Day and night tour

Chapter 211 The Altar is Broken
Zhou Xuan returned to the store and fell asleep as soon as he hit the bed. He was exhausted from practicing the Cleansing Wrongs Talisman all night long.

Zhou Xuan was awakened by a loud noise at three o'clock in the afternoon. It sounded like a lot of people came to the first floor of the store.

Zhou Xuan got dressed, washed up and went downstairs. He saw seven or eight unfamiliar faces in the store, one of whom was carrying a drawing board. They were all chatting enthusiastically with Yun Ziliang.

When these people saw Zhou Xuan, before Zhou Xuan asked them anything, they all bowed and said in unison, "Hello, young sir."

"Who are you all?"

"Oh, we are all teachers at Huifeng Medical College."

Huifeng Medical College is a college under Gu Lao. Being a teacher in a medical college makes it obvious that you are Gu Lao.

"You came to my shop..."

"We are here to visit the suffering scholar. We are all colleagues and we want to express our gratitude."

“……”Zhou Xuan.

Zhou Xuan waved his hand and said, "The great scholar is in the old painting studio, why are you joining in the fun here?"

"First, I came to visit the great scholar. Second, I also want to bring some gifts for the young master."

Only then did Zhou Xuan notice that there were boxes of various sizes on the counter in the store.

"I accept your kindness. If you want to visit the great scholar, go to the old painting studio. By the way, you can visit him if you want. Why do you need to bring a drawing board?"

The old man with the drawing board on his back said seriously: "I usually like to draw..."

"Do you want to draw two pictures for the miserable scholar as a record?" Zhou Xuan asked.

"I'm not painting for the great scholar. I mainly want to paint the donkey. The donkey has a super masculine beauty."

Zhou Xuan: “…”

Still a travel enthusiast?
After finally sending this group of Bone Elders away, Zhou Xuan poured himself a cup of tea, sipped it, sat on a bamboo chair, took out his pocket watch to check the time, and felt that the people in the Bone Elders Association were not very keen on watching the suffering scholar.
The news that the Painful Scholar was "delighted" by the Black Donkey spread last night. Li Chengfeng and Gu Ling both got the news. So the news should have spread all over the Bone Elders' Association this morning.

Why did the elders come so late?
"It's already three o'clock in the afternoon and Master Gu just came..."

"What do you mean just arrived? Several waves have come." Yun Ziliang said, "You were a sleepyhead and didn't hear the excitement. The wave that came this morning even set off two strings of firecrackers when they entered the street."

Zhou Xuan: “…”

"And there's Old Gu who buys flowers and black clothes for Black Donkey." Yun Ziliang told Zhou Xuan about the excitement he had missed while sleeping.

Zhou Xuan was a little puzzled and said, "I can understand buying flowers. Happiness is also a happy event. Wearing flowers is a good omen. But why buy black clothes?"

"Dress the donkey in black to ward off evil spirits. It is said that the suffering scholar is too unlucky, and we are afraid that it will infect the big black donkey."

"..." Zhou Xuan's brows were twisted into one.

Damn, the ones who draw donkeys, set off firecrackers, buy flowers and black clothes, all the little old guys in the club are talented!

After Zhou Xuan finished his tea, he asked, "Where's the fifth brother?"

"The old knife handle of Ling Chi is here. You have to go and see the scene of Ling Chi..."

"Old and miserable?"

"It's beautiful." Yun Ziliang clapped his hands, as if savoring the moment.

Zhou Xuan was speechless. Why did Lao Yun become abnormal?

"I'll go look for Brother Five."

Zhou Xuan went out and went to Cui Jie's snack stand first, ate a bowl of pork belly noodles to fill his stomach, and then went to Lao Huazhai.

At the entrance of the old painting studio, it was like a ribbon-cutting ceremony for an opening, with flower petals and red paper scattered all over the ground.

The scenery is lively and there are a lot of people.

There were quite a few people standing in the lobby of the painting studio.

"The popularity of the suffering university scholar is as miserable as that of a stepmother. Why are there so many people who take advantage of others' misfortunes?"

Zhou Xuan shouted "Make way" while squeezing his way upstairs.

"The young master is here, please make way, make way."

Someone shouted and the crowd automatically made way for them, allowing Zhou Xuan to calmly go up the stairs.

When we got to the second floor, there were still people standing in the corridor, making noises from time to time.

"Wow, great scholars are really good."

"Mr. Pain, please smile, otherwise it will be difficult to take pictures."

"Hey, someone, move Teacher Pain to the side a little. It's delaying my drawing of the donkey."

Zhou Xuan: “…”

"Painful scholar, with your virtue, you really deserve everyone's enthusiasm for you."

Zhou Xuan stood in the corridor and gave a thumbs up to the crowded cells of suffering scholars.

There were too many people in the room, so Zhou Xuan decided not to go and watch the fun. He walked directly to the second cell, where the old knife-holder who had been tortured to death by lingchi was imprisoned.

As soon as he pushed the door open and took a look at the scene inside, he understood why Yun Ziliang said it was "beautiful".

Senior Brother Lu was very particular about his work. When he dissected a corpse, the corpse would not sit up to give him a bad review. However, he had extremely high standards for himself.
Simple incisions must be straight and level, not even the slightest bit crooked. Complex and numerous combined incisions must have a compositional aesthetic.
There is a kind of clean beauty...if you don't look at the old knife handle's body.

"Fifth Senior Brother, did Ling Chi exceed four thousand cuts?"

Four thousand cuts was the goal that Lu Mingkun set before the lingchi.

At this time, Lu Mingkun was sitting under the window. The sunlight shining into the room shone on him, making his face look unreal.

He stretched out his right hand from the light and made the number five.

"Five thousand swords, one sword is still missing, I'm waiting for you to come with this sword." After Lu Mingkun finished speaking, he stood up, slipped out a bamboo knife from his sleeve, and stabbed the old swordsman in the heart.
After the blade penetrated deeper, the last bit of vitality in the old knife handle also disappeared.

"puff!"

After a dull sound, Lv Mingkun pulled out the knife, wiped the blood off the knife with a handkerchief, and said to Zhou Xuan: "Many years of revenge have been avenged."

"Are you happy?"

"Not really." Lv Mingkun said with a wry smile, "I think about revenge every day and every night, but I just realized today that I don't even remember what my third uncle looked like. I always remember that he had a mole next to his ear, but now that I think about it, I'm not sure.

Alas, revenge is a must, but if my third uncle is still alive and living by my side, that would be the best outcome."

"Yes, being alive is the best outcome. The lives of these dogs cannot exchange for the life of your uncle."

Zhou Xuan agreed with Lu Mingkun's opinion. No matter how tragically the death of the great scholar and the temple master was, Lin Xia and those fang ghosts would not survive.

"Junior brother, the body is your sacrifice to the blood well. I'll leave it to you. I'll go back to the store and take a rest."

Lu Mingkun patted Zhou Xuan's shoulder, picked up his gown, and left the cell. He looked neither happy nor sad. After taking revenge, it seemed that the fierceness he had cultivated for many years had dissipated.

"We need to find something for Brother Five to do. He's obviously a lot more depressed."

Zhou Xuan focused his attention on the body of Old Daobazi, as well as the skin and meat in the white plate.

In his divinely inspired secret realm, the black water was still calm, and the white-bone monk who could help him get down to the blood well was meditating in the black water.

The gate of the Chenghuang Taoist temple in Feiyue opened, and the eyes on the wall blinked wildly. The flesh and blood of Old Daoba was visibly reduced.

When the eyes had eaten up all the flesh and blood of Old Knife Handle, snow began to fall in the Chenghuang Taoist Temple, and bloody words appeared on the two stone tablets standing in front of the temple gate.

On one stone tablet, "asking for divination" was written, and on another stone tablet, "shaping gods" was written.

"Hey, is there something new in the well?"

The old knife handle was the first sacrifice after the complete fusion of the Blood Well and the Divine Revelation.

After eating the sacrifice in the blood well, Zhou Xuan was given two choices.

It is not difficult to understand these two choices. Xuejing is asking Zhou Xuan whether he wants to use this sacrifice for "divination" or for "shaping a god".

"God-shaping."

Zhou Xuan made his choice in his heart without much hesitation.

Bloodwell is the most powerful White Walker in the world, and "divination" is not the ultimate means of his ability.

Since there is a new method of "shaping gods", Zhou Xuan naturally wants to see it for himself.

After Xuejing heard the answer in Zhou Xuan's heart, the snow in the Chenghuang Taoist Temple floated towards the altar in the center of the temple.

The altar was originally empty, at most it was just a stone pillar. After the snow fell on the altar, a palm was suspended above the altar, and there was nothing else.

"Is this what it means to sculpt a god? To sculpt a slap?"

"Hey, Jingzi, have you learned bad things from Aqi and started making art?"

call!
The Shenqi Black Water, unable to bear Zhou Xuan's complaints, rolled up a wave and drenched him like a drowned chicken.

"Aqi is a little narrow-minded."

Zhou Xuan wiped his face clean and left the secret realm with a smile.

Even though he complained, he believed in his heart that Jingzi must be doing something great.

For example, the last time it transformed the "God-speed Armor Horse", it was very effective and matched well with Zhou Xuan's incense method.

"Later, after I eat the two sacrifices, the Master of the Temple and the Scholar of Pain, I will try the effect of the God-shaping again."

Thinking of this, Zhou Xuan went downstairs and went to the backyard of the old painting studio, where there were many yellow foxes. Through them, he could find Huang Xi from the Yellow Gate.

Go through the Yellow Gate and find out "Hunger" and "God of Willow".

……

The Blood Well and the Divine Revelation have been completely integrated, causing some to be happy and others to be sad.

Zhou Xuan was naturally happy that Jingzi had a new method of "shaping gods", although he didn't know what this method was used for.

A sad person is like a well lamp.

……

At the eastern corner of Nanshan Street, there is a mountain called "Mingshan".

The word "Ming" in Mingshan sounds very elegant, but in fact this mountain was a well-known mass grave in Mingjiang Prefecture during the turbulent years. There were wild graves everywhere in the mountain. It is said that at night, one could hear the sounds of ghosts crying and goblins howling when entering the mountain.

Mingshan is a mysterious place and few people dare to enter it, but there is a big temple in the deepest part of the mountain.

This big temple is neither Buddhist, Taoist, nor witchcraft. There are three words written on it - Blood Well Temple.

There were no statues of gods in the temple, but countless corpses were hanging on the beams.

The hands of the corpses were tied with iron chains hanging from the roof beams. Because of the long time, these corpses had been treated with anti-corrosion and dried by the strong wind day and night. The original flesh and blood bodies actually had the feeling of stone and jade.

The wind blew into the temple, making the corpses sway, and when the corpses collided with each other, a crisp "ding-dong" sound was made.

There is a corpse hanging on the roof of the temple, and the temple grounds serve as an altar.

The altar is round, with a diameter of tens of meters. Thousands of White Walker characters have been carved on the ground of the altar by craftsmen.

Normally, believers would pour a large amount of blood into the altar, which would flood the altar and form a pool of blood.

The pool of blood completely covered the White Walker characters at the bottom of the altar.

But it is not the case today.

At this time, the blood pool had dried up, and most of the White Walker characters on the bottom of the altar had disappeared. The remaining small part of the characters was also disappearing at an accelerated rate as time went by.

Dozens of believers gathered around the altar anxiously, especially the "altar master" who was in charge of the altar, who was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Keep pouring blood, pour, pour!" The altar master directed the believers to pour buckets of blood into the altar, hoping to restore the altar to its former "blood pool" appearance.

"Si Tan, it's useless."

The believers poured the blood in the buckets onto the altar, which was like red-hot iron, instantly turning the blood into mist.

The temple was in chaos. The altar master was so anxious that his face turned pale. He kept muttering, "Why hasn't Teacher Jing come yet..."

As he waited eagerly, Jingdeng appeared, dusty and exhausted.
She strode up to the altar and asked bluntly, "What's wrong with the altar?"

"Teacher Jing, you are here. Since last night, the temperature of the altar has begun to rise, evaporating the blood in the blood pool completely. The words at the bottom of the altar are also disappearing quickly..."

Si Tan wanted to clarify the whole story with General Jing Deng, but General Jing Deng's face was as gloomy as iron.

This altar was built to open the blood well, but when the time was almost up, the altar was destroyed.

"How could the altar be destroyed?!"

Jing Deng knew the importance of the altar. She did not dare to delay. She threw the purse in her hand on the ground, took off her clothes, and walked towards the altar naked.

"Teacher Jing... the temperature of the altar is very high."

Well Deng is not afraid of the high temperature. She is the psychic of the Blood Well, and the high temperature generated by the Blood Well cannot hurt her.

She walked to the edge of the altar, held her breath, and walked slowly and gracefully on the altar until she reached the center of the altar, then knelt on one knee.

She touched the ground of the altar with her hands, and beneath the ground were hundreds of skulls.

These skulls were offerings to the blood well when the altar was built.

With the sacrifices and the altar, the well lamp could always sense the blood well, but at this moment, she could not feel any response from the blood well at all.

"No response, the Blood Well didn't respond."

Jing Deng's heart sank to the bottom. Facing the blood well that no longer responded to her, her heart was filled with resentment.

Day and night, sacrifices are offered to the Blood Well in this temple, and the efforts to please the Blood Well have never stopped for a moment.

But what did the Blood Well do?
He turned around and left, cutting off all contact.

"Respond, I beg you to respond."

The well lamp slapped the ground of the altar hard, but to no avail.

Not only did the blood well not respond to her, the White Walker writing at the bottom of the altar also completely disappeared.

"What happened? The blood well disappeared overnight..."

Jingdeng's eyes turned red, tears of despair flowed, the altar without the white walker writing began to crack, and the altar stone also aged very quickly.
The hard stone, as if it had been attacked by thousands of years of wind and rain, was suddenly covered with dense sand holes.

"Go find the young lady... Tell her that the Blood Well has left and we no longer have the ability to open it."

Jingdeng got up in a daze, returned to the place where he had just left the altar, put on his clothes, and left the Blood Well Temple under the watchful gaze of the altar master.

……

Jiuli Mansion Villa District,
A black car was parked at the deepest point.

The car was almost new before it entered the villa, but after entering the villa, the iron body of the car became rusty within half a minute. The transparent glass headlights on the front of the car seemed to have aged, and the glass had a layer of yellow.

Jing Deng encountered this strange phenomenon every time she entered Jiuli Mansion. Naturally, she was not surprised. She opened the car door, walked to the fountain, and preached to the maid holding the cat.

"I want to see the lady."

The maid led the way and brought the well light into the small attic on the second floor.

There were two coffins in the attic.

The maid gently closed the door and left. Jingdeng walked to the coffin on the right and said in a crying voice, "Miss, the Blood Well no longer responds to us."

"Where is the altar?" asked the woman in the coffin.

"The altar was broken, and all the words of the White Walkers were weathered away."

Jingdeng told the woman in the coffin exactly what happened in the "Blood Well Temple".

"I understand. The Blood Well has a new temple body. It no longer needs us. It has taken the initiative to destroy the altar and leave the Blood Well Temple.

Our altar, which had the power to open the blood well, was destroyed just like that."

In the vision of the woman in the coffin, as long as the altar could hold out for a few more days, she could use human lives to open the passage to the blood well.

It might cost a lot of "lives", but she doesn't care.

By opening the blood well, she can go back three hundred years.
Three hundred years ago in Mingjiang Prefecture, the ancient tattoo clan held a ceremony to worship the gods. Although the consequences of that ceremony were extremely tragic, the ceremony contained the body she needed.

But now that the blood well was gone and the altar was broken, it was almost impossible for her to go back three hundred years. At least, she couldn't think of a way.

"Jingdeng, the altar was destroyed yesterday. So what happened in Mingjiang Mansion yesterday?" asked the woman in the coffin.

Jingdeng thought for a moment and replied, "Yesterday, the great scholar and the abbot of the temple were exposed and were hunted by the Bone Elders. I heard that it was closely related to a man named Xiaoxiansheng. This Xiaoxiansheng is an acquaintance of ours."

"Who?"

"Zhou Xuan!" Jingdeng said.

"Is it the Zhou family Nuo god who got the Blood Well Diary?" The woman in the coffin.

"Yes."

"The most exciting thing that happened yesterday was the accident of the abbot and the scholar of pain, and then the blood well altar began to crack. Don't these two things seem like coincidences?
Zhou Xuan, who was involved in the affairs of the temple master and the suffering scholar, also had the Blood Well Diary in his hand.

This person is very strange."

The woman in the coffin suspected that the departure of Xuejing and the destruction of the Xuejing altar had a lot to do with Zhou Xuan.

"Since Xuejing left for Zhou Xuan, it can also return for him. Jingdeng, find a way to capture Zhou Xuan and send him to the altar, forcing Xuejing to repair the altar on its own initiative."

The order from the woman in the coffin put Jingdeng in a difficult position.

"Miss, Zhou Xuan is no longer the same as he was before. He has a close relationship with Old Gu, so it will be difficult to catch him."

"Is it difficult? It's time for that kidnapper to take action. Mr. Feng has been living in comfort for so many years, it's time for him to go out for a walk."

The woman in the coffin ordered.

Jing Deng, who was originally nervous, felt more at ease when he heard the name "Mr. Feng" and said quickly: "If Mr. Feng takes action, we will definitely be able to capture Zhou Xuan."

"Go get your work done."

"Miss, this time, we must get it done." Jingdeng bowed to the coffin and quietly left the room.

After she left, the people in the two coffins in the house started talking.

"I don't trust Jing Deng at all. She has no guts in doing things."

"Second brother, I don't trust her either, but there is nothing I can do. The only people who can enter and leave Jiuli Mansion are her and Mother Yuan. Mother Yuan can do some things, but most things can only be done by the well lamp. We have no choice."

Mother Yuan is the maid holding the cat at the door.

"I have no choice, but Jing Deng is not someone who can accomplish anything. I want to get out of Jiuli Mansion and capture Zhou Xuan myself."

"Brother, don't say anything angry. If either of us leaves Jiuli Mansion, we will be watched. Don't worry, Mr. Feng can just take action and catch Zhou Xuan. It's no big deal... Just lie down and take a rest."

After this persuasion, "Second Brother" no longer insisted and stopped talking, and the two coffins in the room became quiet.

……

"It's a sure bet, and only costs three bucks for one divination..."

In the backyard of the old painting studio, Zhou Xuan sat on the steps, covering his face with his hat, dozing off, waiting for Huang Xi.

Zhao Wuya was holding up a banner that said "Selling Fortune Tellings" and practicing how to shout for fortune telling on the street tomorrow.

It would have been fine if he practiced one or two times, but after shouting for more than ten minutes, Zhou Xuan was too lazy to take off his hat and cursed at Zhao Wuya: "Can you, a Taoist priest with a big nose, shout farther away? Can't you see that I'm taking a nap?"

"There are few people here, so it's not embarrassing to practice." Zhao Wuya's brain circuit was not normal. He still held up the banner and asked Zhou Xuan: "Landlord Zhou, look at me like this, do I have the aura of a fairy?"

"I'm too lazy to look at it. You said you have a shop but you don't want to run it. Why do you have to stand on the main street to sell fortune-telling tomorrow? Are all you Taoist priests who seek dragons so shabby?"

Closing his eyes to rest did not stop Zhou Xuan from complaining.

"You don't understand. Those who keep the shop are called capitalists. They don't have the integrity of the fortune tellers on the street."

"Chunta Niang is sick."

Zhou Xuan cursed inwardly, took out a small notebook from his pocket, tore off a piece of paper, tore it in half, crumpled it into two small balls, and stuffed them into his ears.

As a result, just as he finished, Zhao Wuya fell silent. He neither practiced his voice nor chatted, as if he had disappeared from Zhou Xuan's world.

"Hey, Yazi, you are not poor sometimes?" Zhou Xuan took off the hat covering his face, opened his eyes and looked at Zhao Wuya. He was immediately furious and threw the hat at the back of his head: "Yazi, you still have the spirit of the underworld, Feng your uncle's bones!"

At this time, Zhao Wuya was resting his head on the flagpole, looking at Huang Xi who was getting closer and closer, his eyes were full of tears.

"This sister is so beautiful that she is a feast for the eyes." He shook his head as he spoke.

"Go back to your room, you disgraceful fellow."

Zhou Xuan gave Zhao Wuya a slap on the face.

He also understood why the big black donkey had such a brilliant record. What kind of owner raises what kind of donkey.

Zhao Wuya was driven into the Old Painting Studio by Zhou Xuan. Huang Xi asked, "Who is that Taoist priest?"

"Specially for you." Zhou Xuan said in a veiled manner, "He can kill spirits and capture Xiao."

"Don't scare me." Huang Xi leaned against the stone railing and handed Zhou Xuan an envelope.

After the envelope was opened, there was a booklet.

The book records all the major crimes committed by "Hunger" since he appeared in Mingjiang Mansion.

The time and place of the crime were recorded clearly.

Huang Xi said: "Including the case of cannibalism of babies that you investigated yesterday on Jiaofangju Street, all are recorded in the book.

This is your reward for the "Remnant Robe" puppet diagram you gave to Huangmen."

"Let me take a look at this crime record first."

Zhou Xuan went back to his room and took the map of Mingjiang Prefecture. He then compared the crime scene in the book and drew a circle on the map.

After drawing circles around all the places where "Hunger" committed crimes, these circles actually formed a pattern on the map...

ps: Good brothers, I updated a big chapter, muah

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