At the beginning, the universe was in a dark world.

But in this chaotic universe, the supreme spirit of one's own existence already exists.

It is invisible, has no characteristics, transcends the senses, has no birth, has no death, has no existence, and has no non-existence, it is unknown, and therefore has no name, but later people call it "Brahma".

It is the foundation of this universe, and it exists forever and is invisible.

People expressed their respect and doubts for it in this way: "There is no birth, no death, no day, no night. It is only it, breathing in its own way, but not breathing air. Who knows? Who declares? Where did it come from? Where did it come from?"

“Where does it come from? Does it originate from itself?”

"On that high sky, overlooking the earth. Does it know everything, or does it know nothing?"

Fan decided to create the world, so he produced "existence" from "nothing". It first created water and then put a seed in the water.

This seed turned into a golden egg, as dazzling as the sun shining brightly. One side of Brahma was born from the egg and became the god of creation - Brahma.

Brahma lived alone in the golden egg, and the long years that exceeded human imagination were spent in his thinking.

Finally, he used the power of thought to divide the golden egg into two, the upper half became the sky and the lower half became the earth. In order to separate the heaven and the earth, he arranged air in the middle, determined the direction of southeast, west and north, and created time, and the universe was formed in this way.

Next, wisdom, consciousness, and senses are born one after another, and the five elements that make up all things are also born one after another: emptiness, wind, fire, water, and earth.

The five elements that constitute all things, planets, rivers, oceans, and mountains also appear one by one.

Then the gods were born and humans were born.

In order to reproduce the population, Brahman's lips produced "Brahman", priests in charge of knowledge and sacrifice, 'Kshatriya's hands, samurai and kings holding swords to defend their country, 'Vaisya's on their thighs, farmers and merchants who created wealth, and finally 'Shudra's on their feet, destined to serve the workers of the above three types of people.

...

A gate made of gold appeared in a dead wood, and a man in armor walked out of the door after a moment.

This man is naturally Zhang Sen.

The first thing he did when he came out was to confirm the environment. After finding that there was air, he breathed a little relieved, and then looked around to confirm that there were no other creatures.

The air here was very dry. He did not take back the lost door, immediately took out the door to go home, opened it back to his room, and then walked out of the lost door.

He did this to confirm one thing, that is, after the door is opened, the destination is locked, and as long as the door is not closed again, he can repeatedly enter the same world.

“Where is this place?”

Zhang Sen flew into the air, and his hair was very desolate, and even the riverbed had many spider-web-like cracks.

He flew slowly and finally saw a village. The village was very backward. The houses were made of soil and the roof was paved with dry firewood and thatch. From a distance, the people in the village were dark and thin. He was a little doubted whether he had come to Africa.

"Hey, what are those people doing?"

He quietly flew to a hut, and then he found a group of people holding someone, as if doing sacrificial activities. They sang and danced around a stone, and then placed the offerings in front of the stone.

The language of these people sounds very strange, but it is vaguely familiar.

He took out the recorder and quietly recorded a voice message, then left the village and returned to the castle with the door of his home.

"What kind of language is this? And it seems that the village is still very backward. The best-wearing people are still animal skins." He took out the recorder, imported the recorded voice into the information card, and then sent it to the forum for inquiries.

As soon as his post appeared, countless people responded quickly, but most of them said they didn't know.

"Your Majesty, if I hear it correctly, the voice you made is somewhat like Hindi. I am not sure if it is, because it is also like Sanskrit in ancient India, which seems to be worshiping a certain god." At this time, a latest reply made his eyes lit up, and the replyer was named Su Benqing.

He took out his cell phone to check Su Benqing's information.

Su Benqing was an extremely greedy person who joined the Dragon Kingdom half a year ago. What he was greedy was knowledge, ability to remember everything and extremely smart. He is currently teaching at Longsen University in the Capital of Gods.

He immediately contacted Su Benqing and invited him to come.

An hour later, Su Benqing came to the castle to meet him, and Zhang Sen met him in the conference hall.

"How much does Professor Su know about Indian language?" Zhang Sen asked directly without being polite to Su Benqing.

Su Benqing was wearing glasses and holding a thick book in his hand. He pushed his glasses and replied: "Your Majesty, there are a lot of Indian languages. Currently, there are 17 languages ​​in the official language, but your pronunciation should be Sanskrit. Sanskrit is a language that the Aryans gradually spread when they entered the Indian continent in the 14th century BC. Later..."

"Wait, I understand!" Zhang Sen saw that Su Benqing wanted to make a long statement, and probably couldn't finish it for a few days, so he quickly spoke to stop him.

He coughed and asked, "Is there a way for me to learn Sanskrit in a short time?"

"Your Majesty, I don't really know Sanskrit. I guess it's difficult to find anyone who is proficient in Sanskrit in the entire Dragon Kingdom. After all, India was colonized by Britain for a long time. Nowadays, the common languages ​​are English and Hindi. Although Hindi was developed from Sanskrit, there are actually many differences." Su Benqing said with a wry smile.

Zhang Sen felt that the world behind the Lost Gate did not look like ancient India, and after entering that world, he had a special feeling, as if there were eyes peeking at him, which made him feel a little uneasy.

However, those eyes should have no malice and were more curious, so he did not run away immediately at that time.

Next, Zhang Sen and Su Benqing discussed a lot of topics about India, from customs to beliefs, from messy ancient history to even more messy myths. Finally, Su Benqing had a class to attend, so he stood up to say goodbye.

Zhang Sen returned to his room, thought about it carefully, and decided to investigate the specific situation of that world first and see if he could fly back to China. If he could fly to China, everything would be easier.

He doesn't understand India's history, and does he still have no understanding of China's history?

He did it as soon as he said, put on his armor and immediately entered the lost gate. It was still the dead woods. He flew quickly as soon as he came out. Wherever he passed, it was drought. He saw several tribes with corpses everywhere, and many people were worshiping gods, as if praying for something.

After flying like this for several hours, he couldn't stand the boring process, so he used the power of the cannon to choose different targets to jump.

Suddenly, he stopped and saw that the earth ahead actually had a boundary, and the sky also had a boundary. A huge monster body was further away, making him feel dazzled when he looked at it.

"What the hell is this?" Zhang Sen landed on the ground, and he lay down on the edge of the earth and looked down, but unfortunately he couldn't see anything and was pitch black.

This is definitely not the earth, but some strange world, and it has a close connection with India.

In an instant, he had already guessed.

This is probably the mythical world of India. After all, existences such as the sky and the earth often exist in various mythological stories and legends. There was also a similar statement in ancient China.

"Guests from afar, what are you watching here?" At this time, an old man's voice came from behind Zhang Sen.

Zhang Sen turned around in an instant and saw an old man who was almost scared by the old man. The old man standing behind him had red skin and was wearing a white robe, looking at him curiously.

Of course, red skin is not enough to scare Zhang Sen. The problem is that he has four faces and eight arms, which is weird and terrifying no matter how he looks.

"Is it strange for me to do this?"

The old man asked, then his body changed, leaving only one face and six arms retracted, only two left.

In fact, Zhang Sen couldn't understand what the old man said at all. The two of them stared at each other and were confused for a moment.

"Oh, I understand, you don't understand what I said!" The old man suddenly realized the problem, then spread his palm, and a golden cup appeared in an instant, with some transparent liquid inside. He stretched the golden cup in front of Zhang Sen.

Zhang Sen looked at the old man and understood what the old man meant.

He knew very well that he was no match for the old man. When the old man's body changed, he realized his identity.

Red skin, all sides and eight arms, wearing a white robe, a crown, and a huge swan strolling not far away. If this old man was not Brahma, the god of creation, he would eat shit on the live broadcast.

In fact, after he realized that this might be the Indian mythical world, he guessed that the person who peeped at him before was probably a god or a demon, but he didn't expect that it was Brahma, one of the three main gods.

Zhang Sen knew very well that Brahma wanted to kill him, so he didn't need that much trouble, so he took off his helmet and took the golden cup, and then drank the liquid in one sip.

"Guest, can you understand what I said now?" Brahma asked with a smile.

Zhang Sen looked at Brahma in surprise and nodded, "I understand."

Next, the two sides had a exchange. Brahma invited Zhang Sen to visit his home. Zhang Sen was also curious about what Brahma’s residence looked like, so he agreed to go.

Brahma lives in the Brahma realm above the Milu Mountain. If Brahma had not been guided by Brahma, Zhang Sen really didn't know how to go.

In fact, Brahma's palace is very magnificent and has a very Indian characteristic. The whole building is very bright in color and there are countless gold and jewelry.

"Why is the Brahma King so dry in the lower realm?" Zhang Sen sat down, picked up the golden wine on the table and took a sip, then asked.

Brahma smiled happily and said, "That's because the drought demon Fuliduo imprisoned the water flow, it was just a little naughty."
Chapter completed!