Late at night, a dilapidated temple, an old man, offering prayers to the gods...
Zhong Shenxiu leaned against the wall, seemingly observing a play unfold, and waited until the elder had finished worshipping the deities before asking, "Do you believe in Niu Shenjun?"
"The gods are many under heaven, and at each place I offer respect. It is my custom, ha-ha, young friend, do you need any provisions?"
The old man chuckled, looking at Zhong Shenxiu.
"No need." Although hungry, Zhong Shenxiu was an old Jianghu hand and wouldn't rashly eat food from strangers, especially not such an odd grandfather-grandson pair.
"Speaking of which... Niu Shenjun is no simple deity; he protected the Shang Dynasty for a cycle of sixty years before the Wu Dynasty. He is incomparable to other orthodox deities..."
The elder seemed interested and began to discuss the topic.
"Oh? I would like to hear more details, Elder."
Zhong Shenxiu grew curious.
