowed respectfully.

This strange group of monsters turned out to be the mutated form of the master of Tingchao Pavilion, a great monk!

"I feel it... Someone is interpreting the text of the Great Dao on the second floor today? That kind of light of civilization, the fire of information... is so coveted..."

The luminous jellyfish suddenly turned bright red, like a huge ball of meat.

"There was indeed someone, but they didn't take any of the local secret books. They just looked at the "Zhiyi Kao"... It didn't take long. I don't know if it is suitable for the pavilion master's use..."

Old Li Tou said in a deep voice.

"My practice of [Tai Shang Zhan Yuan Jian My Life Sutra] went wrong, and I turned into this inhuman and ghost form. I can only absorb literary energy every day to save my life... This classic is too profound, and it is also a secret of the earth. The book is infinitely close to heaven. You have to find a master of interpretation to translate the real scriptures before you can repair the flaws and transform it into a human being. You must hurry up and do this!"

"I asked the people in the pavilion to go to the second floor, just to fish, to find a real master of interpretation, or even a grandmaster, who would risk his life to translate the Mysterious Scripture of the Earth for me!"

The blood-red flesh trembled violently, and an illusory tentacle fell on Lao Litou.

Old Li Tou felt as if he had been whipped, and he straightened up, but he forced himself to endure: "Yes! I have sent people to keep an eye on that man. He has not left Fangshi. Every move is under our control. Please forgive me." Lord, be assured!”

He, the master of the pavilion, made a mistake in practicing the secret book technique, and now he has turned into a demon.

Originally, it was just a bookshelf with eyes, a being that could be called a 'book demon'.

But over this period of time, the degree of alienation has continued to deepen, and it has mutated into something even more evil.

Old Li Tou looked very respectful on the surface, but in his heart he matched this form with the description in a certain Western classic.

——Information creature! The demon of civilization!

Although it is only in its infancy stage, if it goes rampant, it will undoubtedly bring disaster to the monks within a hundred miles!

If Zhong Shenxiu was here, he would definitely know why he felt that way before.

As an information creature, a demon of civilization, the nature of the other party is somewhere between reality and reality. It is a semi-digital existence by nature, and it also has an aura of cognitive fallacy, which can easily tamper with the monk's cognition.

But for Zhong Shenxiu, who has the power of Symmetra, it is equivalent to delivering food to your door.

With just one thought, you can easily take over all the other party's permissions and then modify them arbitrarily on the panel...