Day and night tour

Chapter 175 Talisman "Five Elements"

"Hua Zi, raise your hand... Don't raise it too high, face your palm towards me... Open your palm..."

Zhou Xuan began to teach Mu Hua how to stretch his fingers.

The instructions were a bit "complicated" and Mu Hua didn't understand, so Zhou Xuan could only help him adjust the movements, just like playing with a large "action figure" with ball joints.

Fortunately, although Mu Hua's brain was not very smart, he was very obedient. No matter which position Zhou Xuan bent his hands to, he would not move.

"Okay, keep doing this."

Under Zhou Xuan's instruction, Mu Hua raised his right arm, clenched his fist, and only extended his middle finger.

According to the wine-boiling monk, if two people are mirror figures, as long as their middle fingers face each other, a layer of ice will form between them.

Zhou Xuan stretched out his middle finger and aligned it with Mu Hua's.

There is no special feeling.

It was just two fingers touching each other. Not to mention the ice layer, not even the simplest sense of familiarity or connection was generated.

Zhou Xuan even penetrated Mu Hua's middle finger with his own perception, then extended it to his arm, and made a circle inside the other person's body - but gained nothing.

"Well, it seems that it is not the person in the mirror."

When Zhou Xuan and Monk Zhujiu were talking about Mu Hua, Monk Zhujiu felt that there was not enough tacit understanding between Zhou Xuan and Mu Hua. It should be that they just looked alike and were not the person in the mirror.

"Nothing, go play."

Zhou Xuan patted Mu Hua on the shoulder and urged him to go and roll the iron ring with Xiao Fuzi.

After returning to Jingyi Shop, Yun Ziliang was bored and read the newspaper aimlessly.

"Old Yun, don't you want to play cards?" Zhou Xuan asked Yun Ziliang.

"It's not time yet. Someone will call in the afternoon."

Yun Ziliang pointed at the newspaper and said, "There have been a lot of big news recently. The Qiye Temple was burned down and hundreds of monks were burned to death... It wasn't you who burned it? When you entered the store yesterday, you smelled of smoke and fire."

"Bullshit."

Zhou Xuan pulled a stool and sat down, grabbed a handful of melon seeds, and asked Yun Ziliang: "Old Yun, have you heard of the man in the mirror?"

"Humph, I saw you messing with Muhua, so I knew you were going to ask that."

Yun Ziliang spread the newspaper on his legs and began to explain it seriously.

"The two people who are mirror images of each other not only look alike, but also have to be equally smart, and even have equally high talents in cultivation. Otherwise, how can they be called mirror images?
I never suspected that you and Mu Hua were people in the same mirror, because the difference between you two is so great."

With Yun Ziliang's explanation, Zhou Xuan no longer thought about the "man in the mirror".

Si Yu'er hasn't come to the store yet. Yesterday, Li Chengfeng just happened to send over an ancient book about "spiritual spirits".

Zhou Xuan plans to take advantage of this time to do some serious research.

Xiao Fuzi put the ancient books on the bookshelf in the room on the second floor. He went upstairs quickly to get the books.

"Try the Cleansing Wrongs Talisman Scripture."

The wine-cooking monk said that talismans are powerful and good at hiding. They can be hidden in various old books and even in bookstores on the streets.

Zhou Xuan released his perception into the Wrong-Clearing Scroll,

The Wrath-Clearing Scroll vibrated slightly.
There is a reaction!
Moreover, there was also a slight vibration coming from the bookshelf.

Zhou Xuan glanced at the bookshelf. None of the ancient books borrowed by Li Chengfeng moved. Instead, the cover of a book called "Horse Racing Guide" was shaking slightly, like a person with a cold and shivering.

"Horse racing!"

Horse racing is real horse racing. Horse racing is very popular in Mingjiang Prefecture, and there is a special horse racing hall with the full name of "Mingjiang Horse Racing Association".

The specifications of the racecourse are quite high, and only the rich or noble can enter to play.

In order to allow ordinary people to enjoy the "fun" of horse racing, underground gambling houses were set up among the people, and the results of the "Horse Racing Association" were used as the final results.

Magazines and publications like "Horse Racing Guide" became very popular.

The book in Zhou Xuan's bookshelf was left by the previous owner and was not cleared out in time.

He flipped through a few pages of the Horse Racing Guide, which was unremarkable, but when he turned to page seven, the paper was filled with vitality.

That vitality seemed to be trying to break free from the paper and the words printed in ink.

“Is this the talisman?”

Zhou Xuan stared at the restless page of paper. The paper resonated with the talisman for cleansing injustices. The vitality faded and shifted in the paper.

He took out the talisman for clearing injustices and flipped it using his perception.

After turning three pages in a row, a paragraph of text appeared in the book: The five thieves are qi and form, which are gold, wood, water, fire and earth. Heaven creates all things with yin and yang and the five elements, and qi is form, not form is qi.

This talisman scripture was only a fragment, not the complete text. Zhou Xuan could not understand it very well, so he put the talisman for cleansing injustices away.

There are many books on the bookshelf, but after a quick glance, there is only a small section of the talisman scripture.

"Perhaps, even for such a short period, I was lucky enough to catch it."

Zhou Xuan took out the ancient book from the bookshelf and went downstairs. When he reached the corner, the staircase was damp and slippery.

His sight was blocked by the book in his arms, and he didn't see the road. His foot slipped and his body fell backwards.
Fortunately, he had excellent perception. Although he had not learned any body movement techniques such as the "light body technique", his perception instantly allowed him to stabilize the center of gravity of his body. His upper body leaned back, almost parallel to the ground, but he managed to stand still. After straightening his body, he continued to go downstairs.

……

Muhua and Xiao Fuzi were playing with rolling hoops and had already rolled to the front of the old painting studio.

Xiao Fuzi rolled fast and was about ten meters ahead of Muhua.

Mu Hua kept chasing after him. Suddenly, he froze in place, and then leaned back for no reason. He leaned back until his upper body was parallel to the ground, and then he straightened up again.

"Huazi, Huazi, what are you doing? Come here." Xiao Fuzi shouted.

Muhua picked up the wire again, rolled the iron ring, and ran towards Xiao Fuzi.

……

Zhou Xuan carried the book on spirit possession and went to the outer hall. He took out a copy of "The Ritual of Spirit Pursuit". Just as he was about to read it, he remembered the words included in the Book of Cleansing Wrongs and asked Yun Ziliang.

"Lao Yun, I just had some inspiration and suddenly thought of this sentence, but I don't quite understand the meaning of it. Can you help me analyze it?"

Zhou Xuan said.

"You said."

"The five thieves are qi and form, metal, wood, water, fire and earth. Heaven creates all things with yin and yang and the five elements, using qi as form, not form as qi."

Zhou Xuan preached.

This passage has no beginning or end, and no context, making it difficult to understand.

Yun Ziliang tilted his head and glanced at Zhou Xuan: "Did you come up with this?"

"Yes."

"Your inspiration is really brilliant. This sentence is directly directed at your new friend."

"Who?"

"Si Ming, the leader of the Thief Hall." Yun Ziliang said, "His incense should be high, at least more than five incense sticks. The fifth incense stick of the thief is called the Five Elements Escape Technique, which has five variations: gold, wood, water, fire, and earth.

This escape technique is the core means for the thief to fight against the enemy. Although the means can be understood as long as the incense level reaches a certain level, everyone's understanding is different, and the mysteries they understand naturally vary in depth.
The depth is different, and the power is naturally different."

Yun Ziliang said: "Using Qi as form, rather than form as Qi, after thinking about it, I feel that this understanding is wonderful."

"What's the difference between the two?"

When Zhou Xuan knew that this passage came from the "Fu Jing", he realized that Yun Ziliang really had good vision.

"There is a huge difference. To use form as Qi is to rely on the method to transform one's own form into the five forms of Qi! But to use Qi as form is to make the surrounding five forms of Qi work for oneself!"

Yun Ziliang said slowly: "Your inspiration is hard to understand unless you are born with a domineering nature.
We who worship the gods in the underworld think that the heaven and earth, gods and ghosts, the five elements, and the great way are all too sacred. We have become believers, and they are high above us.

Therefore, deep down, we just want to borrow their strength, and we will be satisfied if we can borrow some.

Little do we know that in addition to borrowing, we can also control and plunder them and use them for our own benefit!"

"Lao Yun, how many incense sticks did you burn before?"

After listening to Yun Ziliang's arguments, Zhou Xuan felt that this old Yun was a very wise man, and that he must have been very popular in the past.

"Humph, I'll scare you if I tell you this, four incense sticks!"

Yun Ziliang was very proud.

"You are trying to scare me. There must be more than four sticks..."

"There are only four sticks. I swear to God." Yun Ziliang even swore.

"Si Zhuxiang, do you have such a deep understanding of the way of worshipping gods in the underworld?" Zhou Xuan was a little puzzled.

But Lao Yun swore that there were only four sticks, so there really were only four sticks...

……

The Zhou family, under the ancestral tree.

Zhou Lingyi asked Yuan Buyu: "Mr. Yuan, Yun Ziliang only has four incense sticks. Do you think it's possible?"

"Most likely."

Yuan Buyu said: "This Yun Ziliang said he was from Canglong Mountain. I really couldn't figure out who he was at first.
But now after hearing what he said, I know who he is!"

"The 800-year-old inheritance of Canglong Mountain is the best.

Four sticks of incense, sweeping across the gates of the human world,

He was able to light incense at the age of seven, and at the age of twelve he had raised the number of incense sticks to four. Then, he took the initiative to break the incense sticks and cut off the connection with the gods! "

"Can you practice without incense?"

Zhou Lingyi's cognition was challenged.

"Others can't, but he can!" Yuan Buyu said, "He is a born tyrant. Yun Ziliang is not his real name. He is named after the dragon, Zhu Yin!"

Yuan Buyu said: "How did Zhu Yin end up in such a situation? It has been hidden in the painting for three hundred years. There must be a great hidden secret.
Or maybe he hid for three hundred years in order to cultivate better magical powers."

Zhou Lingyi smiled and said, "Having someone like Yun Ziliang accompany me will be extremely helpful to my brother's spiritual practice."

"Of course, Master Zhou, there is a sense of great opportunity in Mingjiang Mansion. I still want to help Xuanzi."

"Don't worry, Mr. Yuan. Nothing will happen to my brother. I guarantee it."

"So confident?"

"Every genius born in a hall has a protector, and my brother has one too!"

Zhou Lingyi closed her eyes and rested.

The most thing she does every day is to "nourish the spirit", which is the way the witches practice incense.

Yuan Buyu was looking forward to Zhou Xuan's opportunity. Today, Zhou Xuan understood the mystery of the "Five Form Escape Technique". Could he understand the mystery of the storyteller's methods one day?
"Master also wants to gain something for nothing!"

Yuan Buyu really wanted to experience the joy of "lying in the yard with the fragrance of incense burning in his heart".

……

"Brother Zhou! I'm here."

Zhou Xuan was reading an ancient book on spirit mediums when the lively Si Yuer suddenly rushed into the store, scaring him so much that he jumped.

"Come in if you want, why are you making so much noise..." Zhou Xuan said as he put the book on the counter.

"I brought you some presents."

Si Yuer also put two paper bags on the counter: "Yuemingzhai's snacks are crispy but not greasy. I guarantee you'll love them." "You're quite polite. It just so happens that my shop doesn't have any snacks for the daughters of wealthy families, so I can only offer you some."

Zhou Xuan opened the paper bag, took out a piece of dessert and handed it to Si Yuer: "Xiao Yu, don't be polite, we are all family, eat!"

He looked so confident and assured, as if he had really prepared the snacks in advance.

Si Yuer was so amused that she tilted her head back and laughed heartily.

"Have a cup of tea, and then we'll talk about the sacrifice."

Zhou Xuan said.

"We can talk now."

"Let me make it clear first. Sacrifice is the way to make the flower-picking handprint tattoo effective. I don't have to make the sacrifice. I don't make any profit from the difference."

"Understand."

"That's good."

Zhou Xuan extended his perception into the "Flower-Picking Hand Seal". This ceremony was not much different from the process of praying to the Heavenly Official, except that it was not as bloody. Si Yuer scratched her arm, and then used the blood to write the three words "Little Protector" on Zhou Xuan's hand.

It means starting from today,
In addition to Li Chengfeng, Zhou Xuan’s temporary bodyguard also includes Si Yuer.

He led Si Yuer to the inner hall.

Si Yuer rolled up her sleeves and scratched five marks on her white forearm.
She used a lot of force and scratched very deeply. Each scratch was deep enough to see the bone and it was so painful that she throbbed.

"Xiaoyu, there's no need to be so honest, just make a few cuts..."

Zhou Xuan was about to persuade her, but he discovered that Si Yuer's wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye!
No wonder he had to scratch so deep? If he had scratched shallower, the wound would have healed before the ritual was finished.

Zhou Xuan stretched out his right arm and handed it to Si Yuer.

Si Yuer dipped her finger in blood and wrote the three words "Little Protector" on Zhou Xuan's right hand.

Suddenly, Zhou Xuan's nails grew rapidly. When they grew to one inch, he cut off the nails and put them into Si Yuer's wound.

At this moment, Zhou Xuan's right hand emitted a blue glow, his fingers moved slightly, and a tattoo of a flower-picking handprint unfolded in front of Si Yuer.

Yun Ziliang, who was sitting in the corner, saw Zhou Xuan's Nuo God's Hand for the first time. He squinted his eyes in surprise, but soon he was relieved.

"This kid has a lot of mysterious events surrounding him, and he also has a blood well. If I were the Nuo God, I would choose this kid as my last disciple!"

Zhou Xuan hooked his right hand again, and the bone tooth flew out, lightly tapping the palm of his hand that was making the flower-picking hand seal.

An eye appeared in the palm of his hand.

"Amitabha!"

A Buddhist chant was being recited within the tattoo. The powerful aura of the gods and the gentle Buddha energy made Si Yuer, whose perception far exceeded that of an ordinary person, stare with stars in her eyes.

"Brother Zhou, you have such a strong aura."

"Feeling better?"

Zhou Xuan asked,

"It's much more comfortable. I feel warm."

Si Yuer said.

Zhou Xuan handed the tattoo to Si Yuer and said, "Put it on the bedside table at home and contemplate it more often every day. It will have a very good suppressive effect on your blood well madness. As for how effective it is, it will take time to give the answer."

After Si Yuer took the tattoo, she did not leave and asked Zhou Xuan: "Brother Zhou, you said yesterday that you would tell me about the book The Legend of the Condor Heroes. Now that I am here, can you tell me about it?"

"What did you talk about yesterday?"

"The Seven Freaks of Jiangnan versus the Black and White Devils."

"Oh... I would like to tell you, but I'm doing business now..." Zhou Xuan glanced at the three empty beds and felt that the excuse of "doing business" was not tenable, so he just told you.

"That's fine. There are no customers anyway, so let's talk about books."

Yun Ziliang, who had been sitting in the corner, looking at Zhou Xuan and Si Yuer with an "uncle smile", suddenly changed his expression, stood up and scolded: "Can you tell stories, kid?"

"How strange! I'm a storyteller, how come I can't tell stories?"

"Aren't you a quick storyteller?"

Yun Ziliang knew that Zhou Xuan was a storyteller, but he only burned a stick of incense. Storytelling is something that requires years of stage experience to hone your skills.

Therefore, Yun Ziliang always thought that Zhou Xuan was just a "storyteller" who was not very good at telling stories.

"Lao Yun, why can't you change your mind? If I can't tell stories well, how can I become a popular storyteller so quickly?"

"Hiss!?" Yun Ziliang suddenly felt that what Zhou Xuan said made sense.

"Wait, what are you guys talking about?" Si Yu'er was confused, so she asked Zhou Xuan: "Isn't Brother Zhou a tattoo artist? How come you're a storyteller again!"

"I practice Nuo, and I go through nine halls. The first stick of incense I burn is for the storyteller."

Si Yuer had already offered sacrifice to Zhou Xuan, and Siming obeyed Zhou Xuan in every way.

In addition, Si Yuer's mother's teacher is Li Chengfeng, who has become a follower of Zhou Xuan.

Due to the complicated relationships, Zhou Xuan did not hide his true identity from Si Yuer.

"Nuo? It seems that only the descendants of the Zhou family can practice it... Oh... Brother Zhou, it turns out that you have been hiding it from me. You are Zhou Xuan, the young master of the Zhou family in Pingshui Prefecture! "White Eyebrow Hero" is the book you are talking about?"

"Yeah!" Zhou Xuan responded calmly.

"Happiness comes too suddenly...wait for me, wait for me..."

Si Yuer was about to walk out of the store.

"where to?"

"Buy some wine and food. It's a pity not to eat and drink while reading Brother Zhou's good book..."

"Don't spread my Nuo ritual around. Just keep it in your heart."

"Don't worry, don't worry, you are my tattoo artist, Brother Zhou."

Zhou Xuan knew Si Yuer well. She seemed to like talking about everything, but she was very tight-lipped about important matters.

"Xiao Zhou, you deceived me. Not only did you tell stories, but you also seemed to be very good at it. But in the end, you have never told me a story!
Do you know how bored I am every night? Do you know how I spend every night? "

"What is cheating? Have you asked?"

"Forehead!"

"If you want to ask, I'm just telling you a story, right?" Zhou Xuan smiled and went upstairs to change into the storyteller's gown. It was so hard to get the chance to tell a story, so of course he had to tell it well.

……

Zhou Xuan had already changed into his gown and had a table in front of him.
The audience is already in place.

In addition to Si Yuer, Yun Ziliang, and Lu Mingkun, Xiao Fuzi also called Mu Hua over.

There was also a table in front of the audience, with fruits, snacks, soda, strong tea, braised meat and roast chicken.

It didn't feel like a storytelling scene, but more like a New Year's tea party at a small company with good performance, with employees performing their talents on stage!
"Are you all ready?"

"Ready."

"Stories and operas are the way to persuade people, walk in the middle of the three roads, good and evil will be rewarded in the end, the right path in the world is vicissitudes!

The topic of the book I want to talk about today is even more important than persuading people, it is called chivalry! What is a chivalrous man? The greatest chivalrous man is one who serves his country and his people. "

"Oh!"

Zhou Xuan opened his folding fan and began to speak: "It is said that the mighty waters of the Qiantang River flow around the Niujia Village next to the river day and night, and flow eastward into the sea..."

As soon as he waved his fan and made a sound, Lu Mingkun and Si Yuer cheered.

"Junior brother, you are still as charming as ever."

"Brother Zhou really has style."

These two are true fans, they have filters, and they applaud Zhou Xuan’s every move.

But Yun Ziliang listened to a lot of radio storytelling, and his standards were quite high. He began to find faults, saying: "Xiao Zhou's storytelling is okay, but it's just okay. His voice doesn't have the charm of an old man. His movements are a bit stylish, but not precise. He's still far from being a master."

"Hmph, you said my brother Zhou doesn't want to pay attention to you." Si Yuer spoke out against Yun Ziliang.

"You have to listen to what my junior brother is saying." Lu Mingkun knew Zhou Xuan's characteristics in lecturing very well.

Zhou Xuan’s lack of skill in storytelling is a major flaw, after all, he does not have enough stage experience.

But the thing about literary and artistic works is that "one new thing can cover up a hundred ugly things". New content and powerful text are more important than skill.

Zhou Xuan continued to speak.

The more he talked, the more exciting it became. As the characters from Jianghu appeared, Qiu Chuji, the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan, the Black and White Devils, one after another, Zhou Xuan's actions, expressions, and the way he told stories about life and dreams, entered Yun Ziliang's eyes, brain, and heart.

He felt that

wonderful!

It's fucking brilliant.

It is much more exciting than those stories that have been told over and over again countless times.

"It sounds nice."

Yun Ziliang held the teapot and listened with fascination.

The only audience member who wasn't quite into the show was Mu Hua.

Mu Hua does not understand complex emotions, so naturally she cannot understand most of the stories in the book.

But he also has happy moments.
When Zhou Xuansheng's dream showed the battle between Mei Chaofeng, Chen Xuanfeng and the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan like a comic strip,
Muhua was so happy that she stood up.

This is why movies were able to quickly dominate the market back then. You may not be able to read, but you can always look at pictures, right?
In the Zhou family's cleaning shop, only Zhou Xuan was telling stories. The rest of the people were mechanically cracking melon seeds, eating cakes, drinking tea and soda, their minds all on Zhou Xuan's story of The Legend of the Condor Heroes.

……

Huifeng Medical College, Institute of Weird Biology.

Three scholars from the Bone Society came to the institute.

They were discussing something at the bloody scene.

Li Chengfeng looked around with a numb expression.

Last night, Wang Yiwen died, his "hunger" disappeared, blood welled up in his brain, and he curled up in the corner of the water tank like a frightened child.

"Yiwen...ah!"

Li Chengfeng and Wang Yiwen had a very good relationship. Now Wang Yiwen's body had broken into thousands of pieces and scattered all over the research institute. He felt sad when he saw it.

"Professor Li, we have not yet found out who killed Wang Yiwen, and there are no signs that the door of the institute was forced open."

"He was hungry, and I don't know how he ran away."

Li Chengfeng found it hard to accept the results of the scholars' investigation. The student was dead, and the murderer and the experimental subject had all disappeared without a trace...

"Keep checking!"

"We have been investigating for half the night and a whole morning, but we really can't find any clues. The Xuejing man's brain is now in a state of confusion. If his emotions can be stabilized, maybe he can provide us with powerful clues."

"Blood well human brain?"

Li Chengfeng suddenly remembered the person who could stabilize the blood well human brain—his new master, Zhou Xuan!
"Yes, please help me, young master."

Li Chengfeng did not choose to call Zhou Xuan. He went to the empty office, knelt on his knees, and worshiped towards the window: "The believer Li Chengfeng is in confusion, please ask the high priest to come in person!"

ps: I came a little late today, I will definitely update earlier tomorrow, my good brothers.

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