The mountains are all ink-colored.

The ancient Buddha's head was stolen by a monster with a human body and a sheep's head. 
The Ghost buried an eye in the Buddha's temple, and from then on, the world's fire was extinguished, and darkness engulfed the continent.
To combat the Ghost' invasion, the gods of day and night were born between heaven and earth.
This is a narrative passed down for generations by storytellers.
What was the true nature of the ancient Buddha, the Ghost, and the wandering gods of day and night on the once great continent?
Perhaps, traces can be found in a troupe named 'Zhou Family Troupe.'
The Zhou Family Troupe,
is a troupe that performs operas specifically for the dead...

Wandering Gods of Day and Night

"It's just a stone idol filled with vile energy and no spiritual essence. Let me show you its true colors!"


Zhou Xuan's harsh words resonated powerfully.


He swung his arms, putting all his strength into smashing repeatedly with a hoe. Small cracks expanded into large gaps, with blood flowing through them. The laborers around him kept retreating; some of the more timid ones even knelt down and clasped their hands in prayer, begging Buddha not to blame them.


He had admired Zhou Xuan before, admired his intellect and exceptional perception, but now, he admired him even more!


"People who do great deeds need to have such vigor."


He almost wished he could slide down there and shout to Zhou Xuan, "Brother Zhou, let me help you!"


The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't bring himself to shout them out; it only turned into a sigh: "Alas, I'm ultimately not one to do great deeds."


Chapter 30 Story