Day and night tour

Chapter 158 Miss, your vest has fallen off
True Destiny Church is on Stadium Road,

Going further west on Qiuchang Road, you will reach Shijiupu. Mingjiang Prefecture divided the area along the river into "pu" according to the location.

Shijiupu was the cargo distribution center of the Mingjiang River water transportation. Sand ships and cargo ships coming and going all docked here, so naturally business was prosperous in the vicinity.

It was still dark at this time, but several lights had been lit in Shiliupu and several breakfast shops had opened their doors to welcome customers.

Zhou Xuan ordered two baskets of steamed buns and two bowls of hot soy milk, and sat at a small table at the entrance of the store with Lu Mingkun, eating and chatting.

"You said that Old Lady Liu committed suicide?"

"It's not just suicide."

Zhou Xuan told the memories of Old Lady Liu before her death - after Old Lady Liu signed her name "Liu Xiuxiang" and Liu Jinmin offered her name to the God of Life, the God of Life took control of her.

However, this kind of control was not obvious, and Liu Xiuxiang was just an ordinary person who had never worshipped gods or had any ghost stories, so naturally she could not be discovered.

On the morning of her accident, Liu Xiuxiang went to the glass factory to melt glass as usual.

The glass was being burned in a crucible. When Liu Xiuxiang had melted a pot of glass until it was red hot, she suddenly heard someone calling her name.

"Liu Xiuxiang!"

"Liu Xiuxiang!"

Liu Xiuxiang couldn't tell where the sound came from, so she felt lost. She looked left and right, and gradually her eyes became blurry. She seemed to think that the sound came from the glass crucible, so she moved to the crucible as if she was hysterical and put her head into it...

Then, Liu Xiuxiang's scalp was completely burned off. Liu Jinmin, who had been waiting for a long time, entered the factory and, on the pretext of "sending his mother to the hospital," carried Liu Xiuxiang on his back and went to the True Destiny Church.

“It’s really weird.”

Lu Mingkun was drinking soy milk.

Zhou Xuan said: "This evil god was very weak before he had any skills. But even without any skills, if you were controlled by him, you would know how cruel this dog-like thing is. Just by using a name, he can bewitch people."

"Mingjiang Mansion is really weird. There is a strange ghost called Shi Weitian who set up a hall to kidnap people, and there is also this evil god appearing."

Lu Mingkun drank all the soy milk, stuffed the last steamed dumpling into his mouth, and left the breakfast shop with Zhou Xuan.

"There is a tram in Shiliupu, which opens very early and is more convenient than taking a rickshaw."

Zhou Xuan led Lu Mingkun to wait for the car in front of a dance hall in Shiliupu that had not yet opened.
The timing was just right, a tram stopped by the roadside... the tram opened and closed its door and sped away.

After another minute or two, the shadow of the black dog followed the smell of Zhou Xuan and Lu Mingkun in the True Fate Church and found its way to the front of the dance hall.

But the flavor was gone.

The search for the dog's shadow could not proceed... Zhou Xuan and Lu Mingkun took the tram, and there was no smell on the road, only the smell of the tram.

Even if the dog's shadow attached itself to the next train, it didn't know where Zhou Xuan would get off.

There are so many tram stops, and you can stop whenever you want.

Confusion and bewilderment appeared in the dog's eyes. It sighed and had to continue trotting westward, trying its luck to see if it could catch the scent of Zhou Xuan and the others again.

But Dog Shadow soon discovered that no matter how it ran, it seemed to be circling back and forth on the road in front of the dance hall, running from the east wall of the dance hall to the west wall, and then the next moment, returning to the east wall and running towards the west wall.

At this moment, a right hand appeared out of thin air behind it.

Grab the back of its head with your right hand and push deeper into its brain until two fingers extend from its eyes and hook into its eye sockets.

Zhou Xuan did just that and picked up the dog shadow.

The hand of the Nuo god can catch virtual ghosts.

Zhou Xuan controlled his perception and wandered inside Gou Ying's body, and unexpectedly heard the sound of "a man and a woman" chatting.

"The two people who killed someone are nowhere to be found! Xiao Hei has lost the clue."

"They are lucky. If I find out who it is, I will skin them alive as a sacrifice."

"Fortunately, 'Life' is the weakest evil god in our hands. If he dies, we can train another one. It will take some time..."

"Don't talk, second brother. There are eyes. Quick, kill Xiao Hei and pull out his eyes."

The woman who was chatting noticed something strange about Xiao Hei. The next moment, blood-red runes flashed on the dog's body. Every time they flashed, the dog's shadow melted quickly. In a few moments, the dog's shadow that Zhou Xuan was holding turned into nothingness.

"'Ming' is the weakest evil god in their hands?"

Zhou Xuan savored these words.

"Junior brother, you are really alert. You really caught a dog." Lu Mingkun praised Zhou Xuan.

There is a steel ferry bridge between Qiuchang Road and Shijiupu. Not long ago, when Zhou Xuan was going up the bridge, he looked back inadvertently and saw a black dog shadow at the entrance of the bridge, walking and stopping, as if sniffing something.

Zhou Xuan immediately suspected that the dog was coming to find them, so he deliberately asked Lu Mingkun to sit outside the store to have breakfast, while observing the dog's shadow in the distance.

"Sure enough, he came to find us."

Zhou Xuan saw that the route the dog took was the same route he and Lu Mingkun took, so he waited until the dog was approaching, paid the money, and went to ambush in front of the dance hall where the tram stopped.

The two of them did not get on the bus, but hid in the alley next to the dance hall. Zhou Xuan put on a Bifang mask, rolled up his sleeves into several layers, and wrapped them around the wake-up block. When Gouying arrived at the tram stop, he snapped his fingers and hit the wake-up block.

The wake-up stick was wrapped in the sleeve and made almost no sound, but it made the dog fall asleep.

Then came the storyteller’s method of “strolling in the garden”. The Nuo god appeared in the dream with his right hand, hooked the dog’s eyes, and successfully caught the dog!
Zhou Xuan said: "Fifth Senior Brother, I just heard someone talking inside the dog's body. It should be its master. It's not just one person. I heard two masters, a man and a woman.

They didn't realize the dog was dreaming at first, and in order to make it easier for the dog to find us, they kept the connection tight, and I overheard the conversation, but soon they discovered something was wrong with the dog and killed it."

"What did they talk about?" Lu Mingkun asked.

"They want to capture us as sacrifices."

Zhou Xuan laughed as he spoke.

Lv Mingkun was also infected and laughed: "Haha, they are overthinking it. Even if they release a dog, they can't catch us."

"Don't underestimate the dog master. They just said that the God of Life is the weakest evil god in their hands! And they can quickly break my dream, at least more than five incense sticks."

"Forehead……"

Lu Mingkun was a little hesitant.

This sentence contains a lot of information - the weakest evil god in their hands means that they have more than one evil god in their hands, maybe many.

and,

The dog master can control the evil spirit, and the incense level is very high.

What are they? Great gods, great yins, white walkers, or even more powerful evil gods?

"This Mingjiang Mansion is too weird. Not only did they produce an evil god, but they even raised an evil god as their subordinate?"

Zhou Xuan felt that he not only had to understand spirit writing, but it would be best if Li Chengfeng could get him some ancient books about evil gods.

In order to clear his name several times, Zhou Xuan estimated that he would have to "deal with" the evil god in the future.

……

After a busy night, Zhou Xuan and Lu Mingkun returned home and fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was already noon.
Xiao Fuzi cooked a table full of dishes. He set up a table on the second floor and called Zhou Xuan and Lu Mingkun to eat.

After they got dressed and washed up, they sat around the table and ate.

Zhou Xuan was eating his meal and asked Xiao Fuzi, "Where's Lao Yun?"

"He went to buy roast chicken and soju."

"Old Yun's meals are pretty good, he has to eat meat at every meal." Lv Mingkun said, "I guess he got burned out in the old painting studio, eating potatoes for every meal, who can stand it?"

"What do you mean by overeating? I, my ancestors, and the nobility all had one or two hundred dishes for every meal. What's the big deal about eating roast chicken?"

Yun Ziliang was climbing the stairs with great difficulty. When he heard Lu Mingkun talking about him, he spoke out in rebuttal.

When he walked to the table, he stretched his head to take a look and said with disdain: "Xiao Fuzi's cooking is okay, but it's too plain. Edamame, green vegetables, tofu, oh, are these all for feeding rabbits?"

"Eat this." Lao Yun was a little harsh, but he was definitely not stingy. He tore off two chicken legs and gave one to Zhou Xuan and Xiao Fuzi, then tore off half of the chicken butt and handed it to Lu Mingkun: "You only deserve to eat this."

Lu Mingkun: “…”

Xiao Fuzi gnawed on a chicken leg and asked Yun Ziliang, "Grandpa Yun, you just said that your ancestors had one or two hundred dishes for every meal. Is that true? I've never seen a hundred dishes."

"How could it be false? Let me tell you a few dishes - steamed lamb, steamed bear paw, steamed deer tail, roasted ..."

Yun Ziliang was very eloquent. Without taking a breath, he recited twenty or thirty dishes to little Fuzi, which made Fuzi so hungry that the rice tasted much better.

Zhou Xuan frowned as he listened, and poked Yun Ziliang with the butt of his chopsticks: "Old Yun, your ancestors don't look like nobles. They look like they were crosstalk performers."

"..." Yun Ziliang.

"Aren't you going to tell me the names of the dishes?" Zhou Xuan took out a wake-up stick from his pocket and slammed it on the table. He winked and said, "How about you use my wake-up stick? Go to Dongshi Street and earn some money for our store to supplement the family income."

Yun Ziliang placed his two palms on his knees, shaking them up and down: "You want me, a great Heavenly Master, to go to the ground? How shameful... How shameful!"

Joyful laughter suddenly rang out in the room.

After laughing, Yun Ziliang proposed to Zhou Xuan to "raise the license fee".

"It's rising again. How much has it increased?"

"Increase to two hundred?" Yun Ziliang said loudly.

Zhou Xuan waved his hands repeatedly and said, "Old Yun, it's not that I don't want to spend money, but I'm afraid that you will go further and further down the road of gambling! You play ten yuan today, two hundred tomorrow, and two thousand the day after tomorrow. When you lose all our store, you will stand still and look back. Wow, you are already standing in the middle of the deep sea of ​​gambling and can't get out of the shore!"

"I don't care. If you don't raise my license fee, I won't show you the good stuff..."

"What good stuff?"

"A stone!"

"..." Zhou Xuan: "Master Yun, are you teasing me like a child?"

"This is not an ordinary stone!" Yun Ziliang said with a smile, "It is the stone of the ancient tribe. They call this stone Master Mingshi!"

"That's ridiculous. How can the ancient tribe's stone fall into your hands?"

Zhou Xuan was not surprised, he just thought Yun Ziliang was talking nonsense.

How could a person who couldn’t even leave East Market Street get the stones of the ancient clan?

"Why did you lie to me?"

Yun Ziliang talked about the excitement he saw at the well in Dongshi Street last night.

"A rough guy with a gecko tattoo on his body! The gecko is about this big..."

Yun Ziliang gestured with two fingers and said, "Gecko was holding a stone and meditating on the ground. A locust tree grew out from under his butt! The tree grew bigger and bigger and almost burst him alive!"

He stretched his hands to the limit, trying hard to show what it felt like to be "bursting". At the same time, he stroked his face with his hands, just like wiping away rain water with his hands after being drenched in rain.

"A living person was blown up, and blood rained down from the sky... But I, a resourceful dragon-hunting master, was not afraid of the blood rain. I walked to the tree gracefully with steady steps and picked up the stone of the ancient tribe."

Yun Ziliang is really an old actor, not only does he brag, he also paces back and forth in the room with graceful steps.

"You should be my storyteller."

Zhou Xuan felt that Yun Ziliang needed not only a wake-up stick, but also a folding fan so that he could satisfy his craving for acting.

"See if you still don't believe it? Let me show you." Yun Ziliang took out an ordinary stone from his pocket.

As soon as the stone appeared, Zhou Xuan felt the incense in the secret realm move.

Zhou Xuan's mind sank into the secret realm of divine inspiration, and he saw the faint green smoke from the burning heart incense, which was not rising straight up, but tilted slightly towards the direction of the stone.

At the same time, the ghost girl holding the lantern that Zhou Xuan was carrying on his back in the secret realm also tilted her head and looked at the stone.

The incense Zhou Xuan was burning at this time was tattoo incense, and the ghost lady holding the lantern was a tattoo opportunity. They were all affected by the stone, which naturally meant that the stone was indeed something belonging to the tattoo people.

"This stone is interesting." Zhou Xuan reached out to take the stone, but Yun Ziliang put it away and instead stretched out his hand to ask for the card fee.

"I have to play this card." Zhou Xuan took out two green 100-yuan notes from his wallet and slapped them on the table. "There are no children crying every day, and there are no gamblers losing every day. Take this to make up for the loss."

"If you win, I'll treat you to a meal at the restaurant."

Yun Ziliang put the stone down, took the card fee and was about to go and be a "money-spending boy", but Zhou Xuan stopped him and said, "That's not right, Old Yun, since you are looking for Master Long, why do you lose money in the small mahjong hall every day?"

"Did I lose money? I was just accumulating luck."

Yun Ziliang said: "A person's luck is a sum. If you have good luck here, you will have bad luck elsewhere. I lose on purpose when playing cards so that I can have good luck elsewhere."

After hearing this, Zhou Xuan gave Yun Ziliang a thumbs up and said, "It has to be you!"
You have to be thick-skinned!
Unlike Lao Yang, who is also a poker player, he is much more thin-skinned. When he is insulted, he gets so angry that his face turns red and he almost wants to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

After Yun Ziliang left, Zhou Xuan began to study the stone. He looked at it from left to right but couldn't see anything special about it.

Zhou Xuan simply tried to break it by brute force, and he penetrated his perception into the stone.

His perception suddenly became like a fishhook, reaching into the boundless ocean. Surrounded by the boundless azure blue, Zhou Xuan was dazzled.

He withdrew his perception and looked at the stone again, not understanding its function.

"This stone is really nothing special. But inside it, there seems to be a world."

Zhou Xuan held the stone and entered the secret realm of divine enlightenment. He asked the Lantern Bride through his thoughts: "Do you know what the stone does?"

The Lantern Bride ignored Zhou Xuan.

Zhou Xuan has gotten used to it. Ever since the bride entered his secret realm, she has not spoken a word except for singing eerie and creepy songs all day long.

Not to mention the bride in the Shenqi Secret Realm, Zhou Xuan still has two choices. The first is to bring the stone into the Totem Hall to see how the blood tree in the hall reacts when it sees the stone.

The second option is to go to the Blood Well to ask for divination and see if the Blood Well has any guidance.

Zhou Xuan chose the second option first. Of course, he would definitely ask Xuejing about the price.

……

Meditate on the Blood Well, enter the Blood Well,
Zhou Xuan stood beside the blood well, with a question in his mind: It's not on credit, it's not on credit. If I want to know how to use the Nether Stone, what kind of sacrifice do I need to provide?
Snowflakes fell to the ground and condensed into a word on the ground - five!

"Just to know how to use the Nether Stone, you need five sticks of incense?"

Zhou Xuan decisively left the blood well.

too expensive!
The five incense sticks are also hard to find.

Even if they found him, killing him would require Zhou Xuan and Lu Mingkun to plan for a long time in advance.

The last time he fought Chun Meng, Zhou Xuan had already witnessed Wuzhuxiang's methods.

At that time, with the help of obsession, his dream was able to barely trap the spring dream, and the spring dream was just a fake five incense sticks that "burned incense with his life".

If they were real five-stick incense, Zhou Xuan’s dream would definitely not be trapped.

"It's a bit difficult to make the five incense sticks as offerings, why not wait for the Totem Hall!"

Zhou Xuan has two chances to enter the Totem Hall, but the incense has not burned two inches yet. If he enters the Totem Hall now, Blood Tree will not teach him new tattoo patterns. Going in rashly would be a waste of chances.

"One more day at most."

Zhou Xuan decided to wait a little while. Siming would soon be able to get the monk's ghost and make a "Flower-Picking Hand Seal" tattoo to cure her daughter's madness.

As long as he finishes this tattoo, Zhou Xuan's incense will be able to burn two inches. Then when he enters the Totem Hall again, even if he has not found out how to use the stone, he can learn a new tattoo pattern and will not waste the opportunity.

Thinking of this, Zhou Xuan put away the stone and went to the store door to read the newspaper.

Zhou Xuan is very busy these days, but he takes time out every day to check the newspaper to see if there is any information about the Blood Well Society’s gatherings.

"Twenty shops, when will the economy take off?"

This codeword appeared in three newspapers at the same time.

"The rally time is 8:00 p.m., and the code word is - when will the economy take off."

Zhou Xuan memorized the code and the time.

……

A famous temple cannot maintain its fame without famous monks.

Qiye Temple is located on Laoshipan Road in Mingxi District. This temple is very famous in Mingjiang Prefecture. Two hundred years ago, a famous monk, the Wine-Boiling Monk, emerged from the temple.

Before he was 22 years old, the wine-cooking monk was a Taoist priest. Later he converted to Buddhism. He was very famous for his Buddhist skills, but also very crazy. Before he passed away, he used a pen dipped in chicken blood to write the word "death" on the chest of all the Buddha statues in the temple.

It is rumored that the wine-cooking monk loves to drink, but he is extremely effective, good at debating and preaching, has a unique vision, and has the ability to predict the future. Many nobles are willing to donate incense to him.

Now, time has passed, but the fame remains. Although Qiye Temple is no longer the most famous temple in Mingjiang Prefecture, it is still well-known far and wide.

Siming sat in the meditation room of Qiye Temple, holding a tea bowl, staring into the clear eyes of the temple's abbot, Master Dehai, and asked, "Master, how is the monk's ghost that I wanted going?"

"I'm afraid it'll be difficult."

Master Dehai clasped his hands together and said, "No monks have passed away in the temple recently, so naturally there are no ghosts to be found."

"That's what you answered me yesterday."

"Today too!"

"It's your grandmother." Siming was so angry that he smashed the tea bowl and grabbed Dehai's cassock: "I know that Master Deyan, the abbot of Qiye Temple, has been suffering from an incurable disease for a long time. Now he can only breathe in, but not out..."

"But he hasn't..."

"If he's not dead, then give him a hand!" Siming sneered, "Others may not know what kind of moral character your temple is, but I know it very well. Before the monk Zhujiu died, he cursed your Qiye Temple, and now everything has come true."

"Master Si, there are some words that cannot be spoken nonsense."

"Humph, if you want me to shut up, then give me your soul as soon as possible. This morning is your last deadline. After this time, I will really be a big mouth!"

Siming threw down these harsh words and walked away with his sleeves stroked.

"Seven leaves boiled in wine, not good or not good."

Master Dehai sighed deeply, pondered for a long time, and then walked out of the room step by step.

……

Zhou Xuan finished his dinner early and went back to his bedroom to rest. He dozed off until 7:40 and then began to prepare for the meeting.

When the hands of the pocket watch pointed to 7:58, he used the method of voice modification to transform his voice into a rough one, then struck the wake-up stick to create a disguised dream.

"When will the economy take off, when will the economy take off..."

Zhou Xuan kept reciting the secret code, and he entered the bloody mist again under the identity of "Li Facai".

Jing Deng seemed to be in a very bad mood today and looked listless. In the past, she was the most enthusiastic greeter at the gathering. As soon as Zhou Xuan entered the gathering, she would say, "Fa Cai, long time no see."

But today, she didn't even call her name, which shows how depressed she was.

Jing Deng was not in a very good mood, but the others were very excited.

The one with the most passionate emotions was Yu Zhaixing.

At the last rally, this girl instigated the members of the Blood Well Society to deal with the kidnappers, but was retorted by everyone. She was so angry that she took the initiative to disconnect from the rally and went "offline".

Yu Zhaixing said, "Do you know that the kidnappers in Mingjiang Prefecture have been in trouble recently? Many of their dens have been wiped out by Liaogui's men. Do you know Liaogui? It's a small gang in Pingshui Prefecture. Although it's small, the people are very united."

Zhimajiang also said: "It's not just Liaogui. I heard that Guaizi's Chunmeng is also dead. Chunmeng committed suicide in the hospital. Before he died, he pointed out Guaizi's affairs. This made the Bone Elders behind Shande Hospital furious. In order to calm things down, Guaizi asked many of his disciples to take the blame."

"I heard that Chun Meng died in a very strange way, and was killed by a master. Zhimajiang, did you do it?"

"It's me, it's me!" Zhimajiang laughed and said, "I told you clearly, I, Liuzhuxiang, just wanted to kill a little erotic dream, it's nothing."

"You keep bragging. Last time you said that you were chased by a kidnapper for several blocks."

Zhou Xuan: “…”

Suddenly, I started to talk about it among the netizens at the gathering.

The kidnapper was badly wounded, which raised the spirits of the dozen or so members of the gathering.

Yu Zhaixing said again: "Hey, let me tell you, the kidnapper suffered a blow, which is just a small piece of good news for us. Let me tell you a big piece of good news - we, the Blood Well Psychic, are saved!"

"What's the help?"

"Recently, a tattoo artist from an ancient clan appeared in Mingjiang Prefecture. My mother told me that he is very young and his tattoos can suppress my madness!"

"is it?"

"real or fake!"

"Tell me about it!"

"Say it quickly."

One stone can cause a thousand ripples. At the last gathering, everyone had a very bad impression of Yu Zhaixing, but this time, she brought good news that was like a "life-saving straw". Everyone was very excited and spoke out enthusiastically.

"He made a Buddha head tattoo out of human skin. Guess what? OK! I haven't been crazy for two or three days. I even miss the feeling of being crazy."

Everyone at the gathering: “…”

Yu Zhaixing added, "By the way, I heard that the Buddha head tattoo is not the best. He is going to make a flower-picking handprint tattoo for me in the next two days. I heard that the effect is better. I have been communicating with the spirit of the Blood Well for four years. I am almost going to become a real lunatic. Thanks to him..."

"Where is the tattoo artist's shop?"

"I can't tell you that." Yu Zhaixing said, "I am willing to help you all. If the tattoo of the flower-picking handprint is very effective, I will ask the tattoo artist to help me make a few more! Anyone who wants one can come to my house and buy it."

When everyone heard this, they praised Yu Zhaixing with all kinds of words.

Zhou Xuan's brows were furrowed. After all this time, he realized that this Yu Zhaixing was Si Yuer, the daughter of Siming and Duan Qinglan!

No wonder she didn't take the kidnapper seriously and didn't particularly care about her identity being exposed. This daughter of the Si family really had the capital to not hide anything.

If any blind beggar dares to cause trouble for him, he will be doomed.

The kidnapper's hall is in Mingjiang Prefecture and relies on the support of the "Gu Lao Hui".

But Yu Zhaixing is not entirely honest and straightforward! At least she once lied to others that she moved from Pingshui Prefecture to Mingjiang Prefecture.

At least she knew not to reveal the tattoo artist's true identity.

"Tattoos have no effect on blood wells! I used to think they had an effect, but now I know that they are useless."

The assembly leader, Iden, finally couldn't help it and spoke out to deny the tattoo's suppressive effect on the blood well...

(End of this chapter)