Mao Zedong once said, to struggle with people, there is endless joy.
From ancient times to the present, human history has been a history of continuous struggle.
After hearing Ada's news, I smiled and refused his offer to escort me, continuing on my way to the temple alone.
On the road, I had a plan in mind. But I would have to see what moves the other side made before I could react.
As I walked, I finally arrived in front of the temple.
The temple to the Shepherd God of the Du'an tribe had its own unique characteristics, and I had previously seen the temple by the sea god Jira and the temple on the vast snowy mountains.
Compared to the two temples I had seen before, the Shepherd God temple before me now appeared exceptionally low-key.
The mottled outer walls were entwined with a few vines that climbed upwards, hiding the entire temple in greenery.
If I hadn't known beforehand that the Shepherd God temple was located here, I might have spent some time just searching for it.
Why was this temple built so inconspicuously? Did the Shepherd God, being a son of the forest before, particularly favor green?
Let alone a temple dedicated to a deity, judging by its secluded nature, I would believe it if someone told me it was a US military base.
As I thought about it, I inexplicably recalled a meme about the Viet Cong circulating online.
You never know how many Viet Cong are hidden in a dense forest until they appear before you and you realize you are surrounded.
Speaking of which, if the Shepherd God were to issue uniforms, would they be all green?
I imagined myself wearing a green outfit walking through this forest and suddenly felt a chill.
I took a few more steps towards the temple when suddenly a short arrow shot and landed on the ground in front of me.
"This is sacred ground, the temple. Who are you, to dare disturb the tranquility of the Shepherd God!"
The bushes nearby rustled, and two burly men emerged.
Both of them stood over 1.90 meters tall, their upper bodies bare, with strange tattoos on their chests.
After emerging from the bushes, they silently drew their weapons from behind them, pointing the tips at me with a wary expression.
"I..."
Just as I was about to explain my identity, I suddenly realized something.
This guy's reaction was quite amusing. On the surface, he acted very serious and proper, but the occasional twitch of his mouth betrayed his inner unrest.
It was quite a task to ask such a big guy, whose muscles were more prominent than his brain, to show off his acting skills in front of me.
I knew that the people inside would likely try to stall for time, so I wasn't in a hurry, and had already prepared myself to have a good nap right here.
And just as I closed my eyes, ready to fall asleep, a sudden clamor erupted from ahead.
"Where is he! Where is the person?!"