Day and night tour

Chapter 220: Going Down the Blood Well Again

Zhou Xuan entered the old painting studio and wanted to get rid of the master and the suffering scholar.
The scene in the old painting studio was beyond Zhou Xuan's expectations.

In the temporary prison cell on the second floor of the painting studio, the scholar in pain has gone mad, and the master of the temple who was stabbed with the "Earth" and the Xiao-killing Picture has been biting himself all the time, but now, his mental state is surprisingly stable and his body is intact.

Seeing Zhou Xuan enter the room, the distressed scholar was counting the holes in the iron chain.
"Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen..."

The temple master cast a resentful look at Zhou Xuan. There was blood all around him and a sticky liquid all over the ground.

His body recovered as before, and no longer looked as deformed as it had been after "eating himself raw" two days ago.

"Oh, you're quite capable, have you also learned the skills of the Pain School?" Zhou Xuan used his bone teeth to hook through the temple master's cheek and pulled him in front of him. After careful examination, he found that the temple master's body's rapid recovery was not the "flesh and blood regeneration" of the Pain School.
Zhou Xuan had seen the skin regenerated by blood and flesh on Gu Ling's body. It was whiter and tenderer than the skin of a newborn baby, and as delicate as a baby's.
It's nothing like the master's current body, which is full of blood, pus and rotten flesh.

"I understand. This 'Di Zi's' method of killing Xiao is simply hell. It makes you eat yourself, and then when you are almost done, the tattoo will activate it and make you grow a complete body again, and continue to eat yourself. It is much more vicious than me."

"Zhou Xuan... don't think that you can kill me and the Scholar of Pain safely by finding the painter and Li Chengfeng.
We are protected by the gods, and kidnappers are rampant. That is the gods' tacit consent.
If you kill us, you will destroy the will of God."

After being detained for two days, the abbot and the suffering scholar did not really die, but were just tortured.
This made the master of the temple feel a little lucky - perhaps Zhou Xuan did not dare to kill him.

Therefore, as soon as the master of the temple came out of his "self-eating" state, he pulled himself together and wanted to have a good talk with Zhou Xuan, so that Zhou Xuan could understand who he was dealing with and who was standing behind him, the master of the temple, the great scholar of suffering.
Therefore, he couldn't wait to bring out the title of "God".

but,

Zhou Xuan did not take the title of god seriously.

He took out the bone tooth, hooked it into the temple master's ear, pulled it to the edge of his mouth again, and preached into the temple master's ear with full force,

"You want to use the will of God to pressure me? It's not like I haven't cut off the will of God before!
On the day of the Bone Elders' gathering, the first god that appeared was not the real god, but a forged one I created through tattooing."

"You...you are lying." The master of the temple did not believe that Zhou Xuan could do it.

Zhou Xuan is just a lowly person who can barely hold three incense sticks. How could he accomplish such a grand thing?

"The Ginkgo Totem of the God of Pain and Disaster, the Blood of My Nuo God, the City God "Shui Yong", the Sky Eye Temple "Wu Zi Tian Shi", the Bone Old "Tian Guan", the aura of the three gods,

I tattooed them all onto a puppet corpse, condensing a divine aura that even the old priests couldn't tell. I've described it in such detail, do you believe it now?"

When the temple master heard this, his scalp tingled. He also felt that the reignition of the Heavenly Fire must have been caused by some trickery, but he didn't expect the trickery to be so big?
It also comes from a small person with two incense sticks.

"During the gathering, the clone of the Heavenly Official came. So what? The puppet controlled by me was shattered by the breath of the God. I am not afraid of the clone of the Heavenly Official, so why should I be afraid of you, the black glove who does the dirty work for the God?"

When the master heard this, he knew that he could not threaten Zhou Xuan and would not survive today, so he simply said: "The water in Mingjiang Mansion is deep. You have some courage and skills, but so what?
Sooner or later you will drown in the flood of Mingjiang Prefecture.

If you don’t believe me, just wait and see! "

"I'll show you that no matter how deep the water in Mingjiang Prefecture is, it can't drown a living dragon king like me."

Zhou Xuan pulled out the bone tooth, ruthlessly gouged out the right eye of the temple master, held it in his palm, and shouted, "Jingzi, bury the eye in the wall of Chenghuang Taoist Temple, let him wipe his eyes and look around, and see what it means to be a water dragon king who can stand on the top of a thousand-layer wave!"

As soon as the words fell,
A bloody vortex appeared on Zhou Xuan's palm, completely swallowing up the master's eyes.

The master's eyes floated into Zhou Xuan's divine secret realm.
He first saw the endless black water in the secret realm.

The black water was the "God's will" bestowed upon Zhou Xuan by the Nuo god. The master of the temple felt endless pressure just by looking at it, and it seemed that his eyeballs would burst on the spot if he looked at it for one more second.

In the black water, the abbot saw the White Bone Monk again.

The bones of the White Bone Monk come from the wine-cooking monk who burned eight incense sticks at the Qiye Temple.

The temple master got closer and closer to the seven incense sticks. He had excellent eyesight and immediately saw from the "traces of Taoism and Buddha's seals" on the bones that this skeleton was more than seven incense sticks old.

"Why is Zhou Xuan's Divine Revelation Secret Realm so prosperous?"

The master's eyes were still wandering, and gradually, he floated above the black water and saw a crimson moon.

The aura in the Scarlet Moon also made the viewer feel like his eyes would burst at any time.

"An aura of the same level as Nuo God?"

At this moment, the master of the temple finally understood Zhou Xuan's confidence.

Two days before the accident, he had already heard the news that the Zhou family Nuo God was very kind to Zhou Xuan and gave him the Nuo God's Hand when he was promoted to the second incense stick.

The hand of the Nuo god is not just a hand, it also represents part of the will of the Nuo god.

Precisely because of the will of the gods, the oppressive power of the black water can cover the sky and the sun. Ordinary secret realms of the underworld and gods cannot be compared with it.

Now, Feiyue also has an oppressive feeling comparable to the will of the gods, and Feiyue is the symbol of the Blood Well, which proves that the Blood Well also gave Zhou Xuan a part of its will.

"Xue Jing also regarded Zhou Xuan as his successor."

When the master of the temple was captured by Zhou Xuan, he knew that he was the owner of two secret realms, but he did not expect that his two secret realms were actually his true will.

"You lost... not unfairly." The temple master sneered, "But you were just lucky."

"Lucky? Why did Nuo God and the Blood Well choose me?"

Zhou Xuan did not agree with the master's idea.
When he was promoted to the second incense stick, he stepped on the Zhou family's Nuo masks and was scolded by the Nuo God, but he still forced himself to break each Nuo mask.
It was at this moment that the Nuo god accepted him.

At Qiye Temple, facing the sky, when the divine silk was pulling the remains of the monk who was boiling wine, Zhou Xuan used his bone teeth to cut the divine silk of the sky.

It was not until that moment that Xuejing recognized him.

"Blood Well and Nuo God chose me because I dared to take action against the gods in heaven. I may not have much incense, but I am tough. This is different from you, the god Black Glove."

The master of the temple said coldly: "If you were in my position, you would do the same thing as me."

"It's totally different. The Liaogui Hall has low abilities, but they are very smart. They are good people, but I never regard them as fuel for incense.

They are my friends.”

When the abbot heard this, he suddenly remembered an incident in the past, sighed, and now he understood why he lost.

"Maybe he's just not lucky."

……

The master's eyes drifted to the center of the scarlet moon.

The City God Taoist Temple on Feiyue opened its doors and sucked in the eyes.

The Chenghuang Taoist Temple, which once made the master proud, has now become his prison.

"Just going to jail is not a good thing. Look how flattered you are. You are here to do hard labor."

Zhou Xuan shouted towards the dome of the Taoist temple, "Jingzi, ask the temple master to tell us everything he knows. Will you accept the sacrifice?"

On the stone tablet at the entrance of Chenghuang Taoist Temple, there was a word - No.

"Jingzi, you finally did a good thing. You got all the secrets he knew out of him."

As soon as Zhou Xuan gave an order, all the eyes on the walls of the Taoist temple opened, and all kinds of hateful looks were cast towards the eyes of the temple master.

His gaze was like invisible threads, frantically trying to grab the secrets hidden in the viewer's eyes.

The abbot was howling in pain and begging, but once he entered the City God Taoist Temple with its blood well, he no longer had the say over life and death.

Zhou Xuan saw that the master's eyes were bleeding.

After the blood dripped all over the ground, the master's eyes lost their rebellious look. Like the eyes of all the fortune-tellers, he looked at Zhou Xuan and confessed his secrets.

During this eye contact, Zhou Xuan saw many scenes.
There was a temple master who acted sanctimonious in front of the City God Hall. In the meeting, he spoke in a tone to all the disciples, saying that he wanted to eliminate demons and defend the way of righteousness, and restore peace to Mingjiang Mansion.

There is the greedy look on the temple master's face when he devours the spiritual bones and spiritual blood given by the kidnapper.

In addition to spiritual bones and blood, the master of the temple once devoured living people.

This person was none other than the master’s fellow villager, and they had a very good relationship when they were young.

This fellow villager did not go to the underworld to worship gods, but his psychic talent was comparable to that of the psychic from the Blood Well.

When the fellow villager grew up, he came to Mingjiang Prefecture and wanted to ask the abbot, who was only on night duty as the City God at the time, to help him find a future.

And that night,
The fellow villager became the master of the temple...

This was the first time that the master of the temple ate "human cargo". At that time, he had not yet colluded with the kidnapper, so the "human cargo" had neither the exquisite purification of the knifeman nor the star-covering characters when the kidnapper engraved the inscription.
Therefore, although the quality of this wave of "human cargo" was extremely high, the effect it produced was very low. It did not help the temple master accumulate too much incense, but only planted a seed in his heart -

——It turns out that there is a shortcut to the path of spiritual practice, as long as you don’t take other people’s lives as your own.

When Zhou Xuan saw this, he understood why the master of the temple was speechless when he said that the 獠鬼 was a friend.

Apart from the master's "human and cargo past", Zhou Xuan was most concerned about the kidnapper's second-in-command, Mo Tingsheng, and the number one, the legendary kidnapper - Mr. Feng.

But unfortunately, Zhou Xuan did not see "Mr. Feng" and only captured the image of "Mo Tingsheng".

The master of the temple has been going to Mo Tingsheng to get goods for a long time, starting from 28 years ago.
Mo Tingsheng is a typical thug in a suit. He has an elegant face. When he was young, he looked like a teacher. When he got older, he looked like a kind old man, a Buddhist. His every move was very stylish.

It happened to be this person who was the second in command of the kidnappers' gang.

Among the scenes of the temple master and Mo Tingsheng interacting, there was one scene that particularly caught Zhou Xuan's attention.
At that time, the two were in a magnificently decorated house.
On the table were two wooden boxes containing beautifully packaged "human goods".

Mo Tingsheng held a cigar in his mouth and said to the master: "Two boxes of goods, one box is for you, and the other box is prepared for the suffering scholar."

The temple master patted the goods gently and said to Mo Tingsheng: "Incense, incense, everything is for incense, but what can you do if you climb up the incense level? It's better to have three incense sticks from Mr. Mo. In the Guaizi Hall, you are second only to the first person. If Mr. Feng doesn't show up, you will be the hall master."

There was some sarcasm in his words.
Mo Tingsheng smiled and said, "Master, for you, incense is of course important, but for me, incense is dispensable.

My value lies not in the incense and offerings, but in my psychic qualities before I came to the temple.

My spiritual ability is against the will of heaven. If I cultivate too much incense, it will be noticed by the sky. Three incense sticks are the limit of my cultivation."

Mo Tingsheng concluded: "Compared to the rise of the entire Guaizi Hall in Mingjiang Prefecture, my personal progress in incense offerings is not that important."

"What is the nature of your psychic ability?"

The abbot asked Mo Tingsheng, but the latter just smiled and said nothing.

……

Zhou Xuan left the Shenqi Secret Realm. While he was in the secret realm, Xuejing had already consumed the blood and flesh of the master.

"It's your turn, Scholar of Pain."

The scholar was already going crazy, so Zhou Xuan didn't waste any more time on him. He stabbed the bone tooth into his forehead.
The eyes on the wall of the Xuejing Taoist Temple blinked wildly, happily consuming the offering of six incense sticks.

Lin Xia, the fang-like demon, was killed by the scholar of pain. Now, Zhou Xuan used the bone tooth given to him by Lin Xia to kill the scholar of pain, which implied a certain fate.

The talisman for clearing injustices vibrated, and Zhou Xuan took out the talisman. A new line was added to the last page - East Market Street, Mingjiang Prefecture, bone extraction, clearing injustices.

He closed the book of expiration of wrongs, stood in front of the window, and prayed silently: "Sister Xia, friends of Liaogui, the great revenge has been taken, rest in peace."

He recited the words of the Zhou family's soul-sending ceremony several times before opening his eyes.

At this time, the blood and flesh of the suffering scholar had been completely devoured by the blood well.
After eating two sacrifices in a row, the Blood Well showed prophecies on the stone tablet in front of the City God Taoist Temple - divination and sculpture of gods.

This is Xue Jing asking Zhou Xuan how to use the sacrifice.

Sculpting God,

Last time Zhou Xuan tried using the master of the Taoist temple as a sacrifice, he only created a floating palm on the altar of the Taoist temple.

"The sculptured god made by Jingzi must be a good thing. The sacrifice was not enough last time, so I will try again this time."

In the secret realm, Zhou Xuan communicated with the Blood Well with his mind, and used the two sacrifices, the Master of the Temple and the Scholar of Pain, to create the god.

With his approval, snow began to fall in the Chenghuang Taoist Temple again, covering the altar.
After the wind stopped and the snow settled, two arms and two legs appeared to be floating above the altar.

Since the master of the temple and the scholar of pain were not ordinary six-stick incense sticks, especially the master of the temple, who was only one step away from seven-stick incense sticks, the progress of the god-shaping process increased dramatically this time.
Sculpted the limbs,
But at this progress, Zhou Xuan still didn't know what the purpose of this god-sculpting was.

This feeling is just like the coin pusher in the previous life, where you keep putting coins in but you don’t know when you can push down those huge coin towers.

"You can see the coin tower in the coin pusher, but I can't see anything when I'm just focusing on the god-shaping machine."

Zhou Xuan complained, "Jingzi, tell me quickly, what exactly is the God-Sculpting? Tell me, at least it will increase my initiative to find sacrifices." Xuejing did not reveal the purpose of the God-Sculpting. The eyes on the wall blinked at him with a smirk, as if to say - this is a surprise.

"I hope it's a surprise, not a shock."

Zhou Xuan smiled and left the Shenqi Secret Realm.

When his mind was completely not paying attention to the secret realm, inside the Chenghuang Taoist Temple, the eyes of the temple master began to blink. He looked at the limbs on the altar and vaguely thought of something.

The City God Taoist Temple was originally the first generation of the City God, Shui Yong. After ascending to heaven, he cut his Dharma body into three parts, which became the City God Taoist Temple, the Taoist stone tablet, and Qingfeng in the temple.
Among the disciples of the City God in each generation, only those who have mastered the City God Taoist temple can be called the master of the temple.

The master of the temple was the previous owner of Chenghuang Taoist Temple, so he naturally understood what was on the altar.

“Xue Jing… you actually… actually want to find a helper with extremely high incense value for Zhou Xuan… Only figures with more than eight incense sticks are allowed to be sculpted on the altar… you…”

The master of the temple was very surprised, surprised that Xue Jing was so kind to Zhou Xuan.

But Xuejing was angry.

The eyes on the viewing wall blinked wantonly, and with the invisible threads in their gazes, they madly whipped the eyes of the viewer.

The master wailed in pain again.
The sound of whipping rang out one after another, as if to say, "I'll beat you to death if you keep talking too much!"

……

After Zhou Xuan gave clear arrangements to the scholar of pain and the temple master, he began to prepare to go down the well for the second time.

But before going down the well, he had one thing to do.

He returned to Zhouji Jingyi Shop and called Li Chengfeng.

"High Priest, our people are already packing the brains from the Blood Well into boxes. Once they're ready, they'll be delivered to your store."

"I'm not here to talk to you about the Blood Well Human Brain. I'm here to talk to you about Mo Tingsheng."

"Mo Tingsheng, the City God is still looking for you."

"I'll give you a clue so you don't have to look around blindly."

Li Chengfeng almost screamed out in surprise on the phone - got a clue so soon?
The City God, the Witch, and the Bone Elder have been busy all day, destroying the kidnappers' strongholds everywhere, but they haven't found any clues about Mo Tingsheng yet.

The young man found the clues on his own. How efficient is that?

"I asked the master of the temple about it, and I used a little bit of gentle punishment."

Zhou Xuan did not tell anyone about the incident of gouging out the eyes, sending the temple master's eyes to the Chenghuang Taoist Temple, and being tortured by the Eye of the Blood Well.

He wanted to create a character of a gentle and refined young gentleman, so how could he be associated with a cruel official like the "Minister of Punishments"?
"I understand. Young Master's methods are like spring breeze."

Li Chengfeng said it, but he never forgot the painful scene where the great scholar was pleased with by the black donkey, the disobedient hall master was cut into pieces, and the temple master ate his own flesh.

Zhou Xuan nodded and talked about Mo Tingsheng, saying: "Mo Tingsheng is not very popular, only three incense sticks."

"Can't you?"

Li Chengfeng was a little surprised.
The kidnappers' gang is not a small one, they have been doing evil in Mingjiang Prefecture for nearly thirty years, ranking firmly after Gu Lao, the City God, and the Witch, and even surpassing the Thieves' Gang.

In such a big hall, the second-in-command only has three incense sticks?
"Mo Tingsheng told the temple master himself that his spiritual ability is very powerful. If he burns too much incense, he will be noticed by the sky. He can only burn three incense sticks."

"No wonder." Li Chengfeng, who was well-versed in ancient books, said, "Young Master, what are your psychic characteristics?"

"The perception is strong, and the perception of the five senses is also strong." Zhou Xuan said.

"Other than that?"

"Face reading." Zhou Xuan talked about his psychic characteristics.

This is the best psychic quality of a storyteller. In the words of Master Yuan Buyu, storytelling requires the most practice, and it takes years of stage experience to know what the audience likes and what they love to hear.

But with the help of face reading, one can tell what the audience is really thinking from their ordinary faces during the storytelling process, whether they are bored, annoyed, or find the story exciting.
Then the storyteller can use technology to adjust the storytelling route in time according to the reaction in the audience, which often wins a standing ovation and earns more followers.

"Looking at faces is already considered a very good psychic ability, but there are always some strange people whose psychic abilities are too exaggerated. For example, there was once a disciple of Dunjia who could sense some abnormal changes in the world without any incense.
Even gods would be jealous of such people's talents."

"And then, will the gods send Taoists to kill him?"

"Killing him is one thing, and two, it would take away this person's psychic properties."

"However, there are very few people of this kind. There are not many records of them in ancient books, only a few words. There are such people in the kidnapper's hall. No wonder this hall has gained such a momentum in just thirty years."

Zhou Xuan didn't care too much and just asked Li Chengfeng: "Old Li, can the psychic ability be taken away?"

"Of course you can. Psychic traits are one of the main targets of kidnappers. To take away psychic traits, the gods have their own ways, and we humans have our own ways."

"What solution is there in the world?" Zhou Xuan was very interested.

"Find the spiritual part, and then use your most powerful knife skills to cut it out without missing a single detail."

"How powerful a knifeman must be?"

"Like disobeying the master of the hall." Li Chengfeng said.

Zhou Xuan stroked his chin. If it came to a competition of incense offerings, perhaps the hall master would be better, but when it came to swordsmanship, our fifth senior brother was much better than that hall master.

The lingchi was performed with five thousand cuts, breaking the lingchi record of Jing State. The head of the rebellious hall was cut into several pieces thinner. Can the knife skills be a joke?

"By the way, young sir, I seem to remember that the fifth brother in your shop is a good knife player. I would like to ask you for a favor and let him come to our Gu Lao as an assistant."

Li Chengfeng begged, "My student Wang Yiwen is dead. He was a good knifeman. Now that he is gone, there are many strange creatures in the laboratory that no one has to dissect."

"Then when you deliver the brain to the Blood Well, tell Fifth Senior Brother. It just so happens that he has no interest in doing anything these days."

"That's a good feeling."

"Okay, that's enough. I'll finish drawing Mo Tingsheng's portrait and put it in the drawer of the counter in the store. You can take it yourself. I'm going to be in seclusion, and I don't know when I will come out."

After Zhou Xuan had explained everything to Li Chengfeng, he hung up the phone, got some paper and pen from the store, drew a portrait of Mo Tingsheng, compared it carefully a few times to make sure there were no mistakes, then put it in a drawer and went upstairs.

……

Zhou Xuan closed the bedroom door on the second floor.
He first summoned the White Bone Monk from the divine revelation, and then crossed out the number of times he returned to the temple to wash away the injustice.
The great scholar died in agony. Zhou Xuan had accumulated four times of returning to the palace according to the talisman for clearing his wrongs.
Use it once and there are three left.

The Wrath-Clearing Scroll emitted a burst of white light.
Zhou Xuan carried the skeleton monk, took the tattoo of "The Monk Looking at the Moon", and entered the Totem Hall.

The peach tree in the Totem Hall sensed Zhou Xuan's arrival and waved its branches to welcome him.

"Shuzi."

Zhou Xuan ran towards the ancestral peach tree and gently patted its trunk.

"I will definitely send you back to the ground someday. Look at you now. You don't look like the ancestral peach tree at all."

The ancestral tree needs human popularity to nourish it. The more people believe in the ancestral tree, the more luxuriant the tree will grow.

The peach blossom tree shook its branches, rejoicing at Zhou Xuan's proposal.

"The tattoo on the seventh floor. I'll come back to learn from you after I get down the well. I'll go back three hundred years to see how you sank into this hellhole. If anyone bullies you, I'll beat him up for you..."

The Peach Blossom Tree was so moved that its branches and leaves rustled and sprinkled dew on Zhou Xuan's face.

"But I may not be able to beat him." Zhou Xuan changed the subject.

The ancestral tree immediately stretched out its branches to Zhou Xuan's face and wiped away the dew, as if to say, "My tears were shed in vain."

"Shuzi, don't be stingy. I'll go down the well first."

Going down into the blood well requires a well-opening ceremony. Zhou Xuan had been there once, so this time he was familiar with the process.

He spread the tattoo of "Monk Gazing at the Moon" on the ground, cut his palm and spilled blood, then used the tattoo as the center to draw a simple picture of the Chenghuang Taoist Temple where the Blood Well is now located.

The blood-dripping drawing was completed, and a blood-red vortex appeared on the ground. Zhou Xuan took out his pocket watch, adjusted the pointer to 12 o'clock, put it on the ground, and said to the White Bone Monk: "It's still the same old rule. When this pointer points to 'one', you pull me up."

The white-bone monk nodded gently.

After Zhou Xuan asked the White Bone Monk to wrap the black water chain around his waist, he waved at the Peach Blossom Tree.

"Shuzi, when I first entered the temple, I thought you were called the Blood Tree. Now I call you the Peach Blossom Ancestral Tree. You must take on the responsibility of an ancestral tree and bless me to return safely from three hundred years ago."

The ancestral peach tree shook its branches to indicate that there was no problem.

Zhou Xuan then jumped into the well.

……

Zhou Xuan continued to sink in the blood well.

There are noisy sounds all around.

When the sound disappeared and Zhou Xuan finished sinking, he appeared in the stone house.

"The Ancestral Tree and the Blood Well placed me there very precisely, and the time perfectly matched the last time I went down the well."

Zhou Xuan sighed.

The first time Zhou Xuan went down the Blood Well, he went back three hundred years ago and met Peng Sheng, the high priest of the Tattooed Tree Clan and the Peach Blossom Shaman who burned eight incense sticks, by the Ming River.

Peng Sheng brought Zhou Xuan into Pengjia Town on the pretext that it was getting dark and there were ferocious beasts roaming around the town.

In the town, Zhou Xuan met Peng Sheng's sister Taohua girl, and also learned that Taohua girl would marry the god at the god festival starting tomorrow afternoon.

At the same time, Zhou Xuan also figured out that the reason for holding the Heavenly God Festival was that the Tattoo Tree Clan wanted to "artificially create a Heavenly God".
At that time, Zhou Xuan also promised Peng Sheng that he would stay in the town and watch the ceremony of the gods.

At this time, Zhou Xuan was standing in the stone house, with Peng Sheng on his left in front of him.

In front and on the right is the Peach Blossom Girl.

Zhou Xuan highly suspected that this Peach Blossom Girl was the Lantern Bride in his secret realm.

"Brother Zhou, since you have agreed to stay in our Pengjia Town and watch the Tianshen Festival tomorrow afternoon, you are our guest. To entertain guests, we must have good wine, good meat, good singing and dancing."

Peng Sheng took Zhou Xuan to the center of the town.

In the center is the ancestral peach tree from three hundred years ago.
Next to the ancestral tree, there were large bonfires, with all kinds of wild rabbits and pork being roasted to a delicious taste.

Many tree tribe tattoo artists were also toasting each other and drinking happily.

"My fellow tribesmen, this is our friend who came to participate in the Heavenly God Festival, the Zhou Family Nuo God."

Upon hearing this, many clansmen toasted Zhou Xuan enthusiastically.

Zhou Xuan drank so much that his head hit his chest, but he was not afraid of being drunk. After all, it was mentioned in the "Blood Well Enlightenment Sutra" that when entering the past, there is no life or death, but one will be entangled by the whispers of the gods.

Since there is no birth and no death, there is nothing to be afraid of.

After drinking several bowls of wine, Zhou Xuan and Peng Sheng sat together, and Peng Sheng tore a piece of rabbit leg for Zhou Xuan.

While chewing on the fragrant rabbit leg, Zhou Xuan asked Peng Sheng: "Priest Peng, why do you, the Tree Clan, want to create gods?"

"This matter is also a secret of our Tree Clan... In fact, there is nothing to hide."

Peng Sheng pointed to the town gate at the end of the street and said, "I told you that when it gets dark, ferocious beasts will appear around the town."

"Correct."

"Those beasts are not real beasts. They are all former members of our Tattoo Tree Clan."

Peng Sheng's eyes showed a lot of compassion as he told Zhou Xuan...

ps: I updated a big chapter. I was a little late today because I had a lot of things to do. Xoxo.

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